As with most mornings, the day started rather uneventfully. Cloudy skies, quiet rooms and the scent of egg and bacon lazily wafting through the house did much to secure my venture out of bed, despite the chill my open window had left after a frosty night. I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling, struggling quietly to stay awake. I sighed at the ceiling, and glanced down around my room. Lightly painted walls and a pristine floor made it nice to wake up to, gave the day an early blessing in the form of not being grumpy through breakfast. I pulled away my covers and slowly twisted myself to be sitting on the bed, shivering slightly from the cold. My skin tingled, and I slowly rubbed my bare arms to try and generate some warmth, until I realized I should probably get dressed, underwear made not for good protection against the cold.
I stood up, groaning, and quickly made my way over to my bedroom drawer to retrieve my school uniform. It smelt nice, I guess I should thank Mum for that, the new washing powder seemed to be working wonders. I slide my skirt up over my pants, and take a little twirl, still quite topless.
"Looking good Ashe!" I say to the mirror, smiling. I don't have a bad figure, and I liked to think that Javelin kept me in good shape, but I shan't lie and say it wasn't a worry for me. As with most girls I liked to look nice, and it wasn't my fault nobody really seemed to recognise me. I sigh and continue getting changed.
My life was happy, I got good grades in school and a loving family. And good friends, so… Why did I feel sad sometimes? I guess it's just the need for companionship. And no matter how great Jaz and everyone is, they're just friends, they don't fit that margin. I quickly sprayed on some perfume and made my way downstairs to the dining table.
To find nobody. That's… surprising to say the least. I could have sworn I smelt somebody cooking in the kitchen, not to mention the fact that the whole family doesn't leave by now. I look at the clock. Yep, half seven. I searched around a bit and found a note on the kitchen side next to a particularly appetising breakfast.
"Gone for a meeting, had to take Nathan
Be back early tomorrow morning, definitely before you wake xx
Help yourself to any food in the fridge
Love you xxx"
I laughed at the hopelessly sweet message and took my breakfast over to the table, famished.
Half an hour later I find myself sitting on my bed again, bored, waiting for a suitable time to leave for school. I stare at the mirror into my own eyes, trying to create an Opia. Unfortunately, the only conclusion made was my annoyance of my inability to do so. And then I catch something in the corner of my eye. A t-shirt. Laughing, I quickly retrieve it and sit back down. She must have left it here two nights back at the sleepover. Jade, that is.
She was different to the rest of my friends. Much less boisterous, but still sassy in her own little way. She didn't care about stuff she didn't care about, and I respected that. She was also quite cute, what with her shortish black hair, toothy smile and small figure. I would even go as far as to say she was attractive, and the little noises she makes, a bit like that of the token loli in an ecchi anime. (Something she had introduced me to in the sleepover, it was, interesting to say the least). I catch myself smiling in the mirror and stop.
"Ok so she's cute, what of it" I say to the mirror. I stare back at myself, thoughts slowly creeping into my mind. She had quite a cute figure… Cute breasts as well I guess. I gulp, about to stand up and leave when I catch a scent from the shirt. I sniff without meaning too, it smelt nice. Looking at the mirror I see a slight damp patch on my pants, and feel a soft, tingly sensation travel from my hips, up my spine and into my head. My breathing starts to quicken. Not here, not now, a-and not because of this. I lift the shirt up to my nose and take a deep breath, letting out a small moan on the breath out. She smells sooo nice. My body and brain squabble as I continue to smell the shirt, her scent filling my nostrils and flooding my head, making my heart beat faster and my pants wetter. I lie on the bed, closing my eyes, moaning softly.
"Oh whatever" I smile to myself, and shuffle back onto the covers, imagining her. At my sleepover, asleep.
Breathing softly, hair draped across that adorable face of hers. And then I dreamed that I leaned over her, smelt her breath, felt her cheeks.
My hand moves downwards, pulling up the rim of my skirt, and slightly brushing my thighs. I shiver, drawing the feeling out.
Then her eyes open, surprised at first, but then happy. Playful. She reaches up to stop me from pulling back, and slowly brings my head forward, kissing me softly on the lips.
I slowly start to move my fingers, in and out of my pussy, reveling in the sensation. The tingling sensation intensifies at my finger's touch. I stroke it in circles, all the while overwhelmed by her scent, and thoughts of her in my head. I then push them a little deeper, gasping at the pleasure, rolling over slightly onto my sides. Up and down, my three fingers sink in and out of my pussy, sending waves of pure intensity straight through my body. My mind was numb, and I stayed like that, gasping and moaning into her shirt, saliva beginning to make it damp. My fingers penetrating my pussy again and again. I push my face into the shirt, and reach my remaining saliva coated hand up my shirt, grasping at my bra-less breasts, twisting my nipples in between my fingers.
My breathing is ragged now, my moans getting louder and louder. It feels so good, I don't masturbate often either so my pussy is still sensitive. I move my fingers so they're rubbing my clit as I move them in and out, and a bolt of pleasure rockets through me, causing me to jerk on the bed. In my head I imagine her doing the same, fingering herself violently while stifling her mouth to the outside world.
My knees weaken and my body numbs, until eventually I can't take any more. My moans turn into yells of orgasmic pleasure and I cum all over my skirt and the bed, convulsions of heaven rocketing through me.
Silence. I lay there, on the bed, nothing but my heavy breathing and the overwhelming calmness that had ascended on me.
"J-jade..." I breathe, and then I giggle. Within a few seconds I'm falling off the bed in fits of laughter, struggling for air (But for a totally different reason). I just came, t-to Jade? My innocent - Well, that could be debated - friend. And it was incredible, that orgasm felt so nice…
I pick myself up and sit up against my bed, cuddling the shirt she had left behind, smiling.
"You know Jade" I murmur into the emptiness of my room. "I think I'm in love