The first rays of sunlight filtered timidly through my bedroom curtains, slowly waking me from a restless but restorative sleep. Beside me, I felt the familiar warmth of Louie's body. Suddenly, a sharp voice filled with surprise broke the morning tranquility.
"But what happened here? Did I fall asleep for a second and we have an intruder in the bed?" Brianna exclaimed, sitting up abruptly and pointing at Louie with wide eyes, as if she had discovered a strange creature. Her disheveled hair and astonished expression were quite comical.
Louie and I woke up startled by her sudden intervention. We looked at each other, a mixture of surprise and a hint of embarrassment painting our faces at being discovered curled up together under the sheets.
"Bri!" I exclaimed, trying to sound casual even though my heart was beating a little faster than normal. "He's not an intruder. It's Louie."
Brianna narrowed her eyes, feigning confusion. "Louie? The same Louie who was missing last night and had Josephine and me on the verge of a nervous breakdown?" Her tone was playful but with a slight accusatory edge.
Louie let out a small laugh, sitting up as well and running a hand through his tousled hair. "In my defense, I needed a dramatic entrance. And apparently, a warm place to recharge." His gaze turned to me, with a knowing smile.
"Well, the intruder seems quite comfortable," Brianna commented, with a mischievous grin that lightened the morning tension. "While you two were solving your nocturnal mysteries, I had to settle for the monotony of a solitary dream." Her playful gaze lingered on our hands, still intertwined under the sheets. "But I'm glad to see that the investigation had... comfortable results?"
I let out an amused laugh at Brianna's quip. In a comical voice, she exclaimed, "I call dibs on the first bathroom!"
Then, she added, looking at me with a sly smile before disappearing behind the bathroom door, "And Josephine, try to figure out how we're going to get out of here without your parents making a fuss, because if they already don't like us being with you, imagine if they find out you slept with your boyfriend."
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, with a mixture of relief at having them both close and the growing worry about the inevitable confrontation with my parents. In the midst of my musings, I noticed Louie's gaze on me. His dark eyes traveled over my body with an intensity that made a subtle warmth rise in my cheeks.
"You look beautiful even just waking up," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep, charged with a morning tenderness.
Then, his gaze descended, stopping at my legs. The nightgown had ridden up a little higher than my waist during the night, revealing a delicate lace edge of my underwear and the expanse of my long legs. I hadn't realized how much the fabric had bunched up until Louie mentioned it, his voice now even hoarser, with a tone that mixed surprise and a barely contained longing. "...and the little clothing you had on rode up."
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized how revealing my nightgown was at that moment. Instinctively, I tried to pull the sheet up to cover myself, but before I could even reach for it, Louie moved with surprising speed. In an instant, he was above me, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of my body, gently immobilizing me against the mattress.
His face was close to mine, his dark eyes full of an intensity that stole my breath. Surprise left me speechless, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. I could feel his warm breath on my face, the slight brush of his body against mine through the thin fabric of my nightgown. The small distance between us intensified the awareness of our bodies, awakening a wave of sensations that struggled to take control.
"I'm not sure how safe it is for you to be almost naked in front of me," Louie said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on mine with a palpable intensity. Slowly, his hand descended, gently grazing the skin of my thigh through the nightgown.
"Louie," I said in a broken whisper, my breathing beginning to quicken at his touch and the closeness of his body above mine. The warning in my voice was faint, barely audible over the whirlwind of sensations that was beginning to awaken within me.
"And Brianna?" I added, remembering her presence on the other side of the door. "Brianna is in the bathroom, right there." I nodded towards the closed door, a tangible boundary in our small intimate universe. The thought that she could come out at any moment forced us to be cautious.
Louie sighed, his gaze still fixed on my lips, although his movement stopped at the mention of Brianna. I could feel the contained frustration in the tension of his muscles above me. "I know, Jo," Louie said with a barely audible sigh, his gaze fixed on my eyes with an intensity that contradicted his resigned tone. Slowly, his hand descended again, gently caressing the skin of my bare legs, just where the nightgown ended above my waist. The light touch sent a wave of heat through my body, reminding me of the closeness we shared.
