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Monday
“Hello?” I jumped at the facetime call that was ringing on my phone. I tossed my homework on the floor and laid on my stomach, stretching out on my bed. We had the week off school and I was so ready to relax.“Hi Josie!” My face lit up at the sight of Isabel. “I have a proposition for you.”“Go on.” I was far more interested in this than Mr G’s assignment.“Dad wants to take a spontaneous family trip away, but I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you.”“You’re cute.” I smiled at her.“Thanks.” She smiled back. “Anyway, my parents just left and they’re away until Friday.”“Where are they going?” I asked politely.“Who cares?” She laughed. “Josie, listen to what I’m saying.”“I- I was listening.”“My parents are away until Friday.”“Ohhh.” My brain realised what she was really saying. “So you’re alone?”“I’m alone.” Even over a slightly blurred facetime those green eyes had a hold on me. “So pack your bags and get over here.”“Okay.” I saluted before sitting and watching her, admiring her perfect face. I swear I could stare at her all day.“Josie! Hurry!” She snapped at me.“You’re pretty.” I replied with a sigh. You know in cartoons when they have those heart eyes? Yeah, that’s me right now.“Are you kicking your feet?” She giggled as the pulled her phone closer to her face to focus on my legs swinging behind me.“What? No.” I denied, jumping off my bed and stumbling to my closet. “How long am I staying? I need to know how many t shirts to bring.”“I said they’re away until Friday so you’re staying until Friday. But you won’t need many clothes, the week I’ve got planned consists of you and I having sex in every room in my house.”“Oh.” I gulped. “Umm, yeah, that, that sounds like a pretty good week.” Even after dating Isabel for months, she still makes me nervous. Especially when she says things like that.“I think so. I’ve got to go Jos, don’t overthink your bag, I know you’ll take ages. Just throw some clothes in and get your cute little butt over here.”“Will do.” I picked up my phone and saluted again.I packed a suitcase and drove over to Isabel’s house. I checked with my parents and since they’re both working this week, they were happy to let me go. I stood at Isabel’s front door with my suitcase in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other. The door swung open to reveal my girlfriend stood in a skirt, a pink fitted jumper and white socks that were scrunched around her ankles.“Are these for me?” She asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes. She knows I can’t resist that look. It’s so hard having a hot girlfriend.I nodded softly before stepping inside her house, passing her the flowers. She kissed me and didn’t hesitate to push me up against the door. She wasn’t kidding about her plans for the week. I pictured PJ in my head calling this ‘a week-long fuck fest’ or something equally gross.Isabel pulled back and looked at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Come in.” She stepped away from me so I could move further into her house than the doorway. “Make yourself at home.”I smiled in anticipation of the five days ahead of us. It will be like this is my home. My home with Isabel. I dropped my suitcase and kicked off my shoes before taking a seat crossed-legged on Isabel’s couch.She disappeared into the kitchen, but I could still her voice. “I was catching up on Euphoria, I never watched season two. Have you seen it?”“Of course I’ve seen it. I don’t have many hobbies, except fighting my friends, but that doesn’t take up much of my time.”Isabel returned with my flowers in a vase. She placed them on the coffee table before sitting down next to me.“I can change it if you want.” She offered.“No, I’ll watch.” I took her hand in mine, positioning them on my leg so mine was on the bottom, giving my thumb the freedom to stroke along the curve of her thumb. She rested her head on my shoulder.“Imagine if high school was really like that.” She laughed.“Rockbridge is so boring compared to this. We have no drug problem, no violence, except you know, the whole Huntington thing.” I pulled an awkward face and Isabel pulled one back. We don’t speak of that night. “And imagine having Zendaya, Sydney Sweeney, Hunter Schafer, Alexa Demie and Maude Apatow all go to your school. That’s the most unrealistic part, all those hot girls go to the same school.”I felt Isabel’s stare on the side of my face.“All those hot girls?” She quoted me, her perfect eyebrow curving in interrogation.“Well, umm, are they hot? I don’t know. I guess they are. Not my type though. I, I personally prefer wasian cheerleaders who can kick my ass in a fight.” I stumbled, trying to recover from the hole I’d dug myself.“Oh really?” She laughed with an unconvincing nod, rolling her lips, basking in my discomfort.“Really. But statistically speaking, all those girls wouldn’t live in the same catchment area for the same school.” I tried to speak factually to cover up my crush on half of the cast of the showing playing in front of me. “Take Rockbridge for example, obviously you go there and obviously you’re the hottest girl there, but there’s not really anyone else on your level.” I felt like I’d made a smooth recovery.“There are other hot girls at our school. You just never noticed them because you’ve been strung up on me since the seventh grade.”“Well, umm.” I started to stutter again. “That is true, but I have no regrets, look where all that pining got me. It got me to Isabel Lee’s house, The Isabel Lee, who’s my girlfriend by the way, and I’m staying with her for five days in like a romantic way.”“You’re such a loser.” She laughed as she attached her lips to mine. She swung her leg over me, straddling me on the couch. I rested my head back and let Isabel take whatever she wanted from me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss and she pulled my bottom lip into her mouth, sucking on it with the perfect amount of pressure where it kind of hurts but like in a good way.I let my hands run up and down her bare thighs. Her legs are so long and they’re always so smooth and soft. I gave them a squeeze before moving one of my hands to the small of her back, pushing her further into me.“What do you mean there’s other hot girls at our school?” I asked when she released my lip from her mouth. I held her shoulders, pushing her back just far enough that I could read her facial expressions. “Who else are you looking at in the hallways and thinking yeah she’s hot?”She laughed and rolled her eyes. “I’m not looking at anyone in the hallways, I’m just saying there’s other cute girls at our school.”“So now they’re hot and cute?” I let my mouth fall open, showing I was shocked.“Shut up Josie.” She laughed, trying to pull me back in for another kiss but I sucked my lips into my mouth so she was kissing taut skin.“What the fuck Josie?” She pushed my shoulder. “Give me a kiss.”“Not until you tell me who these hot girls at school are!”She climbed off my lap, making a show of her frustration, she sunk into the couch next to me just far enough away that our bodies were completely disconnected.“It’s not like I fancy them. But there are objectively hot girls at our school.” She rolled her head to the side so I could see her face. “Like Brittany, she’s objectively hot but it doesn’t mean I fancy her.”Her argument was convincing. I was going to make her grovel a little longer though. It’s rare that I get to watch her squirm like this and it’s kind of fun.“And Stella-Rebecca! Again, I don’t fancy her but she models at car conventions so she must be attractive.”“Good save.” I smiled, grabbing her hand, and pulling her close enough for me to give her the kiss she asked for. I felt her smile into it, knowing I was only messing with her. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and we continued to watch Euphoria.“It’s not just the women at their school that are insanely attractive though, Jacob Elordi is so fine.”“Isabel, I respect your sexuality, and love that you appreciate women for the majestic, beautiful creatures that we are, but I don’t like when you talk about men like that.” I teased. “It’s just unnatural for a girl to be attracted to a boy.” I tutted and shook my head.I felt the vibrations of Isabel’s laughter against my body. We watched Jacob Elordi’s character stand in his towel.“I want to climb him like a tree.”I choked on the air I was breathing. I’ve never heard Isabel talk like that about a man. “I’m tall.” I said defensively. I stood up to prove my point. I towered over her (she was sat down).“You’re like five-five.” She looked up at me with doubt.“I’m five-six.” I snapped. “And you’re like three feet tall so you could climb me like a tree.”