You slept like hell. You tossed and turned all night. It turned out that sleeping was not a good enough escape from your erotic thoughts considering they followed you into your dreams. You reached down into your pajama pants and felt over your underwear. They were soaked…
"Fuck…" you muttered to yourself. You got up, the sticky dampness of your panties leaving you feeling very uncomfortable as you shifted your body. You felt gross and…unsatisfied.
Glancing at the bedroom, you wondered if Trevor was awake yet. You paused for a moment and listened intently for any sign that he was still sleeping. You heard nothing. You tip-toed to your room. All you wanted was some clean clothes and a shower.
You peaked inside the bedroom and there he was, fast asleep. He was lying face down, on his stomach. The sheets of your bed were barely covering his body. The pajama pants you lent him were left in a pile on the floor along with the dirty underwear he was wearing last night. He was completely naked in your bed. You repressed any thoughts of him being beautiful.
Taking a deep breath, you continued to tip-toe toward your dresser, looking for some clean clothes to wear. You picked out your outfit for the day and headed out of the room, toward the bathroom for your shower.
You peeled off your clothes and tossed them into the hamper. You ran the water, scalding hot, hoping it could somehow wash away how dirty you felt. You stood under the running water and tried to focus only on the task at hand, but to no avail, you could only focus on the fact that you and Trevor were both naked in the same house. You imagined him coming into the shower with you, hoisting you up and having his way with you against the wet tile.
God, what the fuck was happening?
You washed your face and searched your brain for an explanation. Maybe it's because he is the first person to show that they care about you in a long time. Maybe it's because you haven't been intimate with another person in years. Maybe you're ovulating and getting horny because of that. Fuck. Who knows? People get horny sometimes, it happens.
Maybe you just needed a release.
You leaned back against the wall of the shower and let your hand linger downward. You stroked gently down the center of your entrance, biting your lip as you did so. You held back a groan. Yes, this was exactly what you needed.
Teasing slightly at your pussy, you brought your other hand up to your nipple, toying with it a little bit until you felt it harden in your fingertips.
The water from your shower made it easy for you to slowly slide your fingers inside of you. You sighed quietly, arching your back against the wall. You caressed the walls inside of you ever so gently, searching for the right spot. It didn't take long to find it.
You let your mouth hang open and your eyes flutter shut as pleasure sored through your body. It felt like warm electric waves coursing through your veins, hitting every edge of your body. Minutes passed as you continued to do this, gradually picking up the pace. Before long you felt the familiar warmth in the pit of your belly. You knew you were almost there.
Working and working yourself, you felt a smile begin to grow on your face. You bit your lip.
Here it comes…
And then a knock sounded at your bathroom door, shoving you back into reality.
You ripped your fingers out of you, far too fast for comfort and stood up straight.
"Um, y-yes?" you called out nervously. You rolled your eyes in frustration.
"[y/n], I really really have to use the bathroom," Trevor's gruff voice announced.
You looked down at your body. You hadn't even washed your body yet, "Uh… Can it wait?"
"I've been waiting out here for a few minutes now. So, unless you want me to piss myself on your floor, I suggest hurrying up. What in god's name is taking you so long anyways?"
"Um… Uh…" you couldn't think of any excuses, "I guess you can come in. Just, uh… don't look."
You moved quickly to wash your body as you heard the door open. You could see the silhouette of Trevor stride toward the toilet. You looked forward toward the wall of the shower and finished bathing as fast as you could as Trevor did his business and left.
Once he closed the door behind him, you turned off the water and got out. You got dressed and brushed your teeth as fast as you could and exited the bathroom. He was seated on the couch, wearing the pajama pants you lent him. He turned to you.
"Hey, uh… Can I talk to you?"
You nodded silently and moved to sit down next to him on the couch.
"Listen, [y/n]. I really appreciate you taking me in last night."
Shrugging, you replied, "It was no problem. I mean, I wasn't just going to leave you out on the street. Although, I'll admit, it is pretty weird having a drunk, half-naked man break into your house as four in the morning."
He nodded and sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "Yeah, I do shit like that sometimes…" he admitted. You weren't surprised, "I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"
Your eyes met his. He looked genuinely worried.
"No. No, no, no. Not at all. You just got a little hands-y, is all," you laughed nervously.
He groaned and ran a hand down his face, "Ugh, listen, I'm sorry, [y/n]. I'm not myself when I'm drunk. The real me would never lay a hand on a lady like that, not when they weren't into it, you understand?"
"No, yeah, I get it. Don't worry about it," you assured him.
"I was way out of line. Fuck, I'm sorry."
You grabbed his hand hesitantly, "Trevor, seriously, it's okay."
Trevor nodded in response. He inhaled deeply before standing up. You followed him with your eyes as he walked toward the exit of your apartment, "Anyways, I know you wanted your space or whatever so I'm going to take off n—"
"No, wait— " you interrupted him, rising to your feet. He looked at you as your cheeks began to turn pink, "I, uh… You don't have to go yet… if you don't want to…"
With that one sentence, you felt the atmosphere of the room physically change as the tension grew thicker. You wished with all your heart that you just kept your mouth shut. He raised an eyebrow at you, "You want me to stay?"
You opened your mouth and began speaking without really thinking, "No. I mean… yes. I mean, like only if you want to. I don't mind."
Trevor smile smugly at you, "Correct me if I'm wrong but it seems to me that someone is growing quite fond of me."
"I…" you started, "No, I… I mean, we're friends, right? We're friends?"
He nodded, "I guess, if that's what you want."
You smiled and looked down at your feet, your face burning. You felt so stupid for babbling like an idiot in front of him, "Sure, yeah…" you swallowed, "Friends…"
He walked back toward you, "Alrighty, friend. I'll stay, if that's what you want," you hummed a response, wondering how much hotter your face can get. You felt his hand come up and brush a piece of your hair out of your face. You looked up to see his face inches from yours, he looked rather pleased with himself. Fuck. "You know, most of my friends don't blush around me as much as you do."
You swatted his hand away and let out a breathy laugh, "I'm not blushing. It's just warm in here."
"It is a little hot, isn't it?" He ran his fingers up your arm, giving you chills. You backed up.
"Jesus, Trevor… Would you stop? God… You know what? Maybe you should go home."
"I should, shouldn't I?" He took a seat on the couch, making himself comfortable, "But I'd rather stay here with my good friend."
You pursed your lips, "Okay, would you stop with the friend talk? You're driving me crazy," you let out a little laugh.
"Why? You don't want to be friends with me anymore?" he joked.
"Nope. Not anymore," you played along. You crossed your arms and looked away.
"Then, what? What do you want to be?"
You glanced at his expression. You knew what he was doing…and you hated how much you fucking loved it.
"Enemies."
"Enemies?" he echoed. You nodded. He rose to his feet and approached you. His face was inches from yours yet again. You stared into each other's eyes, "Oh, I can be your enemy. I can be your worst fucking nightmare, if you want."
You gulped hard. You felt a strange mixture of both fear and arousal form in pit of your stomach.
"You don't have to try very hard to be that."
"Is that so?" Shaking your head, you bit your lip. He continued, "So, I guess this means we're enemies."
"Well, you know what they say…" you breathed. You backed up slowly. He followed your every move, never breaking eye contact. Before you know it, your back was against the wall with Trevor right in front of you. You were trapped. Nowhere to escape. You took a deep breath and continued, "Keep your friends close… and your enemies—."
You didn't even get to finish your sentence.
It was over.
Trevor was crashing his lips into yours.
Finally.