"It's so hard," he repeated, his voice now hoarser, almost a whisper charged with longing. His thumb stopped, lingering on the sensitive skin of my thigh. "God, Jo... how can your skin be so soft?" His question was almost an exhalation, a sigh filled with palpable fascination. "If the skin on your thighs is this soft, how soft will..." He left the question hanging in the air, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made my heart begin to beat faster.
The tension in the room thickened, charged with a silent electricity and the unspoken promise of contained desire. The mention of Brianna on the other side of the door seemed to fade before the force of his gaze and the unanswered question that hung between us.
My breath hitched at his touch and his words. The warmth of his hand on my bare skin contrasted with the slight coolness of the morning air. I closed my eyes for an instant, struggling to maintain composure amidst the whirlwind of sensations that was beginning to awaken within me.
"Louie..." I murmured, my voice barely audible, a soft reproach laden with longing. I knew we should stop, for our promise and for Brianna's presence on the other side of the door, but a part of me didn't want that moment to end. His closeness, his palpable admiration, awakened in me a mixture of shyness and an incipient desire.
He sighed again, his thumb moving gently over my skin. "I know, princess. Forgive me." His voice was a thread of dark velvet, charged with a sincerity that moved me. "It's just that... you're so beautiful. And after everything that happened last night... I just want to feel you close."
His words were a balm to my wounded heart, a reaffirmation of his love and his desire. I opened my eyes and found his gaze fixed on mine, filled with a tenderness that dispelled any trace of discomfort.
"I want to feel you close too, Louie," I confessed in a whisper, my hand rising to gently caress his cheek. "But we have to be patient. For us."
Louie's breathing had become shallow, his chest rising and falling slightly as his hand continued its gentle exploration of my thigh. My own breathing was shallow, agitated by the novelty of his touch in such an intimate area. Each brush of his fingers sent a wave of heat through my body, awakening unknown and exciting sensations.
Unable to help myself, a soft sigh escaped my lips, almost an inaudible moan at the intensity of the moment. The sound, however faint, seemed to have an immediate effect on Louie. His gaze darkened further, and the tension in his body above mine intensified.
"Do you like it, princess?" he murmured, his voice even hoarser, his warm breath brushing against my ear. His hand paused for an instant, as if waiting for my response.
I bit my lower lip, unable to articulate a coherent reply. The whirlwind of sensations had left me speechless. I could only nod slightly, my eyes fixed on his, seeking guidance amidst this new experience.
Louie seemed to interpret my silence and my nod as an invitation. His hand moved a centimeter higher, grazing the edge of my underwear. A shiver ran through my entire body at that fleeting contact.
Just at that moment, the sudden, strident sound of the room's telephone shattered the palpable tension between us. The sharp ring echoed in the silence, startling us both and abruptly separating us from our small intimate universe.
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my breathing and the racing of my pulse as I reached out with a trembling hand to answer the phone. My voice came out rougher than usual when I answered.
"Good morning, Elena."
"Good morning, Miss Josephine. Forgive me for waking you," replied Elena's sweet and worried voice on the other end of the line.
She thinks she woke me up, I thought with almost palpable relief, while my eyes remained fixed on Louie's dark and expectant ones, who was still above me.
"I just wanted to tell you that your whole family left for a week, on business," Elena continued, emphasizing the total absence of my relatives. "And they took the girls because Mrs. Esperanza didn't want to leave them here alone. I was letting you know so you wouldn't worry and could be at ease with Miss Brianna."
She paused briefly, as if waiting for my reaction.
"Ah... I understand, Elena. Thank you for letting me know," I replied, trying to make my voice sound as normal as possible, although my mind was already racing with the implications of this news.
"You're welcome, dear. I also wanted to inform you that your parents took the opportunity to give the mansion staff the week off for their vacation. Only the security guard at the entrance will be here, and the cleaning ladies will come very early and leave before you wake up. Regarding food, your parents mentioned that you knew how to cook and wouldn't starve."
Elena let out a small laugh at the end, trying to lighten the tone.