“He’s six foot five!” She pointed at the screen in protest. She stood up to measure herself against me. The top of her head just reached my eyes. I had a couple of inches on her. I heard PJ in my head again saying ‘that’s what she said’.She wrapped her arms around my neck again and placed a gentle kiss to my lips. “I think you’re the perfect height.” She whispered softly. “If I was dating Jacob my legs would hurt from spending all that time on my tiptoes trying to kiss him.”I shook my head at her with a smirk playing on my lips.“Five-five is perfect. No tiptoes but I still have to stretch to reach your lips.”“I’m five-six.” I muttered before kissing her again. The Euphoria credits snapped my attention back to the show. I grabbed the remote to stop another episode from playing, detaching myself from my girlfriend.“Do you want to do anything this week?” Isabel asked, sitting back down.“You.”“Josie. Not the time.” She laughed. “Like was there anything specific you want to do? Or are you happy to see where the week takes us?”“I don’t think so. I’m just excited to play house with you.”“I need to go grocery shopping, we have nothing to eat.”“You have me to eat.” I winked.“Josie. Not the time!” She repeated. “I was thinking we could make a proper dinner one night and invite PJ and Hazel and play games or something.”“That sounds so fun.” I beamed. “I’ll ask PJ.”“Apart from that I haven’t got ideas. We can just mess around and have fun.”I sat down next to her and pulled out my phone. I facetimed PJ.“What’s up Jos? How many times have you and Isabel had sex so far?” She was laying in bed, clearly naked with messy hair. So her usual state.I blushed at PJs question. I heard Isabel giggle in my ear.“Hi PJ. What are you doing Wednesday evening?” I ignored her question and moved my phone so she could see Isabel was with me.“Hi Isabel. How many rooms have you let Josie fuck you in so far?” She rephrased her question.“PJ you’re disgusting.” She told my best friend.“Thank you.” PJ replied, taking it as a compliment.“PJ!” I snapped. “Wednesday evening?”“Nothing.”“Do you want to come over for dinner and we can play some games and stuff?”“And we can dress all fancy.” Isabel added, clearly excited by the plan that was forming.“That sounds super gay. I’ll be there.”“Do you think Hazel would want to come?” I asked.PJ tilted her phone to show what could only be Hazel’s mop of hair on the pillow next to her. She was lying on her front with her bare back on show.“Yeah, I’ll come! I’ll find my suit.” Hazel was very excited by the invitation.“What the fuck guys. I don’t want to see you post sex.” I groaned, covering my eyes.“We were mid-sex actually.” I heard Hazel say. “I don’t know why PJ picked up the phone.”“My bestie needed me, Hazel. I’m a good friend.”I was sort of flattered by that. I was mainly disgusted though, and I knew if the roles were reversed, I would not stop having sex with Isabel to pick up a call from PJ. Maybe that makes me a bad friend, but have you seen Isabel?“Okay see you Wednesday then.” PJ said as I saw Hazel’s hand grab her chin, pulling her attention away from the facetime. “Bye.” She said quickly before hanging up.“They’re so strange.” Isabel looked at me. “I know they’re your best friends but-”“They’re so strange.” I agreed.“Let’s go shopping. I’m getting hungry and we have nothing for dinner.”My heart fluttered hearing her refer to us as ‘we’. It’s like we live together for real and buy groceries together and shit. I think I like being domesticated.I drove us to the grocery store. I grabbed a cart and Isabel led me around the store.“I was thinking pizza for dinner tonight.”“Sure.” I picked up a cheese pizza and a pepperoni one and tossed them in the cart. I pushed the cart with two hands and Isabel linked her arm with mine.“What are we cooking for Hazel and Peej? I have to confess I’m not a great cook.”“I’ve only had a bit of practice, but it will be fun to work it out with you.” She flashed me a smile. “How about roast chicken with potatoes, vegetables, stuffing, the whole works?”“Sounds delicious.” My mouth watered slightly at the thought of that meal as we walked around the store collecting the ingredients.“Are we baking a dessert too?”“I don’t know how to bake. I can make those cookies where you just stick the dough on a tray and bake them, but I’ve never actually baked.”“Never? You’ve never made cookies from scratch?” I was shocked.“Never.”“You’ve never rolled the dough and cut out shapes?”“No, Josie. Never.”“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.” I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking into those pools of green. “I’m so sorry you were neglected as a child.”“I wasn’t neglected.” She giggled. “My mom didn’t like messy activities.”“Well that’s what we’re doing tomorrow then.” I announced. I steered her to the baking section and picked up butter, sugar, eggs, and flour. I also grabbed a set of cheap plastic cookie cutters. Isabel needs the full experience.We grabbed a few more essentials like bread and milk before heading to the checkout. Isabel’s parents left her a stack of cash to last her the week that would easily pay for the necessities plus more. Classic rich parents, never knowing how much things cost.I bagged the groceries while Isabel paid, and we carried them to the trunk of my car.“That should last us the week.” She said as she sat down in my passenger seat.“That was fun. I hate going grocery shopping with my mom but it’s fun when I’m with you.”“Everything is more fun with you.” She said, grabbing my hand across the centre console and giving it a squeeze.We arrived back at Isabel’s house and unpacked the groceries. She locked the doors, not wanting to go out again and drew the curtains.“Can we eat them in bed?” She asked as she put our pizzas in the oven.“It’s your bed.” I laughed. “I’ll be careful not to get any crumbs in it though.”“I’m gonna change. I can’t relax in jeans.” I announced as I found my suitcase and headed upstairs.“I’ll come.” She chased me up the stairs.I unzipped my case on the bedroom floor, rummaging around for something comfier to wear.“Look what my mom made me pack.” I laughed as I held up spotted pyjama bottoms with a matching short sleeve top. “She said I need some proper pyjamas if I’m staying for four nights.”“They’re cute.”“I only ever wear the bottoms. You know I feel restricted wearing a shirt in bed.” I changed out of my jeans into the pyjama bottoms and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving my comfy sports bra on.“I thank god every day for that, I love the view it gives me.” She looked me up and down. “Can I wear the top?” She asked me quietly, a little shy. “Then we’d be matching.”“I’d like that.” I threw her the shirt. She pulled her jumper off and quickly unclasped her bra before pulling my pyjama shirt over her head. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it.My Isabel staring was rudely interrupted by the timer going off.“I’ll go get the pizzas.” She said as she hopped out of the room. The shirt hung around the top of her thighs, but I got a flash of her pink underwear as she jumped down the stairs.I picked up my clothes, chucking them back into my suitcase and tossed Isabel’s discarded clothes into her laundry basket. I switched off the main light but kept the lamp on. I crawled into bed and found the next episode of Euphoria. Isabel reappeared in the doorway, holding two plates of pizza. She passed me the pepperoni one before settling down next to me.“Good?” Isabel asked with a giggle as I gave a noise of approval while chewing.“Good. Want to try?” I held up a slice and she took a bite, not breaking eye contact. Even when she eats, Isabel is sexy. Everything she does makes my heart skip a beat. I don’t know how those looks haven’t killed me yet (or at least given me a heart attack).We silently finished our food and watched the episode. That show is crazy, I was hooked. Isabel took my empty plate and walked it across the room to avoid any crumbs in the bed. She came back and tucked herself into my side, my hand moving into her hair to stroke her scalp, I saw her lips curl into a smile. Her hand rested on my bare stomach.“This is nice. I love having you so close.” She whispered. I moved my hand down to her ass and gave it a squeeze.“It is nice. It’s nice to not worry about your dad walking in.” That happened once, luckily we were only making out. I will never forget the anger on Mr Lee’s face when he saw me on top of his daughter. I shivered at the memory.Her head snapped up. “Eww Josie don’t talk about my dad when your hand is on my ass.”“Sorry.”The episode ended and she switched off the television.“Is it bad I’m ready to go to sleep?” She flashed her phone on to show me the time. “It’s only 10pm.”I yawned. “Is it bad I am too?”“God, we’re like an old married couple. Going to bed at 10pm with no sex.”I threw my head back with laughter. She turned off the lamp and wiggled down the bed. I pulled her closer into me, she buried her face in my neck, and I could smell her signature Isabel scent. I dropped a kiss on her forehead, and I slid my hand under her shirt and tickled her back until I felt her breath even out and she fell asleep.
