"Huff…"
I open my eyes to the new day, but I don't raise my head from the fleshy cushion I have spent the night on. Looking at the wall across, I move my lips, and lightly bite on the fleshy peak in my mouth, chewing it to make it breathe out droplets of liquid while I keep a distant look in my eyes as I recall yesterday.
I have really been seeing the devil everywhere. I can't even confidently say anymore I don't have any PTSD. So, all the more reason for me to live like the teenager I am, a teenage girl with a smart mind, a gentle elder sister, and a good girlfriend. I can be introverted and keep to myself, but I can't close myself off the world. I can build walls to stew myself in anxiety.
I reflexively suck on the piece of flesh in my mouth, and the leaking liquid turns into a stuttering stream that I don't even think before gulping down mouthful after mouthful of it. I let my mind go blank in the rare silence. Distractedly, my other hand goes to the mountain across my pillow to knead it, fondle it, and lose myself in its softness.
After a while, Liz's chest moves, the rhythm of her breathing changing, and I feel a stirring below me. She is waking up, but I only distractedly process the information. Just as she has become so used to my mischievous hands and mouth that she doesn't even react to my moments of restlessness, I have also become so used to sleeping with her, most of the time pasted against each other, that I also don't react, even when I feel her hand on my head.
It is her nipples becoming erect in my mouth and in the hollow of my hand that makes my breath unconsciously heat.
"Alright, you have had enough. Let me get up to prepare breakfast for you."
I can feel the helplessness in the smile that accompanies the words as the hand on my head strokes my hair.
I smile, and press my teeth onto the nipple in my mouth, making it stiffen, then harden with vengeance. Liz exhales a snort in surprise, then pushes me away.
"Stop being mischievous and get up. You have school today, don't forget."
I don't resist, and I disengage from the nipple I have been snacking on and smile at Liz. My clear eyes and smile reflect in her violet eyes, and seeing no anxiety clinging within, her smile moves past the chains of apprehension and worry that have been holding it back.
She pushes me to the side and sits up, before looking down helplessly at her disordered state, with her breasts out of her nightie, one side glistening with saliva while still sending up phantom sensations of the teeth that have been training its elasticity, and the other carrying red imprints of fingers that have enjoyed themselves too much.
I smile at my accomplishments and turn to catch another less comfortable pillow and lie on my stomach. Liz looks at me, then shakes her head and puts everything back into her flimsy night clothes before standing up. I close my eyes, the happiness of the warmth that has yet to fade whether on my hand or in my mouth still lingering in my chest and my smile, and listen to the sounds from outside.
After a while, Liz comes back from the bathroom, changes her clothes, and goes out again, this time to go downstairs. Though her wounds were worse than my sole one, she is healing well, and she can now take care not only of herself, but also of many things. The last point is only because I fear her getting bored enough to get a fanciful idea to keep herself busy in the times when she is resting from learning and reading. That is why I don't stop her when she wants to take care of the breakfast.
After a while lingering in bed, I exhale, for once in a long while feeling lazy and unenthusiastic about going to school. However, life doesn't care of one being tired of something, nor of one wanting to enjoy lingering warmth. Well, maybe it does, as it is something we control ,with our decisions, but the world at least doesn't care.
I force myself up with my arms, and turn around to sit. I look around, let out a yawn, then slide down from the bed while pulling down the t-shirt that had risen up to the middle of my stomach.
While letting out another yawn, I take off my clothes and throw them away, then walk out naked to reach the bathroom across the corridor. Fortunately, the air is not that cold anymore, and it is even less so inside the house, making its slight chill instead pleasantly clash with my warmth to bring back the hint of heat that has risen up in me earlier.
My mind clears, and while smiling, I step into the bathroom, then under the shower, after brushing my mouth. The heat that has accumulated during the time I did all of that makes me let out a light moan that sounds only in my ears when the hot water from above touches my skin.
My pores open, my blood runs around inside me more fluidly, and my lower lips spread to take a breath. Raising my hands, one goes to my hair to slick it back and squeeze out the water that has dampened it to let another wave take its place, while the other catches my breasts to knead it and pinch its rosy peak.
"Ah~"
My exhale this time is audible, even if only inside the bathroom. Closing my eyes, I squeeze, knead, pinch, twirl, feeding the heat inside me to the point of making it melt the inactivity of my womb and moisten the tunnel below connected to it.
Though nothing comes out of my nipple, the water makes it slick enough that I don't feel any dryness beneath my finger, and when I plunge the fingers of my other in the moist readiness, a tremor runs through me, and I freezes for a second. I don't even have to build up anything. I follow the feeling within me, and push deep, while at the same time, I press on my engorged clit like I'm pressing on a button to start a computer, and squeeze my clutched nipple with vengeance.
"Hanh~~~"