"Yes, Elena, don't worry about that. Thank you very much for everything," I said, with a smile she couldn't see. I hung up the phone slowly, my gaze still locked on Louie. The weight of the information I had just received was enormous. We were alone. Completely alone in the immense mansion.
A silence charged with possibilities settled in the room after I hung up the phone. My eyes remained fixed on Louie's, trying to decipher the mixture of emotions that danced in his gaze. Surprise, disbelief, and a mischievous spark seemed to compete for dominance.
"They left?" Louie finally asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if he couldn't quite believe the news.
I nodded slowly, the magnitude of the situation beginning to sink in. "My whole family. And the staff has the week off. Under other circumstances, I would feel sad because they literally abandoned me here to my own devices..."
Louie's eyes gleamed with a renewed intensity, and a slow, mischievous smile began to spread across his lips. "That means... we can spend a week together... sharing the mansion... without fear of being discovered... like a normal couple."
His statement, full of an unspoken promise, made my heart beat faster. We stared at each other for an instant, anticipation growing between us before Louie leaned down and our lips met in a soft but yearning kiss.
As we kissed, one of Louie's hands slowly descended my side, retracing the path where it had left off just before the call, gently gliding over my thigh.
Meanwhile, the bathroom door opened in a silence that even Brianna found strange. She came out, expecting to find Jo thinking about the escape plan and Louie perhaps already up. But the scene that greeted her left her rooted to the spot, toothbrush still in hand.
There they were, in Jo's bed. Louie above her, their lips locked in a soft kiss that conveyed a palpable intensity. And his hand... his hand sliding with deliberate slowness over Jo's thigh, just where the fabric of that tiny nightgown left skin bare.
An unexpected shiver ran down her belly, descending to end in a brief, sharp sensation in her intimacy. She let out a barely audible sigh, almost imperceptible. What the hell? she thought, a mixture of surprise and a strange agitation stirring within her as she continued to observe the scene in silence. They remained oblivious to her presence, absorbed in their own world.
The bathroom door opened in a silence that even Brianna found strange. She came out, expecting to find Jo thinking about the escape plan and Louie perhaps already up. But the scene that greeted her left her rooted to the spot, toothbrush still in hand.
There they were, in Jo's bed. Louie above her, their lips locked in a soft kiss that conveyed a palpable intensity. And his hand... his hand sliding with deliberate slowness over Jo's thigh, just where the fabric of that tiny nightgown left skin bare. A strange pang, an unknown sensation that nested in her lower abdomen, ran through her from top to bottom. What the hell... am I feeling? she thought, observing the scene with an uncomfortable curiosity. Never before had their closeness provoked this... unease.
Just at that moment, a soft moan escaped Jo's lips. It was a small sound, almost a whisper, but it resonated in the silence of the room and disoriented her even more. The pang in her lower abdomen intensified, turning into a strange pressure. Her breathing quickened slightly, and a warm current ran down her legs. God... what's happening to me? Her mind struggled to understand this intense reaction to something that, in theory, shouldn't affect her this way.
Her pulse throbbed hard in her temples, an accelerated rhythm that resonated with the confusion swirling within her. Why did she feel this need? A strange, visceral need, observing Jo and Louie's intimacy. She felt her pupils dilate involuntarily, absorbing every detail of the scene in the bed. What's going on with me? Why do I feel like this? Why are they... why are they doing that?
And then, like a lightning bolt in the midst of the storm of her thoughts, the truth hit her with unexpected force. Envy. A sharp and painful pang of envy stabbed her chest. Envy... of Louie. Envy of his closeness with Jo, of the way he touched her, of the intimacy they shared and that she had never experienced with anyone. It was a new sensation, uncomfortable and deeply disturbing. Never before had she felt this kind of... longing watching them together. She had always been the friend who supported them, the spectator of their budding romance. But now... now something had changed inside her. And that something scared her.
The realization left her frozen in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush still hanging awkwardly in her hand. Envy of Louie... it was absurd, illogical. Louie was her friend, her best friend's boyfriend. She had never seen him that way. Why now? Why this pang in her belly, this warmth running through her body, this strange need as she watched them? It wasn't him she wanted... it was her. She wanted to be the one looking at her like that, the one caressing her soft skin that way, the one sharing that intimacy. The thought shook her to her core.