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Tuesday
I woke up in heaven. I mean, not literally. I was in Isabel’s bed with Isabel still in my arms, in my t shirt, a mess of golden-brown waves on her pillow. I watched her chest rise and fall rhythmically, her freckled cheeks slightly pink with the warmth of our bodies pressed against each other. She looked so peaceful. It felt amazing to see how safe she must feel with me.I didn’t want to wake her so I used my left hand to scroll through twitter while my right one rubbed her back slowly, encouraging her to continue sleeping. I caught up with all my favourite celebrity updates accounts, seeing any new pictures they’ve posted or interactions with other celebrities I like. I swapped to snapchat, swiped up to Hazel’s private story of her midnight snack and opened a snap from PJ of her pulling a weird face. I replied to my best friend with a picture of my face. I circled through my apps, avoiding tiktok, knowing the sound will wake Isabel, and if it doesn’t, my laughter will. I jumped onto Instagram, watching stories and liking any new posts.I felt Isabel stir and I felt relieved, I was getting really bored. Her grip tightened on my body, giving me a squeeze. I tucked my phone under my pillow and gave my girlfriend a kiss on her forehead.“Morning.” Isabel mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Morning.” I whispered. “How did you sleep?”“So good.” She gave me soft morning smile as she opened her eyes and I sunk into an Isabel induced trance. Every time I look into her eyes I fall a little bit more in love. “I like waking up with you.”“I like waking up with you too.” I replied. I snuggled further into the sheets and pressed a kiss to Isabel’s soft lips.“Let’s stay in bed forever.” She giggled.“Happily.” I kissed her again.After a few more minutes of cuddles and sleep thick confessions of love, I sat up to stretch.“I dreamt that we went to Euphoria high school.” Isabel told me through a yawn.“Did you climb Jacob Elordi like a tree?” I teased. I received a slap to the chest in reply.“Shut up.” She laughed. “I need to watch the last two episodes, I’m dying to know what happens.” She grabbed the remote and played the next episode.I went to the bathroom and washed the sleep out of my eyes. I brushed my teeth and returned to the room. I stood at the end of the bed, watching Isabel bite her fingertips in suspense of the show.“Stop being a creep and come spoon me.” She said, her eyes not leaving the screen.I got back into bed and tucked my body behind hers, my hand slipped under her (well my) shirt and dragged my fingers up and down her side, relishing in the warmth of her body. We stayed like that until the final fifteen minutes of the final episode where Isabel said it was too tense to cuddle. I don’t think I’d ever feel too tense to cuddle Isabel.“What?!” She shouted when the credits rolled. “That’s the ending? They can’t leave it on a cliffhanger like that.”I laughed at how angry she was. You would not expect a girl that small to get that angry. “It’s Euphoria, what do you expect?”She stood up, shaking her head. She turned off the television and I watched her retreat to the bathroom.“What do you want to do today? Except make cookies.” She asked from behind the door.“Nothing.”“Good.” She smiled, standing in the door frame. When Isabel wears tight clothes and shows off her body, she’s hot. But right now, she’s perfect. Standing in my t shirt, her left leg crossed over her right one, hand on her hip. Her curls messily falling over her shoulders and a soft smile on her face. A slither of sunlight crept in through the curtains and painted her in a warm golden light.“You’re perfect.” I smiled at her.“You’re a dork.” She rolled her eyes but ran across the room and jumped on me, kissing me aggressively. I trailed my hands up her legs and gave her ass a squeeze.“Do you really not want to do anything today?” She asked.“Yes, I just want to be lazy and relax.” I kissed her again. “And make cookies obviously.”“How have I ended up back here?” She giggled. “I just got up to find a jumper and I’m somehow back in bed.” She pushed herself up and looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Josie?” She extended the word. I know that that look accompanied by that sound can only mean one thing. She’s about to ask for something and I’m not going to be able to say no.“What?”“Can I borrow a hoodie?”Damn it. I knew it.“Fine.”She darted over to my suitcase to have a rummage.“You have like five of mine here already.”“Yeah but I want a fresh one, one that smells like you.” She pouted.“Well can I have one of the other ones back?”She found a green one and pulled off my t shirt before putting on my hoodie. Isabel wear your own clothes challenge. I enjoyed the second long view of topless Isabel. “No. You can’t.”She stood up and my hoodie fell mid-way down her thighs. She kicked off her underwear to replace them with an equally pink and lacy pair. I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, basketball shorts and a graphic tee and chucked them on.“It’s cookie time!” I cheered. I ran down the stairs and heard Isabel’s footsteps following after me. I stopped in the kitchen and whipped around to kiss her again before finding all the ingredients and lining them up on the counter.We weighed and mixed the ingredients and quickly formed them into a dough. “Okay, now for the fun part.” I announced, passing Isabel the rolling pin.I sprinkled a layer of flour onto the counter and plopped the ball of dough down. She slowly rolled the mixture until it was half an inch thick.“Now you pick a cookie cutter and cut out a shape and place it on the baking tray. Easy as that.”Her hand went straight for the star shape. Of course. She took such care to pop the cookie out and not to squash any of the five points. Baking with Isabel is much more fun than it was with my dad. Watching her like this has me daydreaming about our future together. I hope one day we’re married.From the shocked look on Isabel’s face, I think I said that last bit aloud. Fuck.“You think I’m wife material?” She asked me, cutting out a heart shaped cookie.“I do.” I replied honestly. “But, but not because you’re in the kitchen baking cookies. That would set feminism back about fifty years. It’s just this playing house stuff has me thinking about what it would be like if we lived together.”She put the cookie cutter down and took a step closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me with passion.“Mrs and Mrs Marks.” She smiled. “It sounds good.” My heart thumped in my chest hearing our names said together like that.“I love you.” She said against my lips.“I love you more.”I left one of my hands on her waist and used the other to dip my fingers into the flour next to us before smudging it across her cheek.“Josie!” She gasped with a laugh, stepping back. “What the fuck?” She wiped it off her face and I took multiple steps back, knowing she was going to try and get me back. She shook her head at me. “You’re pathetic, Josie.” She laughed.She turned her attention back to the cookies, cutting out a bunch of different shapes. “Are you going to help, or just stand there?”I moved next to her, grabbing the square cutter and popped a few cookies out. We filled the whole tray. They weren’t perfect but I could tell she had fun baking.I leant against the counter as I watched her put the tray in the oven and set a timer. She sidled up against me and kissed me. One hand was on my neck but before I could locate her other hand, I had a smear of flour on my face.“Wow.” I laughed, wiping my cheek. She pecked my nose before moving to the living room. I watched as she picked up a blanket and threw it over herself. An idea struck me.“Let’s make a fort!”“A fort?” She smiled. “Isn’t that a bit childish?”“No.” I gasped dramatically. “It’ll be the perfect place to spend our lazy day. Nothing is cosier than a mini house made out of blankets and cushions.”“Okay, fine.” She stood up and tore the cushions off the couch. We assembled a fort just big enough to fit the both of us in.“Can you grab my laptop?” She asked as the timer went off. I ran upstairs and carried her macbook back down. I set it up inside the fort and watched Isabel crawl in next to me with a plate of golden-brown warm cookies.“What do we watch now that we’ve finished Euphoria?” She asked, scrolling through Netflix and Prime and feeling uninspired. “I want a drama to fill the Euphoria sized hole in my life.”“Did you watch The Idol?”“That show with The Weeknd?” She doubted my suggestion.“Here me out.” I pointed a finger at her. “It’s Sam Levinson who wrote Euphoria and apart from The Weeknd, there are some good bits. Lily-Rose Depp gives a great performance and Da’Vine Joy Randolph is so funny. Hari Nef is great and definitely one to watch, I think she’ll be everywhere in a year or too. Troye Sivan is surprisingly convincing considering it’s his serious acting debut. It’s just a shame Labyrinth didn’t write the score again, he really understood the assignment for Euphoria. The Idol has that crazy drama that you’re looking for.” I paused. “Sorry, I really geeked out there. What I mean is I think you’ll like it.” I scratched my head a little awkwardly.“I forget you like films that much.” She smiled. “We usually watch dumb kids films so I forget film and TV actually interests you.”“You say that as if having a letterboxd account is some kind of qualification.”“I like seeing you so passionate. It’s cute.”“You’re cute.”“Thanks.” She giggled again. “Okay let’s watch it.” She hit play.“Mmm.” I hummed as I took a bite of a cookie. “We’re amazing bakers.”She took a bite of her own star shaped cookie. “Not bad for a first-time baker.” She beamed. “Wait, she looks like PJ!” She pointed to the screen.“Who? Leia?”“Yes!” She laughed. “That is PJ’s twin, they’re literally identical.”“I kind of see it.” I admitted. “Don’t tell PJ though, her ego will go through the roof.”“Noted.” She nodded at me.After the first episode Isabel admitted she was enjoying it. But she paused it to do the washing up. Most of our baking mess fit into the dishwasher but the bowl and baking tray had to be hand washed. I followed her into the kitchen.“I’ll wash, you dry?” She asked me as she filled the sink with hot water.I stood behind Isabel, my arms around her waist, kissing her neck.“I need more washing up liquid.” She said as she shook me off of her and bent over to search through the cupboard under the sink. I placed a hand on each side of her hips and thrust into her repeatedly, causing her to shake and lose grip of the bottle.“Stop pretending to fuck me.” She laughed as she stood back up and submerged the bowl in the water. I stood behind her again, leaving open mouthed kisses on her neck and running my hands down her body, grabbing her thighs before moving up the inside of her (my) hoodie to hold her breasts. I gave them a squeeze and nibbled on her neck as my thumb grazed her nipple.“Fuck it.” She said before turning around and joining her lips with mine. Hell yeah, I’d managed to distract her. Mission accomplished. She took my bottom lip into her mouth, biting it slightly before soothing the pain with her tongue. I dragged my nails down her back and paused to palm her ass with both hands.I turned us around to pin her against the counter. I pulled away for a second to pick her up and sit her on the counter. I stood between her legs, having to lift my head a little to kiss her again.“I forgot you’re strong now.” She moaned against my mouth. “Fight club is paying off.”My hands moved to her arms and gave her biceps a squeeze. “It’s nothing compared to these cheer muscles.” I felt her smile into my kiss. I like Isabel’s arms, but my favourite part of her body is her thighs. I love how strong and sturdy they are whilst also being so dainty and soft. They’re just so Isabel.I pushed her away for a second, just long enough to pull my hoodie over her head and drop it on the floor. I latched onto her neck, placing kisses to her collarbone and chest before sinking a little lower and taking a nipple into my mouth. Every time my tongue made contact with her body, she let out a little moan. Gay angels were singing in my ears.I released her breast with a pop and looked deep into her eyes, seeing desire painted all over face. I pushed her backwards, directing her to lay back on the counter and I peeled her underwear off, throwing it over my shoulder. I kissed her stomach a couple of times before moving south to where she needed me.“Fuck.” She moaned as I slid my tongue through her folds, her body jerking at the movement. Her hand gripped my hair, pushing my face further into her. I placed one of my hands on her stomach to hold her body down as I sucked on her clit, building pressure in her body.“So. Good.” She groaned, gasping between the words. My other hand pulled her leg over my shoulder, giving me more room to explore her body. I slipped a finger inside, pushing it deep inside of her and curling it upwards to hit the spot I know she likes.I kissed the inside of her thigh as I caught my breath, biting to leave a mark. I moved my hand from her stomach to spread her folds apart to reveal her swollen bud, my other hand continuing to slide in and out of her.“Shit you’re so wet.” I whispered before licking at her insides again.“Oh god.” She threw her head back against the counter. Her legs attempted to close but my head forced them open again. “I’m close.”I kept my hand moving rhythmically but I licked her clit a little faster and a little harder. It only took a few more seconds before I felt her body freeze. I continued to lick, a little slower now, letting her ride out her entire orgasm.I broke contact with her body and walked to the other end of the counter to watch her face. Her eyes were shut tight, her chest heaving up and down as she caught her breath. I dropped a kiss to her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched me suck my fingers clean.“Damn Josie.” She closed her eyes again, her face flushed pink. “I was serious before. I’m going to need you to fuck me like that in every room of the house.” She panted, still recovering from her orgasm.I saluted. “Your service top is reporting for duty.”
