After Hours

Chapter 10: Wake Up Call

I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and quickly typed into Google "What to do when someone is hyperventilating". Once I hit the search button I clicked on Wikihow and it said. "Put one hand on your stomach below your ribs and the other on your chest. Breathe in through your nose deeply. Let the air push your stomach out, but keep your chest still. Exhale through pursed lips, and use the hand on your stomach to help push the air out slowly. Repeat 3-10 times and take your time breathing in and out," I really didn't think about what I was doing, but I still came around the bed, with my phone in my hand. I saw she was gripping her chest tightly, and I could tell she wouldn't listen to me. So I decided to do this for her.

I pushed her shoulders onto the bed, she didn't fight back. I got up onto the bed and straddled her lightly, so not to crush her tiny body (compared to mine). So then I began to do what Wikihow told me, and I prayed to god it would work. Since my legs were straddling her legs, I put my right hand on her breast, and my left hand on her stomach. I didn't even need to continue because she immediately stopped wheezing when she noticed my hand on her breast. I could feel her heart rate pick up, making mine do the same. She first looked at my hand then slowly to my legs, and finally, my eyes. Well this is awkward.

Juliana P.O.V

I didn't question what he was doing at first, thinking he looked up online how to get me to stop wheezing. I obeyed his movements, and didn't mind (personally) very much when he straddle my legs, but when he put his hand on my boob, there was no more need to help me stop wheezing. He noticed I stopped too, but he still had his hand on my breast, just sitting there.

He made the first move, but it wasn't the one I was expecting. Instead of removing his hand from my boob, his eyes roamed my body for the second time this morning. Once again, something inside me melted at the mere thought of him liking what he was seeing, but what I really wasn't expecting was Alex's not so little friend coming out to play with us. My eye's shot up, and his cheeks were a bright red. Was he turned on by me? No! That's impossible. He couldn't be...could he?

I decided enough was enough, so lightly shoved his leg backwards, but apparently that was the wrong thing to do. That little motion lurched him forward making him land directly on top of me, his hand still on my boob, and his member very hard. Now I felt his breathe tickle my lips, making me lick and bite them. I hadn't looked into his eyes since he slipped, but when I did all I could see was lust. Pure lust. He moved slightly upwards, which made everything all the more worse, because it made the bulge in his pants rub against my, now wet, core. I uncontrollably moaned, rolling my eyes in the back of my head. Now when I opened my eyes his were the ones that were wide, and once again we were back to square one, with his lip less than an inch away from mine. I don't know why, but I felt a strong urge to move my head forward, putting his lips against mine. I mentally shook my head and gave him a real push this time. He finally got the energy to move to the other side of the bed, now laying on his back just like I was. The tension in the room was way too thick. We both knew what the other was thinking. What just happened?

After a million minutes passed (1 minute passed) I spoke up, but not before clearing my throat. "Can I use your shower?" There was no response. The room was so silent, it was scary. Alex was the quietest he has ever been around me. After a couple of minutes of this, I began to think he didn't hear me. When I was about to repeat myself, he replied.

"Yea, sure," He said jumping up and walking to his bathroom, probably assuming I was behind him. He acted like that...whatever that was, didn't happen. I guessed that was the smartest thing to do, because neither of us wanted to talk about it.

Once I pushed myself up from the bed, I walked to where he was now.

His bathroom was huge, almost two times bigger than my room. The bath tub was big, but was covered in dust because I'm assuming he never used it. And his shower looked like a walk in closet. He began to point at random things in the bathroom, like we were at the Queens castle or something.