Tuesday, 9 March 2010
11:54:31 AM (GMT)
That was the fucking best thing I had ever in all my nineteen years done,
experienced, and enjoyed. Good God. If all sex was like that, I'd die of
excitement....no, cuz then I wouldn't be able to do it anymore.
My hand was draped across her waist. I could still feel the imprint of her body
against mine, and the touch of her soft, full lips. Sexy, sexy, sexy. What time was?
I looked at the clock. Oh shit. We were supposed to be on the way down to the lobby.
But I didn't want to wake her...damn.
I gently shook her. If she wakes up, we'll go. If not, we'll check out later and
find a ride back. I'll suffer the consequences later. Her eyes fluttered sleepily.
Then she moaned. "Okay. Owww. Really sore. Really, really, really sore." She tried to
move, but I still had her in my grip. I kissed the top of her head.
"We're supposed to be downstairs in about ten minutes," I told her.
She rolled over, then squeaked. "Ohmygoshes!" She walked over to the bathroom
stiffly. "Go get your shit and meet me in the hall."
I stood up and put on my pants and my shirt, opened the door, ran back to my room,
took a shower, and got dressed. All in a period of six minutes. I flung the door
open. She was packing her stuff. She turned to look at me, slung her bag over her
shoulder, grabbed her phone and purse, and jogged out, looking sore as hell.
I grabbed her stuff. "How you feeling?"
"What happened to your accent?" she asked instead. "And sore as a mother fuck." She
did this weird bend thingy with her legs and her breath hitched. "That's really sore
by the way."
"I kind of figured that one out."
When we got to the lobby, the teachers were just checking for all the students, so
we weren't too late. Sebastian was leaned against the wall, Ipod in his ears, looking
at me with a mischeivous smile. He made a wrangling motion with his hands.
Break her heart, I'll break your neck.
I glanced at Nyl. She seemed lost in thought...or in pain. The teachers counted
us, then we began to load back onto the bus.
She was fast alseep in my lap. Again. Sebastian leaned across the seat, glancing at
her. "My poor little sister. She's going to be sore for the next two weeks. As much
as I hate talking to you about this, was it enjoyable at least?"
I grinned. "Very much so. Like, set that bed on fire hot."
"You're not writing her name on any list."
"I won't." That hadn't even ocurred to me. "What she does on her own free will is
up to her, though. If she writes it, I won't deny it."
Satisfied with that answer, he sat back.