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Wednesday
Isabel hummed into my kiss, her hand was under my t shirt, feeling the warmth of my skin as her fingers danced across my stomach. We were lying on the couch, ignoring whatever was playing on the TV in front of us. My left hand was on the small of her back, my right was cupping her neck and pulling her down further into me. She ran her foot up my leg which is her subtle way of saying Josie I’m trying to have sex with you. It took me a while to figure that one out.I smoothly shifted my hand down a few inches to cup her ass and give it a squeeze. I was rewarded by a light bite to my bottom lip. I moved it even lower to get some skin-to-skin contact, but I was interrupted by the washing machine singing its song.“Laundry’s done.” Isabel cheered. She climbed off of me and retreated to the laundry room.“What the fuck.” I whispered to myself with disappointment. I sat up and untwisted my now creased t shirt. Thanks Isabel.“Come help me.” She shouted through the house.I stood in the doorway and watched her fiddle with a basket of wet clothes, hanging them out on the drying rack. I grabbed a skirt and drooped it over one of the rails.“This is mine!” I laughed as I hung up my favourite hoodie.“I’m borrowing it.” She shrugged. “You said I could.”“Well if you’ve washed it you obviously intend to wear it again.” I shook my head. “You’ve kidnapped it!” I leant down to the hoodie, “I’ll rescue you and bring you home, I promise.” I whispered to it.“What a loser.” She muttered.“What was that?” I asked with an arched brow.“Nothing.” She flashed me her innocent face; batted eyelashes accompanied by a fake smile.“What did you say?” I stepped closer and poked her in the ribs, making her laugh.“I didn’t say anything.”“You did!” I began to tickle her. My hands quickly darted between her ribs, waist, and stomach. She was hunched over trying to avoid my attacks.“Okay!” She said between a laugh and squeal. “I said you’re a loser.”“Wow, what the fuck Isabel?” I dropped my hands to my side. My smile dropped too.“You were talking to your hoodie. That is a loser thing to do.”“My stolen hoodie.” I corrected her, expressionless.“Give me a kiss.” She pleaded as she stepped closer to me, but I stepped back. My body was backed against the wall, I couldn’t escape.“I thought you didn’t kiss losers.” I teased.“I never said that.” She pointed at me, a smirk curling on her lips. She held her hands behind her back, twisting slightly on her heels and looking up at me with those green eyes. Yep, I’m done playing around. She knows I can’t resist that look. “I find that losers are the best kissers.”I gave up on my offended act and quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her body flush against mine and uniting our lips.“I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep that up.” She gloated as she went back to her laundry. “Loser.” She added with a giggle.“Kind of embarrassing that you have a loser for a girlfriend. My girlfriend is super cool and popular.” I bragged as I picked up a pair of Isabel’s pink panties and placed them on the rack. “And she has sexy underwear.” I added.“Woah don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” She got defensive. “My girlfriend is the coolest.”“Not as cool as mine.”“You’re a loser.” She kissed me again.“At least I’m not a loser kisser.” I whispered against her lips.“I’m taking a bath before PJ and Hazel come over.” She announced. “Want to join me?”“Yes.” I replied instantly. Showering with Isabel is on my list of top 5 things to do with her, but we’ve never taken a bath together.“Can you go and run it? I need to grab the mail.”“Sure.” I stole another kiss before heading upstairs. I began to fill the tub and rummaged around in Isabel’s bathroom cupboards to find some products. I found some bubble bath and added it. I lit a couple of candles and placed them on the sink. She had a selection of bath bombs, so I chose a rose scented one and dropped it into the water.I checked that two towels were hung on the rail before stripping off and sinking into the hot water as the last of the tub filled up. The heat seeped into my muscles, easing any tension.Isabel appeared, her hair in a messy bun, and silently removed her clothes, kicking them into a pile with mine. Her pale skin glowed in the candlelight. The golden light danced across her body, highlighting every inch of perfection.“What’s that smile for?” She asked as she stepped into the tub, settling between my legs. Having a rich girlfriend has its perks, we wouldn’t both fit in the bathtub at my house.“You’re beautiful.” I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to lean back against me. I kissed her shoulder.“This is nice.” She sighed, relaxing into the bath and my hold. We enjoyed the silence for a moment, focusing on our intertwined bodies. She ran her hands up and down my legs which sat either side of her small body.I pushed her to sit up and grabbed the massage oil that sat on the edge of the tub and poured a generous amount into my hands before rubbing it into her back. I applied pressure and worked the oil into her skin.“That feels so good.” She commended me.“Why are your shoulders so tense?”“Between cheer and fight club I get quite the workout.” She explained. “I think I need one of your massages every week.”“That can be arranged.” I kissed her neck, avoiding the oil on her back and shoulders. I continued to work through each knot I came across, pushing her further into relaxation.After forty minutes we agreed we should get out and start preparing dinner. Our guests would be here in two hours and the chicken takes ninety minutes. We wrapped ourselves in towels and stepped back into Isabel’s bedroom. I found a clean pair of black boxers and a black bra in my suitcase and slipped them on. I towel dried the rest of my body before laying down on the bed and watching Isabel get ready.She popped the lid off her moisturiser, coating her skin in it. She rubbed up and down her arms and legs, not missing a single inch. Watching Isabel pay so much attention to herself was turning me on. She chose some underwear and put it on, ensuring the little bow on the waistband of her panties was central. She sat down at her dresser and used a different moisturiser for her face. She released her hair from the hair tie and brushed it delicately, easing out any tangles but still keeping her waves. She twisted the front strands into two skinny braids, perfectly framing her face. Although she opted for a no makeup look, she applied some chapstick and brushed her eyebrows, plucking any stray hairs.“Are you bored yet?” She asked as she caught me watching her in the mirror. “I know I take ages to get ready.”“I like watching you. You’re so careful.” I assured her. “I throw on a t shirt and some jeans and I’m ready.”She left the dresser, satisfied with her appearance, and straddled me on the bed.“You don’t need any of that stuff.” She nodded to her dresser. “You’re perfect just like this.” She dropped a kiss to my lips.“I do mean that. But can I pluck your eyebrows?” She asked quietly.“If you want to.” I laughed. She grabbed her tweezers and returned to straddle me. She used the flash on her phone to light up my face.“Fuck that’s bright!” I cried out, my eyes watering a little.“I don’t want to pull out the wrong hairs Josie. Not even you can pull off the no brows look.”“Ouch!” I yelled as the first hair was pulled out of my skin.“It doesn’t hurt that much.” She laughed at me. “Don’t be so dramatic.”“I’m not dramatic.” I reached up to put my hands on her waist. “It hurt.” I pouted.She kissed my pout away. “Will this help the pain?” She lifted my hand and to hold her tit.I gave it a squeeze, showing her a smile and a nod. “That helps.”I held onto it tightly while she plucked my other eyebrow. It only hurt a little but seeing the entertainment on Isabel’s face (and getting to hold her tit) was totally worth it. Yep, having a half-naked Isabel on top of me was not helping how turned on I was.“Beautiful.” She approved as she sat up to take in the final product. She brushed away a few rogue hairs across my face. “We should put the chicken in soon, that takes the longest. Then we can get dressed and do the rest of the cooking. We need to pick a game too and I want to find some candles for dinner.”“Okay, sounds good.” I agreed.“Josie, I’m going to need you to take your hand off my tit so I can go do that.” She giggled. She grabbed the spare t shirt she left on the bed next to us, trying to put it on.“Don’t put them away.” I pouted. “I need to say goodbye.”“Say goodbye then.” She rolled her eyes.I sat up and pushed my face between the flesh that was poking out of her bra. I kissed the soft skin, savouring my last touch of them. She pushed me back down onto the bed and threw the shirt over her head. My hands immediately reached inside to touch the skin on her back.