Seeing the outline of Josephine's body, barely covered by that scrap of silk, being caressed so delicately by Louie, provoked an even more intense pang in her lower abdomen. A growing wetness, warm and strange, began to accumulate in her intimate area, alarming her deeply. My God, what's happening to me?
Unable to bear the scene unfolding before her eyes for another second, she forced herself to step back, re-entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her with a soft but definitive click. She leaned her back against the cold wood, breathing heavily as she tried to understand the storm of sensations that had assaulted her.
The knot of tension in her lower abdomen had become unbearable, a throbbing pressure that radiated heat throughout her body. The image of Josephine, with her soft skin barely covered, being caressed so tenderly by Louie, had settled in her mind like a slow fire, fueling a need she could no longer ignore.
Without thinking, out of pure desperation, her hand moved with more determination, pressing more firmly against the fabric of her pants. A choked moan escaped her lips as she felt the first pang of pleasure. The sensation was strange, almost alien, but at the same time intensely liberating.
Her mind, however, was flooded with the image of Josephine. It was her delicate outline under the silk, the way her skin reacted to Louie's touch, that was pushing her to the limit. Each imaginary caress, each silent sigh she attributed to her, intensified the sensation within her, pushing her beyond the point of no return. Her fingers moved with increasing urgency, seeking desperate relief in the forbidden fantasy her mind had conjured.
We leaned into each other, our breaths catching, desire growing between us like an invisible force. Our lips met in a kiss that began softly, exploratorily, but quickly intensified, charged with the contained tension of the previous night and the promise of a week of freedom. Louie's hand, resting on my thigh, began to move with deliberate slowness, caressing my skin with a gentleness that ignited a sensation of electricity running through my body.
A soft sigh, almost an inaudible moan, escaped my lips at his touch. Heat concentrated in my lower abdomen, a growing wetness that made me feel strangely vulnerable and excited at the same time. The brush of his hand ascended a little higher up my thigh, stopping dangerously close to the edge of my nightgown, and a new sensation joined the whirlwind of my senses: the slight pressure of his member, firm against my own intimacy through the thin fabric of his pants. The closeness of our bodies, the subtle friction, sent waves of heat and a pang of longing that made me cling to his shoulders.
The kiss deepened until it consumed everything around me. Louie's hand continued its slow and deliberate ascent up my thigh, each caress sending electric shocks that concentrated in the center of my being, where a warm and growing wetness announced an intense awakening. The slight pressure of his body against mine intensified, and the firmness of his member, now undeniable against my own intimacy through the silk of the nightgown and the fabric of his pants, unleashed a wave of heat that made me gasp.
I clung to his shoulders tightly, my body responding involuntarily to each of his movements. The electricity had become a torrent, running through me from head to toe, and the wetness inside me was now a throbbing need. My lips parted in search of air, and a barely audible moan escaped my throat.
Like me, Louie seemed lost in the vortex of excitement. I felt his agitated breath against my face, the tremor in his hands as they caressed my skin. I could perceive how his body tensed against mine, the pressure in my crotch becoming more evident. An incipient dampness slightly darkened the fabric of his pants right in that area, a silent mirror of my own awakening. The outside world had vanished, only the two of us existed, immersed in a whirlwind of forbidden sensations, on the verge of breaking all our promises.
Louie's trembling fingers began to play with the delicate lace edge of my underwear, the unspoken promise of crossing all boundaries hanging in the air. "I want to feel you," he murmured in a hoarse voice, his dark eyes fixed on mine, charged with a barely contained desire. "Your skin must be so soft... I feel the heat you emanate, a heat that calls to me..."
His light touch, almost a caress, in that sensitive area sent a new wave of electricity through my body, intensifying the wetness and the frantic beating within me. A choked moan escaped my lips at the anticipation of what was about to happen. Louie leaned in even closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear as his fingers ventured a little further, grazing the skin that burned beneath the silk of the nightgown. I was about to lose myself completely in the vortex of sensations, when...