I woke that morning to warm breath in my face. The smell was unpleasant but tolerable, the exhales were shallow, the inhales seemed impossibly long. Her leg was wrapped over my hip, my arm pinned underneath her head. In one hand I found that I had been cupping her bare breast.
The previous night swam back to me: the mysterious arrival of the adorable girl, her subsequent horny confession and the coitus that ensued. I smiled to myself: not bad for an engineering major.
Her glasses, which she had unusually left on whilst she slept, were lopsided and tangled with her hair. The result of this was that one closed eye seemed much larger than the other. I chuckled quietly, as despite this distortion she still seemed devilishly cute. Her eyebrows were bushy and white, curving away from the mark on the bridge of her nose where her glasses had pressed into the skin.