“Can we have sex?” I begged. “You’re so hot, and I’m so horny.”“We don’t have time.” She laughed, planting her hands on my stomach. “We’ll be eating raw chicken for dinner if we start having sex now.”“That’s fine. I can deal with salmonella.” I said seriously.“That will be super sexy watching you throw up for the next two days.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically. “We had sex this morning Josie, it’s been seven hours. You’re ridiculous.” She began to move off of me.“But-” I pulled her back. “Have you seen you? It’s so hard having a girlfriend this hot.”“You’re a saint.” She teased. “I’m going to start cooking. You need to snap out of this horny mood you’re in or you’ll try to fuck me in the kitchen again.” She got up and walked away from me. “If you’re well behaved this evening, I’ll reward you.” She winked at me from the doorway before disappearing down the stairs.“Fuck!” I rolled over and groaned into the pillow. I hope PJ and Hazel aren’t planning to stay late this evening, I don’t know how much longer I can go without having sex with Isabel. I reluctantly stood up. I stared at my suitcase but what’s the point of getting dressed if I’m going to get changed in five minutes?I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and splashed cold water onto my face. There’s not time to take a cold shower so this will have to do. It’s 5:30pm now, Peej and Hazel are coming at 7, they’ll be gone by 9. You can wait three and a half hours. You can. I gave myself a pep talk in the mirror.I took a deep breath and went downstairs to find Isabel in an apron, pushing the chicken into the oven. She was raised on her tiptoes, setting a timer, and her underwear was peeking out from under her shirt. Her toned thighs flexed her muscles. I checked the clock. This is going to be a really long three hours and twenty-nine minutes.“What can I do to help?” I offered, walking over to her.“You can keep far away from me.” She held up her hand to stop me from coming any closer. “I can tell from the look on your face you haven’t snapped out of that mood and seeing you in that isn’t helping me resist you.” She looked me up and down as I stood there in my underwear.“Just think of unsexy things.” I suggested.“Like what?”“PJ?” I know she’s my best friend but she’s not a turn on for me. Okay, I’m thinking of PJ, and PJ in fight club, and she’s fighting Annie and Annie wins. Okay this is working. And now it’s my turn to fight, and I’m fighting Isabel. She knocks me to the floor, then she’s on top of me and she’s pinning me down and FUCK.“Not working.” I admitted.“Here.” She passed me a chopping board and a sharp knife.“Oh, umm, I don’t know about knife play. If it’s something you’re into then, uhh, we can try it, but, but for me it’s not a fantasy I’ve explored before.”“Eww, Josie, no.” She laughed. “Knife play, really? You’re that horny you think I’m gonna start touching you with knives?” She passed me a bag of potatoes. “Peel these and cut them up.”We stood on opposite sides of the kitchen, knowing its best to keep our distance. We prepped the veg and potatoes. Everything was ready to go when it was time to put each dish on to cook. Isabel untied her apron and I think I felt some drool escape from my mouth.“Let’s get dressed.” She ran off up the stairs. I sat back on her bed and watched as she sifted through her closet. Instead of her usual pink or pastel, she chose a black dress. She stepped into it and pulled it up over her arms.“Can you zip me up?”I found the zipper and slowly pulled it up, my finger dragging up her back as the dress closed. I kissed the base of her neck, not able to resist the smell of her perfume.“No!” She turned around to face me and stepped back with a smile. The dress wasn’t skin-tight but it showed off her curves. That perfect length where it’s not revealing much but it only takes a bit of brain power to imagine what’s underneath.“What about a quick one?” I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.“You know that won’t happen.” She laughed. “If I let you touch me that’s the next hour gone, and we’ll be interrupted by PJ and Hazel.”“They wouldn’t mind.”“We cannot let PJ have that to hold over our heads. She doesn’t need any more excuses to ask us weird sex questions.”“True.” I admitted, holding my hands up in defeat and sitting back down.“I am not wearing heels in my own house.” She returned her attention back to her outfit. She found some black socks with frills and put them on. She looked sexy and elegant but not too overdressed considering we’re staying home.“Now what are you going to wear?” She asked.“I left my little black dress at home.” I joked.She ran down the hall and returned with a gorgeous dark green suit consisting of trousers and jacket and a white shirt. “It’s my dad’s but he hasn’t worn it in years. And green is totally your colour.”I accepted the suit and buttoned up the shirt, leaving the top one undone. Thank god Mr Lee was a small man, that explains Isabel’s stature. The trousers fit well, the jacket was a little long on the sleeves, but not too bad for a borrowed suit. I found white socks in my suitcase and the look was complete.“What do you think?” I asked with a twirl and a laugh.“Very handsome.” She gave me a soft kiss that only lasted a second. We both knew what would happen if it lasted any longer.“Why thank you milady.” I tipped my invisible hat.“Let’s find a game.” She led me downstairs to the bookshelves in her living room, the bottom shelf was full of board games.“Monopoly?” She suggested.“Too long. That game will last at least three hours and I can’t wait that long.”“Wait for what?”“To have sex with you.” I groaned. I tried to wrap my arms around her, but she slapped my hands away.“You have issues Josie.” She laughed. “I told you it’ll be worth the wait tonight.”“Isabelitis is a real disease and I’m sick.” I faked a cough.“What about card games?” She swiftly moved on and pointed to a pack of playing cards.“PJ cheats.”“Why does that not surprise me?”I spotted another deck of cards. “Uno is a safe game. We used to play it with Hazel in middle school.”“Uno it is.” She grabbed the deck and placed it on the dining room table. “I’m going to cook the veg, can you lay the table?”“Yep.” I grabbed the placemats, cutlery and lit two candlesticks. The table, paired with our outfits, made for a fancy looking evening.“Can you get it?” Isabel shouted from the kitchen after the doorbell rang. I ran across the wooden floors in my socks to the front door.“Hey guys.” I welcomed PJ and Hazel into our, I mean Isabel’s, house. PJ wore black pants, a white shirt, and a bow tie. Hazel wore a dark blue suit with a matching waistcoat. “Looking good.” I complimented them both.“You know what I always say, suits were made for lesbians.” PJ bragged.“You’ve never said that.” I laughed as they stepped inside and kicked off their shoes.“Thanks for the invitation!” Hazel beamed.“Thanks for coming.” I replied, directing them to the kitchen.“Hey guys!” Isabel smiled at the guests, looking delicious in her apron.“Jos, can you finish serving up please.”I nodded and took the serving spoon from her hand.“Take a seat.” She said to our friends. “Anyone want a glass of wine?”“Sure.” We all said. Isabel poured four glasses of wine to complete the meal.“You’ve got her whipped.” PJ teased, referring to me in the kitchen. “I reckon all this hard work will be rewarded in the bedro-”“No.” I interrupted my best friend. “We’re having a civilised meal PJ.”“Whatever.” She moaned, taking a sip of her wine.“What’s on the menu tonight?” Hazel asked. “It smells great!”“Thanks Hazel.” I smiled at her.“It’s a roast dinner.” Isabel answered. “Chicken, potatoes, broccoli, carrots, sweetcorn, stuffing, and yorkshire puddings. My dad used to make it for me when I was a kid.”“Oooo very bri-ish.” Hazel faked an English accent.“I just got the ick.” PJ said bluntly. “Please never do that again.”I laughed at their conversation and carried two plates to the table, setting them down in front of our guests. I returned to the kitchen and brought Isabel’s dinner and my own. I sat down and lifted my glass into the air.“To good friends, good company, and hopefully good food.” I toasted.“Cheers.” We said in synch, clinking our glasses together. Isabel and I shared a smile as we sipped our wine.Shockingly, PJ managed to keep the dinner conversation appropriate. We talked about school and fight club. Hazel told us about her taekwondo class and the new moves she’s going to teach us next week. Isabel shared some of the cheer team gossip and it wasn’t long before our plates had been emptied.I cleared the table, leaving all the dishes in the sink for later. Isabel opened another bottle of wine, and we pulled out uno. I sat next to my girlfriend, tried to rest my hand on her thigh but received a stern head shake in response. I watched her freckled cheeks, flushed with alcohol, bounce up and down as she laughed at something Hazel said and fuck me Isabel is so beautiful.