Page 14 of Shared Spaces

The entire apartment smells like pickles now.

I even tried to scrub the floor with bleach, but it’s still lingering.

After what seems like a good twenty minutes, I hear the water shut off finally and the bathroom door creaks open.

“I can still smell them!” I hear her squeal before her bedroom door slams shut.

I snicker to myself and press play on the movie I have picked out for us to watch. It’s already dark outside because of the rain clouds, so it makes for a comfortable movie atmosphere.

I reach over, grab the string connected to the blinds and pull them closed.

Gwen comes sauntering into the room shortly after, huffing when she sees that I’m taking up most of the space on the couch, including her favorite spot to sit.

“You could just lay down in front of me—roomie cuddles!” I exclaim sarcastically in a girlish tone.

“Um, no. I can’t watch a movie with your—”

“Jeeze, way to blow me off, Gwen,” I tease, sitting up so she can take her spot back.

“Thank you,” She says, politely nuzzling herself into the corner of the couch.

I actually love it when she sits there.

It makes it so much easier for me to play with her and she can’t get away easily.

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I played it cool the whole movie, and while I was caught up in the plot, Gwen fell asleep.

My god.

She’s even pretty when she sleeps.

I hope she doesn’t wake up to me just staring at her all creepy like, but i can’t help it; she’s fascinating as hell to me.

Reaching over slowly, I place one hand on her upper leg then trace my fingertips downward, feeling almost rebellious for touching her while she’s dreaming away.

I glide my fingers back up lightly, paying special attention to her inner thigh.

I wonder just how far I could go before she wakes up?

With my other hand, I unzip my jeans, allowing my cock to spring free. I start off with light strokes up and down my shaft, my eyes focused in on Gwen’s face while she still remains asleep.

She’s completely unaware that I’m touching her, and it’s hot as hell.

After a few minutes, I throw my head back and quicken my strokes, squeezing even harder as I start to reach that forbidden high.

She’s definitely watched me jerk off before, but there’s just something about her lack of awareness that makes it feel that much better.

“Fuckkkk,” I groan, moving my fingers up further so I can trace the lace material covering her delicious pussy.

Holy hell, she’s wet.

I slowly push her panties to the side, trying not to wake her, though I doubt she’ll stay asleep for what I’m about to do next.

With just the tip of my finger, I find her clit and start slowly circling it, barely applying pressure with my eyes still fixed on hers. The sight of her alone is bringing me to the edge of an orgasm.

Out of nowhere, my mind wanders to the comment she made earlier. Why did she say her and Mila would be talking about other men?

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