The air in our shared apartment was thick with the unspoken. Alex, my roommate, was… different tonight. Maybe it was the family therapy she'd been going to, or maybe it was something else entirely. I'd always considered her a perfect girlfriend type, someone I could trust implicitly. Little did I know...
I woke up slowly, the morning light filtering through the blinds. A warm weight pressed against my side. My eyes fluttered open, and my heart skipped a beat. Alex was there, nestled beside me, completely naked. Her brunette hair was a tangled mess against the pillow, her skin flushed. I could feel her breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
"Alex?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. She stirred, her eyes opening sleepily. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice husky. Then, realization dawned on her face. She gasped, pulling the sheets up to her chin. "Oh my god… I… I don't remember getting in here."
The amateur awkwardness hung heavy in the air. I didn't know what to say. Was this a dream? A bizarre accident? Or something more? The silence stretched, punctuated only by the sound of our breathing.
Suddenly, she reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Don't freak out," she said softly. "But last night… I think I wanted this. I just… I don't know how it happened." Her gaze drifted down, her eyes lingering on my chest. The air crackled with a palpable tension. This 18 year cute girl was testing my boundaries and I was not complaining. This was a dream come true and I was ready to seize the opportunity. I pulled her close for a kiss that would change everything!
What started as a shared bed had turned into something much more… a sharing bed of secrets, desires, and newfound intimacy. This homemade moment, so raw and real, was just the beginning.
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Alex Adams