“I have to warn you guys, I’m really good at uno.” Isabel announced as she dealt seven cards to each of us.“You’re on pretty girl.” PJ sat up in her chair, trying to make herself look bigger and smarter.“Not cool Peej.” I tutted. She gets flirty when she’s drunk.“You can’t blame me, she is a pretty girl.” She got defensive.“Thanks.” Isabel laughed.“She is.” I flashed my girlfriend a smile. “But you’ve got your own pretty girl right there.” I pointed to Hazel who waved at PJ.“Hell yeah!” PJ cheered and kissed her girlfriend. I laughed at their relationship.Hazel went first and played a red 7, PJ played a yellow 7, I played a yellow 5 and Isabel played a +4.“Fuck!” Hazel groaned as she collected her extra cards.“Blue please.” Isabel said softly, feigning innocence.PJ played a blue 2, I played a blue 6, and Isabel played a blue +2.“You’re joking.” Hazel laughed, picking up two more cards.“Sorry.” Isabel smiled.After a few more trips around the table, we were down to our last cards. PJ, Isabel, and I only had two cards left. Hazel had eleven.“Fuck you!” PJ cried out as Hazel played a red skip.I looked at my hand of green cards, knocked on the table, and picked up.“Uno.” Isabel cheered as she played a red 2. Hazel played a red 5, PJ played a red 1, I played a green 1 and we all watched with our full attention as Isabel played her last card – another +4.“Fuck!” Hazel shouted as she drew four more cards.“I told you I’m really good at uno.” She shrugged.“That’s homophobic to do that to Hazel.” PJ accused.“I’m gay.” Isabel replied bluntly.“Wow, congratulations on coming out.” PJ clapped. “This is a safe space for you.”“Shut up PJ.” Isabel rolled her eyes with a soft giggle.“Speaking of gay,” PJ turned to Hazel, “are you ready to get out of here lezza?”“Sure.” Hazel smiled. “Can I wash the dishes or something? As a thank you for cooking.”“No need Hazel but thank you for offering.” Isabel replied. “I’ll walk you out.”I stayed seated, picking up the cards, shuffling them and putting them back into their box.“Bye Jos.” I heard PJ shout.“Bye.”I heard the front door close and the lock turn. Isabel strutted over to me and took a seat sideways on my lap. My arms circled her waist to bring her closer to me.“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.“I did. It was fun.” She smiled down at me, her eyes a little glassy from the wine.“And the food was good, we make pretty good chefs.” I kissed the ridge where her shoulder joined her neck, aching to feel her skin.“Can we have sex now?” She asked in a whisper.“I’ve been trying to!” I protested. “You’re the one whose been withholding your beautiful pale body from me all day! First we got interrupted by the laundry, then the cooking, then PJ and Hazel. And seeing you in this,” I pinched the fabric of her dress, “has had me drooling over you all evening. You look insane and you won’t let me touch you or even give you a ki-”I was cut off by Isabel’s mouth crashing down onto mine, her hand gripped my neck and pushed me further into her intoxicating scent and taste. Thank fuck for that, I don’t think I could have lasted a minute longer without touching her.“So, is that a yes?” She whispered against my lips.“Yes.”She stood up off my lap and walked slowly away from me, throwing me a smirk over her shoulder. She unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, and left it on the floor as she slowly ascended the stairs. I gulped as I followed her at a distance, wanting the full view of her walking away.She unclasped her bra and dropped it halfway up before standing still at the top of the stairs and pulling her panties down, leaving them on the carpet as her naked figure disappeared into her bedroom. My jaw dropped. How is this girl real?I ran up the stairs, leaving her clothes on the floor. I found her in bed waiting for me.“Fuck me.” I moaned at the sight, arousal spreading all over my skin.“I’m trying to.” She winked at me.I wriggled out of the suit jacket, dropped the pants, and fumbled with the shirt buttons. “Shit.” I grunted. The only thing standing in the way of me and sex with Isabel are these fucking shirt buttons. I got the top three undone and pushed my head through the hole I’d created. I ran over to her as I removed my boxers, socks and bra, tossing them each over my shoulder.I slipped into the bed and kissed her hard. I took her bottom lip into my mouth, showing her the passion I’d felt for her all day. She pulled away and pushed me onto my back, settling her small body between my legs. She kissed my neck and her dainty fingertips trailed down my body.“No need for foreplay. I’m ready.” I husked in her ear.Her hand dipped lower and slipped a finger through my folds.“You weren’t kidding.” She smiled with confidence. “You’re so wet.” She pushed two fingers inside of me, knowing I could take it.“God Isabel.” I threw my head back in delight. “I’ve been waiting for that all day.”She pushed them in and out of me slowly. I watched her bite her lip and I knew she was teasing me. Her fingers felt amazing, but they wouldn’t be enough to make me finish.“Isabel.” I looked down at her, asking for more. She kissed me but refused to speed up her motions or touch me where I really needed her to. I pushed my hand down to help myself, but she snatched it and pushed it back up.“Please.” I whispered. She bit my lip and I groaned into her mouth, eyes closed as her thumb finally grazed my clit.“Thank you.” I sighed. She moved so slowly, and it was painful how turned on I was. I opened my eyes to find a look of playfulness in hers. It was so sexy but so frustrating. I tried to help myself again and she stopped touching me completely.She grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head. “Stay there.” She instructed me. I nodded, I was speechless. Her fingers retuned to my insides and moved a little faster now, I was almost getting the amount of friction I needed.“Fuck that’s good.” I moaned. She kissed my neck, right at the spot that drives me crazy, using her tongue to sooth the pain of her teeth. I felt her mouth move higher, licking the shell of my ear before nibbling on the lobe.“Do you want to come?” She asked in a husky whisper.I nodded.“Let me hear you say it.”“I want to come.” I groaned. “Please.”Her fingers moved faster, curling upwards, exactly how I like. Her thumb moved to circle my clit and I felt the tension building in my stomach. I knew I was close. I gasped deeply at the overwhelming pleasure as I froze and clenched around my girlfriends fingers.“Holy shit.” I panted as I sunk into the mattress. Isabel flopped down next to me.“I told you I’d reward you if you’re well behaved tonight.”“I just need a minute.” I said breathlessly. “Then I’ll…” I waved my hand, referring to her body.“You stay there.” She straddled me, facing me. She grabbed my hand and placed it fingers up on my stomach. I folded my pinkie and index finger down, realising what she was going to do. She lifted her body and sunk down on my fingers. I want that image permanently carved into my brain.She began to move up and down on my hand, arching her back so my fingers hit the roof of her insides. I lifted my other hand to touch her but couldn’t decide to touch her thighs, stomach, breasts, ass, or hips. I grabbed her hip, helping her to grind down harder on my hand.Her right hand reached down to touch herself. Now that I’d regained my strength, I did a quick calculation and realised if I sat up, she could get the friction from my body that she needs to finish. I pulled her hand away and sat up, feeling her dampness on my lower stomach. My hand reached behind her back to scratch at her skin.She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned loudly in my ear. I swear I almost came again from that sound alone. Fuck. My head was level with her chest and I took her tit into my mouth. I sucked on the soft flesh and used my tongue to graze her nipple.“Oh fuck.” She moaned again. Her movements quickened and I twisted my wrist so the heel of my hand hit her clit. She grinded faster and harder until she collapsed against me, biting hard on my shoulder, suppressing her screams. I held her body tightly and wiggled my fingers as much as I could to let her ride out her orgasm.Once she loosened her grip, I layed back down to take in the sight before me while I licked my fingers. I love the way she tastes. Loose strands of her hair stuck to her face and her skin blushed pink. She was beautiful. She lifted her body off of mine and laid next to me.“I told you it would be worth the wait.” She said between deep breaths.I rolled over and kissed her deeply. I’m so in love with this girl.
