Chapter 7
Steven
Allie’s bare leg was draped over mine when I woke in the morning. It was early—probably not even seven yet. I was on my back with one arm beneath my pillow. I turned my head slowly, fearful to move and wake her.
She was sleeping on her side facing me. Her dark hair was splayed out on my pillow in a way that made me think of a mermaid underwater. Her cheek and most of her face were nestled into the pillow, and the blankets were tucked neatly around her. She looked incredibly peaceful.
I moved my hand to the leg she had resting on mine and rubbed her thigh gently. Her skin was smooth. She sighed softly in her sleep and buried her face deeper into the pillow.
I wanted to know more of what she wanted. I had tried to do right by her last night, but her body and her pussy had been too much to bear. I hadn’t been able to hold on as long as I wanted.
Her diary was tucked under my mattress on my side of the bed. I knew that all the answers I needed rested in its pages. I reached my free arm out, my fingers searching the edge of the mattress for the spine of her diary.
Allie stirred. I froze. I drew my arm back to my side just as her eyes opened. She regarded me sleepily for a moment before closing her eyes again as she stretched.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said, meaning it. I had never been with a girl who looked like Allie. She had curves in all the right places. She was sexy without trying. Even now, an hour after dawn, tired with bed head, she was beautiful. Especially now.
“Morning,” she mumbled, lifting her head to peer at the clock on my nightstand. “Coffee,” she mumbled. “Need coffee.”
I swung out of bed and grabbed my boxers from the floor. I hop-stepped into them while she rolled onto her back and stretched again. She lifted her arms above her head, and the blanket slipped down her chest. Her breasts appeared, teasing me with their fullness.
“I’ll make coffee,” I said, staring at her breasts. “You take your time.” There was no need for her to be in a hurry to put her clothes on.
She met me in the kitchen five minutes later. She had found a blanket in my linen closet and wrapped herself up in it. Her hair was still a messy disaster, a sign that I had done at least a semi-decent job last night.
She sat on the stool at my counter, and I handed her a mug of piping hot black coffee. She wrapped her hands around it, breathed in the steam, and took a sip. “Thank you,” she said as she closed her eyes. Looking at her now only reminded me of how she had looked beneath me the previous night. Naked, bathed in the light from the porch through the window. Like a goddess.
“Steven,” she said slowly, pulling me out of my reverie. “I need my diary back.”
“You’ll get it. If you come back here tonight.”
She stared at me blankly. I couldn’t tell what thoughts were happening behind those dark eyes of hers. “I don’t know if I should.”
“Don’t know if you should come back tonight?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding slightly and clutching the mug of coffee tighter. “This is strange for me, Steven. I don’t know what this all means.”
“Don’t overthink it. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
She stared at the counter.
“We don’t have to over complicate this by putting labels on it, Allie. We can enjoy it for what it is.”
“And what is that?” she asked, meeting my eye again.
“It’s whatever we want it to be. We are friends who happen to be attracted to one another. Friends with benefits. No commitments. No strings. Friends who can occasionally, or regularly, bone. What’s so confusing about that?”
She bit her bottom lip. It drove me wild. The girl didn’t know what she did to me.
“Fine,” she said as she stood. “I’ll come back tonight. But please, don’t read any more of my diary. It’s private, and you’ve already read enough as it is.”
“I won’t,” I said, holding up both my hands and giving her my best “I promise” smile. “You make sure you’re back here tonight. Last night was just a sampling. A taste test, if you will,” I winked.
“Right,” she said, making her way down the hall. When she was dressed and ready, I walked her to the door. She was quieter than usual. I assumed she was nervous, or shy, or both.
We said goodbye, and I found myself standing in my doorway alone. I was still consumed with thoughts of her naked body on my bed.
I went back to my bedroom where I lay on the bed and pulled Allie’s diary out from under the mattress. I turned to the last page I was on. I was hot for her again, and she had only left a minute ago. I was rock hard and had to be at work in less than two hours. The girl was going to single-handedly be responsible for a chronic case of blue balls.
Unless, of course, I handled things on my own.
Thursday, June 26th
I had another dream about Steven. This one was so much better than the last. I woke up, and my sheets were wet beneath me. I had to finish myself before I got out of bed.
It started when I was in the shower. I was alone. The water was hot. The bathroom was full of steam. Suddenly, Steven was there, opening the shower door and stepping into the stream of water with me. He was naked, and his closeness made my nipples hard. He lathered his hands with soap and rubbed me down, paying special attention to my breasts and neck.
He pulled the shower head down and rinsed me off. When all the suds were gone, he turned me around and pushed me face first against the glass. He held me there by the nape of my neck with one hand while he used his knee to push my legs apart. Then he held the shower head between my legs.
We stayed like that for a while. I was pressed up hard against the glass walls of the shower. I didn’t mind. The hot water against my clit was bliss. When we had done that for a while, he put the shower head back but refused to let me move. Then he finger fucked me, hard and fast, until I came.
When I woke up, it was like it had all actually happened. My knees were weak. I was sweaty. I could almost smell the soap.
The one entry was enough for me to finish myself. It left me feeling like I was floating. It was easy to picture Allie in the shower, her breasts glistening with water droplets. I needed to know what her skin would feel like beneath my palms when she was wet and covered in soap. I wanted to hold that shower head between her legs for her.
In fact, I wanted to do every damn thing to her she had written down.
I was eager for her to come back that night. I wanted to fuck her again. I wanted to show her a whole new world of pleasure. One where she wouldn’t be concerned with whether or not having sex with me was confusing. I wanted to take the confusion entirely out of the equation for her.
If I could make her feel how she wanted, I was confident I could pull it off.
I wanted to keep reading her diary, but I knew I was running out of time to get ready. I needed to be at work in an hour and a half. I was starving and needed to shower.
I tucked Allie’s diary back in its hiding place. Resisting the temptation to read just one more entry was brutal. But I refrained from going back to it.
I got in the shower, thinking only of the entry I had just read. I doubted I would ever be able to shower again without thinking of Allie under the water. I pictured how her breasts would look pressed up against the glass. I thought of her pussy, ready and dripping with warm water, as she showed me her back.
I was hard again. This was getting frustrating. No girl had ever consumed my thoughts like this. No girl had ever made it so impossible to focus on other things. All I could think about was the sex. The amazingly hot sex.
Tonight I would work her over harder. I would fuck her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. I would take her over the back of my couch until she came.
I would fuck her until she screamed my name.