I had laid there for hours just staring at her.
The most perfect thing on Earth.
Hard to believe I was fucking an angel just 4 hours before.
She was sleeping on her arm with the blankets pulled up to just above her hips, facing away from me. That was alright though, since it seems that all I wanted to do was watch her breathe.
I woke up before her and just started touching her, but not so much to alarm.
My hand went from her smooth, what seemed like strong, arms to her hips to her legs.

There's something about legs that keeps every man going. Some like them because of what they hide. Some like them because it gives them something to hold on to doggy style. I'm part of the male population that likes them because of how they feel. So smooth yet it has texture. I literally spent half an hour just massaging her legs, forgetting about the treasured thing that laid only a few inches above my fingers.

She flipped over and opened her eyes.

"Good morning," she said with a smile.
"Good morning," I said back.

I would have forgotten her name if it wasn't for the fact that a girl with the same name claimed I stalked her for the majority of my middle school years.

"I expected you to be gone by now."

That seemed to always be the case with me. A night of pleasure, gone forever.

"I wanted for you to be awake before I left."

Maybe the fact that I would have disappeared before she woke would have made it more like a fantasy than reality. This made me a dream with a penis.

We just stared at each other for a few seconds.

Her eyes were a dark brown, inviting you to dive in and ask her out.

Her hair was a golden brown. You could tell she didn't always have it this way. It was in a pony tail, which kind of made sense considering what we did last night. Not that I remember.

Her lips were slightly perky. In the cute kindergarten way. There was some dried spit on the side of her mouth from drooling. Or it could have been semen. I didn't want to ask.

She turned around again and asked me to hold her. So I did.

This opened a floodgate of memories from my high school years.

Mostly ones with me holding my ex and cuddling for hours. Holding hands.

But that's over now. Now I'm living the moment with a girl I hardly even know.

It's alright though, this might lead to something.

Although I don't remember the last time I heard that a gag-ball and used condoms on the ceiling led to something.

"Used condoms?"