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Thursday
I sat on Isabel’s bed watching her at the dresser. She winked at me through the mirror, the hairdryer downing out the sound of tiktok on my phone. She methodically took each section of her hair with the brush and ran it through the hot air. Isabel has a lot of hair. Thank god for tiktok to keep me from getting bored.“They look so dead.” She shouted over the noise.“What?” I shouted back.“The flowers.” She giggled as she turned it off and put it down on her dresser. “They look so dead.”I turned my head to the vase of flowers I brought her at the start of the week. “They are looking a little sad.” I admitted with a frown.“I wish I could keep them for longer.” She pouted as she braided the front strands of her hair.“We could press them?” I suggested.“Press them? What are you on about?”“Isabel Lee, do not tell me you don’t know what flower pressing is.”She turned to face me. “I don’t know what flower pressing is.”“Fuck sake!” I threw my head back on the mattress. “Your childhood sounds so sad.”“I had a great childhood!” She walked over to me just to hit me.“Just be grateful I’m here now to show you how to have fun.”“I’m super grateful you’re here now.” She kissed me slowly. I could practically taste the love on her lips.“What is flower pressing then?”“You put the petals on a paper towel and put something heavy on top to dry them out and then you can keep the petals forever.”“Okay, you’re right, I must have had a sad childhood. That sounds like my dream activity as a kid.”“Exactly! You love to do that art stuff.”“Art stuff?” She questioned with a laugh before placing another kiss to my lips. “Can we do it now?”“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I pulled my shirt over my head and kissed Isabel passionately.“Not do ‘it’.” She threw my shirt back at me with a laugh. “I meant can we do flower pressing now?”“Oh.” I put my shirt back on. “I’d prefer to have sex but if you want to do flower pressing, we can do that instead.”I grabbed the vase of sad flowers, carried them downstairs and put them on the kitchen counter.“We need something heavy. Books work well.”Isabel disappeared before returning with a stack of hardback books.“United States History.” I read aloud as I picked up the book at the top of the stack. “Doesn’t seem important.” I pulled a couple sheets of paper towel off the roll and placed them on top of the book. “Now you get the petals from the flowers and space them out on here.”Isabel did as I instructed, choosing the least dead petals, the ones that weren’t super brown. I placed more paper towel on top of them. “Then put some heavy books on top to weigh it down.”She dropped four thick books on top and slid the stack to the edge of the counter so it’s out of our way.“Perfect. Then we leave them overnight to dry out and then they’ll be ready.”“And what do you do with them once they’re dry?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck.“You can stick them on paper to make a collage or greeting cards. Or you can stick them in a scrapbook. Or just keep them in a box to look pretty. Up to you.”“Cute.” She kissed me softly. “Let’s go for a walk, I’ve not had any exercise for days.”“Hmm I seem to remember us getting a good workout here.” I nodded to the kitchen counter. “And there.” I pointed to the couch. “And in your bed, on the living room floor, in the shower, on the-”“Okay, I see your point.” She laughed.“We had a lot of sex which is like exercise.” I confirmed.“Yeah, I got that.” She rolled her eyes at me. “But seriously I’ll be in deep trouble with coach if I don’t do any cardio.”“Oh please you’re super fit, a few days off won’t make a difference.” I shrugged. “Look at you, you’re still just as skinny as you were last week.”“Josie, please don’t call me a skinny mini again.”My hands automatically jumped up to cover my face as I felt it heat up with embarrassment. “You promised never to talk about that again!”Isabel’s hands pulled mine away from my face and she dropped a kiss to the tip of my nose with a giggle. “I’m sorry.” She whispered playfully. “I thought you’d be over that by now.”“That conversation keeps me up at night. What the fuck was wrong with me?” My eyes were still closed, I couldn’t bare the sight of those green eyes watching me.I felt her lips on mine, and I let my hand move into her hair to graze her head. Her arm wrapped around my neck to pull me closer. If this was Isabel’s way of apologising for embarrassing me, she is forgiven.“So, a walk?” She asked again.“Yeah, okay. Let’s go to the park.”“Can we feed the ducks?” She asked me, looking deep into my eyes.“Sure. We can take the ends of the loaf, they’re stale anyway.”I locked the doors while Isabel changed. My baggy jeans and striped t shirt were fine for the park, but she didn’t want to go in my dirty t shirt she’d been wearing. I grabbed the loaf of bread from the cupboard and waited by the front door with her keys. She arrived downstairs in black leggings tucked into her white socks and a baby pink short-sleeve shirt. She knelt down to tie the laces of her white converse. It’s not rained all week, so they won’t get muddy.The park is a ten-minute walk from Isabel’s house. She held my hand and swung our arms as we strolled down the sidewalk.“I lost my first tooth in this park.” She reminisced.“How?”“I was on the monkey bars having a competition with my sister. She was older and stronger but I was stubborn and didn’t want to admit she could hang there for longer than me. So I held on until my hands slipped and I fell face first onto the grass.”“Oh god.” I laughed.“I was fine overall, but I knocked my tooth out.” She giggled. “Mom was just annoyed that I got grass stains on my white shirt.”“My mom used to take me and PJ here as kids too. I wonder if we ever played here at the same time.”“Maybe.” She squeezed my hand. “PJ probably would’ve pulled my pig tails and chased me around the playground.”I burst out laughing. “She was no better than a boy.” We arrived at the pond, the ducks were swimming back and forth.I opened the bag of bread and handed Isabel a slice. She tore it up and threw each piece into the water. It wasn’t long before the ducks were crowded together fighting over every crumb.“When we fed the ducks as kids, PJ ate the mouldy bread.”“That’s disgusting! Why would she do that?” Isabel frowned.“She did it in front of Hazel once in the eighth grade, I think she was trying to impress her.”“What a weird way to try to impress a girl.”“Yep. Anyway, it worked, so she kept eating more until she threw up in the pond.”“Eww! PJ is so weird.” She giggled. “I’m gonna bring that up next time we’re paired up in fight club.”“Good idea.” I nodded and kissed Isabel on the cheek. I moved to stand behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder. We watched the ducks chase each other around the pond, occasionally flapping their wings and making us jump.“Ready to head home?” She asked me.“Sure.” I pressed another kiss to her cheek. I slipped my hand into hers and we walked home.“This place is a mess.” She frowned as we stood in the doorway of her house. There were blankets on the floor, a sink full of dishes, food on the side and last night’s clothes left in a trail up the stairs. “We should clean up.”“Agreed.” I walked over to the stairs and picked up Isabel’s dress. “I don’t want your parents to come home to this. Your dad will kill me.”“Probably.” Isabel laughed. I followed her upstairs to her room, collecting her discarded clothes. “Let’s start here.”I put the clothes in her laundry basket. Picked up her towel and draped it over the rail in the bathroom.“It stinks of sex.” She moaned as she opened her window. “I’ll wash the sheets tomorrow morning.”I collected all our dirty dishes from the week and carried them downstairs.“Can you pack the dishwasher? I’m gonna vacuum.”I nodded and stacked the plates and bowls in the dishwasher while Isabel ran the hoover around. I pulled the full bag out of the trashcan and slipped my feet into Isabel’s sliders.“Your feet are tiny.” I said across the room, but she didn’t hear me over the noise. My feet hung out the back of the shoes as I stumbled down the driveway. I slung the bag in the can and walked back to the house.I filled a jug with water and circled the house to water all of Mrs Lee’s plants.“Thank you.” I watched Isabel mouth to me. I smiled back at her.I watered the succulents, the orchid, and the ficus. I refilled the jug before heading to the monstera at the bottom of the stairs. Isabel finished vacuuming and put it back in the cupboard.“What the heck?” I said to myself as I reached around the plant to grab the pink material wedged between the wall and the pot.“Isabel?” I called out. She ran over to me with a giggle as she snatched her panties from my hand.“I wonder how those got there.” She feigned innocence as she stuck them in the laundry room. “Thanks for watering mom’s plants, that was sweet.” She captured me in a slow kiss, her hand on the small of my back, pulling me in closer.“I can’t believe your parents are back tomorrow.” I pouted and sat down on the couch.“I know, it sucks.” She sat down next to me, her head flopped onto my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. “I wish we could do this all the time.”I mindlessly played with her fingers in my lap. “It’s been so nice. All the mundane things are fun with you.” She stretched out on the couch, laying her head in my lap. We sat in silence as I ran my fingers through her hair. Her eyes fluttered close, and a soft smile painted her face. I reached for the blanket next to me and drooped it over her body. I felt her breath deepen and knew she’d fallen asleep.I dropped a kiss to her forehead and took in the sight of my napping girlfriend. Her hair sprawled out in my lap. Her hair is one of my favourite parts of her. My fingertip followed the map of freckles which dusted her pink cheeks. Her freckles are next on that list. Also on the list of my favourite parts of Isabel, are her thighs. So strong but soft and so so sexy. When I die, I want to be buried between her thighs. Number two on the list is that look she does where she looks up at me through her eyebrows and I fall deep into those green eyes. That look could make me commit murder. Actually it kinda has already (sorry Huntington). But my number one favourite part of my amazing girlfriend is her laugh. I love her little giggle, but the laugh I’m thinking of is that one that comes from her soul and takes over her entire body. It starts in her stomach and pours out through her throat. It makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter and makes my heart pound. It’s infectious, it’s impossible not to laugh with her. She shuffled in my lap and I stroked her hair to coax her back to sleep. I’m so lucky to have her in my life.
