A distinct pop sound made from opening a bottle echoes in the small room.

Shhh Julie's eyes open up wide as she looks at he door.

“If my parents hear us drinking we're fucked”

I giggle at her remark and take a sip.

“Lighten up Julie” I say as I pass her the bottle.

I turned on the TV to make some background noise.

'...Leader of the terrorist organization RødFront has been killed, and the police...'

“The world is a fucked up place” I say as I stare at the woman in the TV.

“Fuck that, tell me about the boy you mentioned”

I'm a bit shy about these things, but as time passes and the first bottle of wine empties it gets easier for me.

“Fuck you should totally do that!” she grins and opens the second bottle.

The talk gets dirtier and dirtier.

And when the second bottle is empty I can see that Julie begins to look tired.

I turn off the TV.

We both slide under the cover next to eachother and keep talking for a while.

Not long passes and I can hear her breathing slowly turn heavier and heavier.

“Julie?”

“Are you sleeping?”

Complete Silence

I close my eyes.

I can feel the room spinning around me.

I can't sleep.

Lying on my back I just stare out the window, watching the moon.

Suddently julie places her arm on my chest and after a short while her hand slides down and rests on my breast.

She doesn't say anything and her breathing stays the same.

She's still sleeping I think to myself and decide to not disturb her.

I look at her face.

She always gets the most attention, no wonder, she is beautiful.

I start to fantasize about what she is like in bed.

I mean not with me, just in general.

What faces does she make, does she close her eyes, things like that.

The thought begins to arouse me a little, and I can feel my nipple harden a little underneath my t-shirt.

Then I look at her lips.

I wonder what it would be like to kiss her.

Without thinking about it, my hand has moved down to my own inner thigh.

I gently begin caressing the fabric of my hotpants.

I fantasize it is her hand.

GOD I wanted to succumb to the temptation of her, but something held me back.

My fingers kept moving slightly up and down the fabric.

Besides, I didn't want her to move her hand.

I slowly tried to slide my fingers under the edge of my hotpants, but it wasn't easy.

Instead I kept playing with the fabric on the outside.

My own breathing got heavier and I closed my eyes for a second.

Suddently She moved

I froze.

Julie pulled her hand to herself and turned around facing the wall.

For almost a minute I didn't move a muscle.

I listened to her breathing.

She's still sleeping I think to myself.

I was still turned on.

I couldn't stop thinking about cumming.

Fuck I wanted to cum so bad.

Maybe I could sneak to the bathroom and finish.

I slowly crawled out of the bed and tip-toed out the door.

Time was 01.58 AM the clock in the hall said

I had to walk downstairs, as I was afraid anyone would hear me if I used the bathroom upstairs.

I slowly moved into the livingroom.

“You're up late”

My heart skipped a beat as I let out a very small yelp from the voice.

I couldn't see anything in the dark, and in all panic I covered my breasts as I was sure you could see through the thin fabric of my top despite the darkness.

The old bornholmer watch broke the silence with two loud, distinct dong dong...