EroticReverie

Evangeline Loveland

My head is pounding when I wake up, rolling under my covers I groan, not wanting to even open my eyes.  When I finally risk opening my eyes the sun makes me shut them again, I place my hands over my face and then open my eyes again. 

My eyes shoot wide as I fly up in the bed, my heart darting around , and I panic for a few seconds before everything comes crashing back through my memory. 

I cringe as I remember puking into the toilet with Julius by my side, and then I remember how right before that, we had almost kissed. I slap my hand over my head and fall back into the bed. 

He's gone. He's not here. How fucking embarrassing. I sit back up and wince as my head pounds, holding a hand to my head I look around for my pants, remembering how I demanded he remove them.  God, the things I said. 

I find my pants folded on a chair across the room and walk over and grab them, my phone still in my back pocket, I take it out and throw on my jeans. 

I look at my phone for the time and see it's only 8am, and wonder if he was that digusted that he had to get out of bed and go sleep somewhere else. 

As I pull up my phone to request an Uber, the bedroom door opens, making me jump. 

My eyes go right to the broad bare torso , glistening with sweat, and the gym shorts hanging on his hips.

"Jesus" I say out loud under my breath as my eyes find themselves unable to stop staring at the toned abdomen and that inviting little V shape formed by his hips. I swallow hard and bring my eyes to actually leave his body and go to his face, where he's grinning. 

"Morning Little Love" he says. "You sleep well?" he asks , walking in, shutting the door behind him , as he takes the hand towel thrown over his shoulder , wiping sweat off his face. I bite my lip watching him run his fingers through his black sweaty hair. It was just plain cruel how good he always looked. 

"Um..yeah" I say, watching as he turns slightly, his back to me and my lips part to speak more, but I just watch the muscles in his back move as he lifts a foot, pulling off one sneaker, and then the other. 

"I was just...going..thank you for letting me stay" I say and start to walk to his door. 

"Going where?" he asks, making me stop and turn. 

"Umm, home?" I ask. 

"You got plans?" he asks. 

"No, but I...I dont want to overstay my welcome." I say. 

He gives a little roll of those blue eyes of his. 

"Well if you dont have plans, you should hang out with me today." he says walking over , wiping his chest with the towel and I inhale as he gets closer. 

"I...I don't ...um" I say, stammering, not able to find the words. I can smell him, his deodorant but also his sweat and have no idea why that turns me on. But all I want to do is drink the sweat from his skin by running my tongue all over him. 

"Come on...we need to start having all that sex you were talking about." He playfully nudges me. 

My eyes widen and then I wince. I lift a hand to my face. "oh god" I say. 

"I'm so sorry" I say shaking my head, my cheeks turning the darkest shade of red they probably ever have. 

He laughs. 

"I don't know why I said those things...god..I'm sorry" I say, daring to look at him and he's smiling. 

"I'm just teasing you. I thought it was cute." he says and nudges me again with elbow. 

"I'm going to shower...then if you want to, you can take one.." he says, turning, ending the awkward conversation about my drunken admissions last night. 

"Oh, ok." I say. 

--

I sit on his bed, scrolling though my phone, wondering why the hell I'm here, why Julius wants to hang out with ME of all people. 

I look up as he comes out with a bright white towel wrapped around his hips and he smiles. Those bright white teeth matching, and he looks so fucking good, if I didn't think he'd run the other way,I'd spread my legs for him, right here , right now.  My hands itched to touch his body, runs my fingers over his torso, and those arms, rip that damn towel from him, to see what he was packing. 

"My eyes are up here Love" he says, making my eyes dart back up, as I blush again. He smiles. 

"Sorry, just...um.....right." I say and look down at my phone. 

He chuckles slightly. 

"If you want to shower , I'll find you something to wear while you're in there. " he says. 

"Um, oh...okay." I say with a shrug. 

--

His shower smells like him, like his body wash and his aftershave and his cologne and heat pools in my belly and I try not to let my hands linger in certain areas as I wash myself using his body wash. 

But sure enough, after the shower starts to clear out my foggy hangover, my hand slips down between my legs, and I lean my back against the wall as I rub my clit. I tilt my head back, pushing off the wall slightly as I grind against my own touch , my mouth parting. 

It takes me all of 2 minutes to finish myself off, knowing that I was touching myself in HIS shower. 

I use his shampoo and conditioner, and thank the gods he doesnt use some ten in one bullshit. 

When I'm done I wrap myself in the towel he gave me, and then open the door slowly. 

I see him look up, and he gives me a once over, then a twice over, his eyes lingering on my legs. 

"My eyes are up here Julius." I tease and he smiles as he lifts his eyes to mine. 

"I know where your eyes are Love." he says, and lets his eyes fall down again, slowly raking over my form. 

My toes curl against the floor under his gaze. 

"I got you a dress from one of the girls next door." he says. I scrunch my brows. 

He laughs. "They actually give us boxes of left over clothes for the girls that .." he stops. 

"For the girls that have to do the walk of shame from Julius James's bedroom the next morning?" I raise my brow. 

He laughs slightly. "Something like that." 

I walk over to the bed, holding my towel with one arm, to make sure it doesnt come undone and peek at the dress laying on the bed. 

It was a really light blue sundress, that tied at the shoulders. The top part around the breasts was the stretchy ruffle fabric, but I had a feeling whoever owned this dress previously had a much smaller chest than mine. 

"I'm not sure it will fit." I say. 

He pinches his brows. "What do you mean, is it too big?" 

I laugh and look at him. "The chest.....I dont think it will fit in the chest." I say. 

"Oh..." he says, looking at the dress. 

"Well if it doesnt fit, I can take you home to change." he says. 

I nod and reach out and pick up the dress. 

"I wont look." he says, turning to the side on his bed. 

I laugh, and realize I dont have clean panties, and that I can't wear a bra with this dress. 

I drop the towel slowly and dry my body, peeking around to make sure he's really not looking. 

I slip the dress on, and laugh as I pull the top up over my tits. 

"What's so funny?" he asks. "Can I look?" he says. 

"I guess" I say laughing, looking down at the crinkled fabric that is now, pretty much smooth, with my tits stretching it out. 

"Oh....damn" he says when he turns , his brows jumping. 

"Yea" I say. 

"Shit." he says and I look up, and his eyes are glued to my chest. 

"Looks good to me." he says. 

I laugh. "I bet it does, you're a guy." I say. 

Juius James

Fucking hell. Little Love's tits are about to rip that fabric down the god damn middle. The dress fall about mid thigh, and I can help but stare at her body, her legs, then back to those fucking incredible tits on her. 

She ties the straps at the shoulders and holds out her hands. 

"I look like a tramp" she says, looking down at herself. 

"you look..." I say and she looks up, raising a brow. 

"You look...." I say again, and she laughs. 

"Jesus..." I say shaking my head and push up off the bed in my jeans and a black t shirt. 

"We need to get out of my bedroom...stat" I tell her and she laughs slightly , and I pull her out of my room.