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Friday
I grunted as sunlight hit my eyelids, I rolled onto my front and when an arm wrapped around me, I buried my face into Isabel’s neck. Her fingertip stroked up and down my cheek, tickling me out of my sleep. I felt her lips press against my forehead and my own lips curled into a smile.“Good morning, Josie.” She sung softly in her raspy morning voice.“Hmm.” I replied. Her kisses continued down my face from my temple to my cheek to the corner of my mouth. I removed my head from her neck to join our lips together. “Morning.” I said before kissing her again, she tasted of mint and vanilla.“How did you sleep?” I asked.“Good.” Her hand moved to tickle my back. “I’m gonna miss waking up to your pretty face every morning.”A smile broke out across my face. “You think I’m pretty?”“The prettiest.” She kissed my cheek.“I bet you say that to all your girls.” I rolled my eyes.She shook her head with a smirk. “You’re dumb.”I stared into her green eyes, falling deep into her gaze. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” I thought aloud.“I like you, I think I’ll keep you around.”“Please keep me.” I pouted with my best puppy dog eyes. She kissed my pout away and I whispered “I love you.” I rolled myself on top of her to deepen the kiss.“I love you.” She rested her forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. “But my parents will be home in hour and we’re currently naked in a bed that stinks of sex.”“Yeah, that’s not how I want them to find us. That would not be good. We should shower.”“We should.”I made no effort to move. I didn’t ever want to leave Isabel or this bed.“Josie, move.” She giggled. I shook my head in protest and kissed her again. She allowed me to kiss her before she easily pushed me off of her and slid out of the bed.“Fuck. I forgot you’re strong.”“You don’t have to be that strong to move a five-foot-five scrawny nerd.” She replied from the bathroom.“I’m five-six.” I shouted over the sound of the shower running as I followed her out of bed.I stepped into the shower and wrapped my arms around Isabel, holding her close under the hot water, careful not to get our hair wet. She turned around to view her products and I pressed my body flush against hers, my hands rising to squeeze her boobs, I kissed her shoulder and nibbled at her neck.She poured shower gel into her hand and began to soap up her arms, I stole some of the bubbles and my hands returned to washing her chest. I did an excellent job. She turned around and kissed me, she washed my back. Having her hands all over me and her nails scratching at my back was sending pulses of arousal to my crotch. I pulled her back under the water to wash all the soap off her body. Then I pushed her back against the wall.“Josie!” She shrieked in surprise.I dropped to my knees, careful not to slip on the wet porcelain, my head was level with her core. I pulled her left leg over my right shoulder, giving me the space I needed to explore her body one last time this week. I took my middle finger and ran it through her folds, she was wet. I layed my tongue flat and dragged it across her core, the taste of her delighting my senses. I gripped her thigh on my shoulder before using a finger on my other hand to open her up and allow me access to where she really needed me.I flicked her clit gently with my tongue, earning a moan in response. I began to lick circles around it and her hands gripped my hair, pushing my face further into her with encouragement. I used my left hand to slide a single finger inside of her, curling it towards me and hitting the spot she likes.“Oh fuck Josie.” She groaned, throwing her head back against the shower wall. I love when she says my name during sex, it’s such a turn on. I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to dull the throbbing of my own body. I shifted my focus back to Isabel and sped up my tongue and finger movements, keeping the same rhythm but dragging up the tempo. It was only a few more seconds before her body froze and I knew she’d reached her orgasm. I held onto her body, supporting her weight on my shoulders as her legs shook.When she regained her strength, I stood up, washed the remaining bubbles off of my body, pecked her quickly on the lips and left the shower. I wrapped myself in a pink towel, found my last clean pair of boxers and socks from my suitcase and started to get dressed.“What was that?” Isabel asked as she emerged from the bathroom in a towel the exact same shade of pink that flushed her face.“It was a thank you present for letting me stay with you.” I shrugged as I pulled on my jeans.“In that case you can come and stay again.” She giggled as she chose her underwear, a denim skirt and a fitted white long sleeve shirt. “I’ll be thinking about that when I shower alone tomorrow.”I repacked my suitcase, putting all the dirty clothes in one side to separate them from the spare t shirts and jeans that were still clean. “Want me to strip the bed?”“Please.” She brushed her hair and moisturised her face.I shook off the pillowcases, duvet case and fought with all four corners of the fitted sheet. I dumped them in a pile on the floor in the doorway. I cracked the window to let in some clean air.“Thanks.” Isabel smiled, she marched over to me and placed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Will you help me make it again?”“Sure.”She pulled a pile of pink ironed bedding from her closet. We took two corners of the sheet and eventually got it taut across the mattress. I dressed the pillowcases as she turned the duvet case inside out. I picked up the comforter and handed her the top two corners. With a shake and some struggle, we eventually got it in. We stood at the end of the bed admiring our work.“I wish you were staying another night.”I held her waist in my hands and gave her a squeeze. “I’m sure you’re sick of me by now, I’ve been here for four nights.”She shook her head. “I’m not sick of you.”“Maybe I should just move in then.” I joked.“Maybe you should.” She snaked her hands up my arms and around my neck, her eyes staring at the ground.I expected her to laugh me off, not to one-up me. “I don’t know how my parents would feel about that.” I laughed.“They love me, they’d be happy for us.”“But they also love me, and I’d like to think they want me to stay under their roof for a little longer.”“I guess so.” She tilted her head and made eye contact. I couldn’t help myself from kissing her. “We’ll have to wait a bit longer then before we move in together.”“You’re such a stereotype, trying to U-Haul with me.”“Shut up.” She tried to push me away, but I held her tight and pulled her into another kiss. Her grip softened and she melted into my hold. “Do you think the flower press will be ready?”“I don’t know, let’s go check.”Isabel picked up the dirty bedding and floated downstairs. I grabbed my suitcase and wheeled it after her. I walked it all the way to the front door, leaving it neatly by my sneakers.She emerged from the laundry room, and I met her at the kitchen counter, staring at the stack of books in front of us.“What do I do?”“Take off the books and peel back the paper towel. Be gentle.”She removed the heavy books about airplanes, the history of bridges and bikes (Mr Lee is a classy man) and opened the paper towel to reveal the petals, still pink but a lot flatter and dry.“They’re so pretty!” She smiled as she picked up a delicate petal to examine it.“Any idea what you’re going to do with them?”“I’m going to keep them. And whenever you get me flowers in the future, I’m going to press those too. Then in a few years’ time, when I walk down the aisle, the flower girls can throw petals of all the flowers you’ve bought me throughout the years.”I gulped. My heart sunk. That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. I didn’t have the words to articulate all the feelings in my heart, my head, and my stomach so I pulled Isabel into me and hugged her. My arms squeezed her so tightly I was afraid she’d pop.“I hope I’m the person you’re getting married to in that scenario.”“Yes Josie, I meant you.” She laughed into my chest, her body still tightly held against my own. I pulled her away and grabbed her face with both of my hands, kissing her hard.I heard the lock turn and the front door open. “We’re home!” Mr and Mrs Lee sung out in perfect harmony. I detached my face from Isabel’s and quickly straightened my shirt. I’ve met Isabel’s parents before, but I still like to make a good impression.Mrs Lee wrapped Isabel in a hug, holding her tightly for a few long seconds and then she did the same to me. “Hi Josie.” She said in my ear.“Hi.” I replied, hugging her back.Mr Lee followed suit and pressed my girlfriend to his chest. I could tell they’d both really missed her while they were away. He walked up to me and shook my hand. I think the whole Isabel having a girlfriend who wears boy’s clothes thing confuses him. I accepted his handshake with my weak grip and flashed him a smile.“The house looks great!” Mr Lee commended us. “I expected it to look like a bomb site.”“That’s the other girl who has the bomb thing, not Josie.” Mrs Lee explained.“Hazel.” I suggested.“That’s it, Hazel.” She confirmed.“Thank you for keeping Isabel company this week.” Mr Lee smiled at me. “We don’t know what she would’ve done without you here to entertain her.”“Oh, umm, it’s no problem. Thanks for letting me stay.”Isabel turned to me. “You should probably get home. I’ll walk you out.”I nodded and offered her parents an awkward wave goodbye. They settled into the living room as we walked to the front door.“Thank you for cutting me off. I was about to start rambling and almost thanked your dad for letting me date/have sex with you. I know that’s not his choice whatsoever, but there’s just something about father figures that make me fall into heteronormative behaviours, and usually I’d say I’m a pretty good feminist, and that would’ve been so inappropriate because like you’re not an object and you’re certainly not his possession but I just-”“Okay Josie.” She giggled. “You can stop now.”I bent down to put on my sneakers.“Please don’t ever talk about anything sex related with my dad.”“Roger that.” I saluted. Isabel stepped closer and wrapped her arms around my neck for the final time that week.“I’ve loved having you stay.”“I’ve loved you having me stay.”“I’ll try to convince my parents to go away more often. It’s their anniversary next month, I’ll suggest a trip to Paris.”“Please.” I kissed her.“I was serious when I said I wanted to move in together some day. This week has made me realise that isn’t just a fantasy, we could do this for real.”“And getting married, you were serious about that too?”“Deadly serious. Mrs and Mrs Marks feels so right rolling off my tongue.”“Mrs and Mrs Marks.” I tried it out. “It does feel right.” She kissed me softly. Then she released me from her hold and passed me my suitcase. I took it and stepped through the door, leaning forward to steal one last kiss.“Bye Josie.”“Goodbye.” I turned and walked down the driveway.