The New Girl

Chapter 13- Beaming

I stayed at Emily's place that night. When we got home, we were both tired and we fell asleep in our clothes. I woke up the next morning next to her in bed. She was still asleep and I watched her for a time.

She looked so peaceful and beautiful. I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and kissed her on the forehead. Flipping over in bed, quietly so as not to wake her, I checked the time on my watch. 10:12am.

I got up slowly and took my clothes off. I walked over to her closet and grabbed a white button down shirt and put it on over my bra. I walked downstairs in my panties; I didn't feel like putting pants on.

It was Saturday so we had the day off. I stepped into her kitchen and got some eggs out of her fridge. I managed to find a skillet and I made some scrambled. I added a bowl of strawberries and a glass of water.

I brought our food up to the bedroom and saw that Emily was beginning to wake up.

"Well, good morning sleepy-head," I say. I can't help but giggle at her bedhead. "Morning," she says in a raspy voice.

I walk over to her and set her breakfast plate down on her bedside table.

"I know what you're gonna say, but this isn't me trying to be your girlfriend, I promise. I just wanted some eggs and it would've been rude if I hadn't made you any," I ramble.

"It's okay," she says taking my hand. "I don't mind it. Thank you," she says smiling at me as she pulls me down into bed, kissing me gently.

"I like that shirt," she kisses me again and then pulls away and says, "But I like you better without it".

I raise one of my eyebrows and whisper, "Then do something about it," into her ear. She bites her lip, smiling at my words and flips on top of me. She straddles me and unbuttons my shirt while trailing my neck with kisses.

She pulls her shirt over her head and I sit up taking her face in my hands and kissing her. She ties her hair up into a low ponytail, her bangs framing her bare, glowing face. I look at her and I can't help but melt at how beautiful she is.

"What?" she says, noticing me staring at her. "Nothing," I shake my head and kiss her again. After a moment, she brings her hand to my chest and gently pushes me back down onto the bed.

She traces her fingers across my collarbone and down the center of my chest and stomach. I shiver at her touch. Suddenly, she forcefully flips me onto my stomach and grips my hair, pulling it.

She kisses down my neck and bites my shoulder for a moment before moving down my back. "Arch your back," she orders and I do as I'm told. She runs her tongue up my pussy and teases my clit with her mouth.

She yanks on my hair, pulling me upright so that my arched back is pressed against her chest. She reaches her hand around and grabs the front of my neck as she inserts a finger into me from behind.

I moan as she fucks me harder and harder, bringing her other hand down to my clit, rubbing it in circles. "Tell me how much you like that," she orders. "It feels so fucking good-" I exclaim as she inserts a second finger into me.

"Ugh, God, don't stop," I yell and she whispers into my ear, "Beg me". "Please, don't stop, baby," I manage to say between moans. "That's right, who's fucking pussy is it?" "Yours" "Who's?" she repeats. "Yours," I exclaim as I cum.

I fall forward as she lets go of my hair, my legs shaking, and I gasp trying to catch my breath. I flip over and look up at her.

She sucks her fingers and grins at me with them in her mouth. I shake my head and say, "God, you're so fucking hot," before slamming her onto the bed on her back.