Iris
I actually did as Oliver suggested. I didn’t feel like I had slept last night. I had had a dream that felt so real. Rupert, Clara and Oliver were in it. I swore when I woke up this morning Oliver’s scent hung in my room. I was still weird about kissing him yesterday. He clearly was too as he couldn’t let go of me quick enough when I bashed into him today. Clearly not wanting me to get the wrong idea. Once in my room I lay on my bed. Oliver’s kiss kept replying gin my head. The ache between my legs started to form and I tentatively started to run my finger over my folds. Remembering the taste of Oliver’s lips I gasped in pleasure as my juices coated my fingers as they traced delicate circles. I moaned in delight at the sensations when Oliver burst into my room. “Iris wake…” He stop
