Prologue
"Oh god!" My boyfriend grunted as he climaxed.
I was catching my breath from one of many orgasms I'd already had that night. However, it was very evident that this would be our last romp for the night. I barely registered him rolling off of me and collapsing next to me.
Not that I was complaining. It was the night, or the morning after, of our senior prom. Brandon and I were in our hotel room and it was something o'clock in the early morning. He smiled lazily at me and when I smiled back I realized how dry my throat was.
"I need some water." I said as I rolled away and sat upright. "How about you?"
He mumbled something unintelligible and when I looked back at him his eyes were already closed. I managed to suppress a giggle as I stood up and located a bottle of water in my overnight bag. That was when I saw them. The ripped underwear of his.
I remembered I had been on his lap and really wanted to get his dick out of them. I ended up ripping the two side flaps and created a huge hole from the waistband down to the middle of his thighs. They were useless. Yet for some reason I picked them up and wondered if I should throw them out or not. Just then Brandon mumbled something else about me coming back to bed.
I was very tired myself. Before I went back to the bed I took a drink of water and decided that I would keep his underwear. I tucked it deep in my bag and walked back to bed. It occurred to me that I had never slept with a man before.
Sure I'd done a fair share of close cuddling on a couch and I've shared a bed before but never through the night. And I've certainly never done any nude cuddling. I looked over Brandon's naked and still form.
He was laying on his side and faced me. His hairless chest was the only part of him that moved as he breathed in and out. His penis had already reverted to its smaller size. I took a quick walk around to the other side of the bed and quietly chuckled at the numerous red marks that my nails had left on his back. I had also left quite a few on his cute butt, though I didn't remember being that aggressive.
I decided to see just how much life was left in my boyfriend. I climbed on the bed , lightly pushed him to roll onto his back, and swung my left leg over his waist. He stirred, but only slightly. So I lowered my chest to his shoulder and let my bare breasts brush his skin. This time he mumbled something about feeling good. One last test and if he failed it I'd simply go to sleep myself.
His penis, still wet from our love-making, felt warm in my hand. I rubbed and squeezed it with a firm grip. No reaction. Poor guy must truly be exhausted.
I dismounted him and laid down next to him. He rolled back onto his side. We faced each other and I let my hand glide along his ribs and left arm.
"Mmm, Emily." He exhaled.
"Yes Brandon?"
"Are we going to sleep now?" He asked in a low voice.
"Yes we are. We wore each other out." I reminded him.
"Ahh."
He was quiet for a long minute and I thought he had fallen asleep.
"Heyyy, are we still naked?"
"Yes," I answered him, "as naked as we can be."
"Wanna cuddle?" His question made me happy.
Up until two months ago we had only been good friends. Then I let him take my virginity and since then we'd been friends that also had sex. Tonight I asked him to date me until I left for college in a few weeks. I know that to other people that might sound strange but, as it turned out, I would end up needing him quite a bit over the next few weeks. This was also the first time he'd used the word cuddle and it gave me a warm feeling inside.
I turned over and pressed my back against his chest. He was very warm, like he had an internal heater inside of him. He shifted his own body and I quietly gasped when I felt his member slide between my butt cheeks. His left arm came across mine and his hand found my breast.
"Mmm, you feel really good Em." Brandon whispered in my ear. "You fit the mold." He joked.
"Haha, I bet I do, but it's time to go to sleep," I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, "it's after three in the morning."
"I've never slept like this Em." He admitted. "Feels so good."
"Same here. Now go to sleep honey." I told him.
"Ok," he paused, "love ya Em."
My eyes shot wide open.
'Did he really just say that to me?' My mind raced through possible scenarios.
'He was tired, we had just had a night full of sex, we had been friends for over five years, we were sleeping together, and it was prom night. Maybe he didn't really mean it. Maybe he meant it in a friendly way.' I asked myself.
'If he did mean it would he remember he actually said it? Then I'd have pressure to say it back. And I was leaving for college in six weeks!' My heart raced in my chest.
I tried to force my mind to relax. I needed sleep and maybe the morning sun would help me to think clearly. Thankfully I was able to focus on the sound of Brandon breathing in my ear. The rhythm of his breaths was calming and relaxing. I felt really comfortable in his arms. Safe and loved.
Perhaps I did love him too. One thing I knew for sure, I'd have to talk to someone about it, and quickly. A minute or so later and I passed out.
Chapter One - The morning after
Much later on I awoke when Brandon stirred himself awake. I yawned and stretched my arms. That's when I looked down and remembered my nakedness.
"Ahh!" I yelled and crossed my arms over my boobs.
Brandon practically jumped off the bed and had a wild look in his eyes. "What?! What's wrong?" He shouted.
"I'm naked!" I looked at him and was surprised to see him fully erect. "And so are you! Very naked."
He looked down and then back at me. "So? We've seen each other in the buff a few times already." He reminded me.
"Well yeah but..." The night's events flooded my mind and made me feel more embarrassed. The things I'd said and did...
Brandon had walked around to my side of the bed. His damned erection disrupted my chain of thought. As I glanced at it I felt a familiar heat grow inside of me.
"Relax Em. You look beautiful and have nothing to be ashamed of." His hand caressed the side of my face.
"Beautiful?" I repeated back to him, forgetting my embarrassment of waking up naked. I knew I wasn't my best. Messed up hair, morning breath, and the like.
"Stunning, gorgeous, sexy even." He laid it on thick and I let him.
Thick, like his dick, that bobbed in the air inches in front of my face.
"How are you already aroused? You just woke up." I pointed out to him.
He actually grabbed his shaft in his hand. It was pointed straight at my mouth. Goddamn, he was making me horny!
"This? Almost every morning I wake up with a hard-on." He informed me. "It's called morning wood."
