30-03-2019, 06:58 PM
Troy became aware through the sleep fog that he had his arms around someone. His eyes opened slightly, and in the dim blueness of the sun's rays being muted by the curtains, he saw brownness before him. His gaze moved slightly downward, toward his feet, and the brownness gave way to yellowness. A couple inches more, and the yellowness became sleeping Julieness beside him.
Troy smiled. Waking up with an unconscious woman in his arms was a familiar experience, but something always felt "off" about it; like they'd been doing it wrong and he couldn't explain or convey exactly how that was the case. The sight of the girl he'd woken up holding more times in his life than any other was always a welcome one. Julie just "got" how to curl up with him in a way other women never could.
He leaned his head in a little closer, careful not to bump into hers, closed his eyes again, and inhaled the scent of her freshly shampooed hair, and beneath that, a scent he hadn't smelled in far too long; her scent. He'd never really considered anything to compare it to, because it was just Julie's Scent to him, and any other would have to be compared to it instead of the other way around. His eyes opened, and he could see from this angle now that the towel she'd wrapped herself in before crawling into bed with him had slipped and exposed her breasts.
He looked at them. He'd seen them many times before, the first real breasts he'd ever seen, and the ones he'd seen right before laying down for his nap, however long ago that was; but he'd never seriously looked at them like this before. Never really admired the curves of them, how her aureole, pink and a bit taller than they were wide, took on an almost teardrop shape from this angle; the dime-sized nipples slightly poking out from them. They were amazing to him. He was tempted to reach out and touch them before remembering whose they were.
Troy became aware of the fabric of his underwear becoming more constricting as his still sleep-muddled train of thought told him that she probably wasn't wearing any panties under the towel either. The sensation between his legs was goading him to lift up the bottom of the towel and take a look, but he mentally reminded it that this was Julie and it wasn't happening. The sensation tried to plead the case that even her parents wanted something to happen between them, and he reiterated that even so, it certainly wouldn't be while Julie was unconscious.
As he pulled the top of the towel back up to cover them, his hand brushed against the soft flesh of the side of her breast, and he saw her nipple stiffen as she inhaled a bit more sharply than she had been. As he returned his hand to her back and closed his eyes again, he thought he heard a tiny "love you, Troy" on her exhale and detected another faint feminine scent before fading back into sleep, the feeling in his underwear seeming to tell them that this discussion wasn't over.
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Troy smiled. Waking up with an unconscious woman in his arms was a familiar experience, but something always felt "off" about it; like they'd been doing it wrong and he couldn't explain or convey exactly how that was the case. The sight of the girl he'd woken up holding more times in his life than any other was always a welcome one. Julie just "got" how to curl up with him in a way other women never could.
He leaned his head in a little closer, careful not to bump into hers, closed his eyes again, and inhaled the scent of her freshly shampooed hair, and beneath that, a scent he hadn't smelled in far too long; her scent. He'd never really considered anything to compare it to, because it was just Julie's Scent to him, and any other would have to be compared to it instead of the other way around. His eyes opened, and he could see from this angle now that the towel she'd wrapped herself in before crawling into bed with him had slipped and exposed her breasts.
He looked at them. He'd seen them many times before, the first real breasts he'd ever seen, and the ones he'd seen right before laying down for his nap, however long ago that was; but he'd never seriously looked at them like this before. Never really admired the curves of them, how her aureole, pink and a bit taller than they were wide, took on an almost teardrop shape from this angle; the dime-sized nipples slightly poking out from them. They were amazing to him. He was tempted to reach out and touch them before remembering whose they were.
Troy became aware of the fabric of his underwear becoming more constricting as his still sleep-muddled train of thought told him that she probably wasn't wearing any panties under the towel either. The sensation between his legs was goading him to lift up the bottom of the towel and take a look, but he mentally reminded it that this was Julie and it wasn't happening. The sensation tried to plead the case that even her parents wanted something to happen between them, and he reiterated that even so, it certainly wouldn't be while Julie was unconscious.
As he pulled the top of the towel back up to cover them, his hand brushed against the soft flesh of the side of her breast, and he saw her nipple stiffen as she inhaled a bit more sharply than she had been. As he returned his hand to her back and closed his eyes again, he thought he heard a tiny "love you, Troy" on her exhale and detected another faint feminine scent before fading back into sleep, the feeling in his underwear seeming to tell them that this discussion wasn't over.
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