Dr. NoSleep

She opened it, bent down, and reached inside, pulling on a string to turn a light on.

I got an amazing view of her ass and her tight black shorts.

She straightened and hurried over to me, smiling excitedly.

Grab the pillows and stuff, she said, gesturing at the comforter and two pillows Irma had brought down for us earlier.

Under there?

I asked.

really yes really she grabbed my wrist to haul me up nico has passed out he won't hear a thing i glanced at the skinny white 18 year old who lay snoring on the couch his sneaker still on he worked at the restaurant with delia irma and the others although a lightweight and a stereotypical stoner i always found him funny and unselfconscious in the best way possible snatching the bedding i followed delia into the tiny room under the stairs

It's a Harry Potter hole, she said as she moved in.

What's that?

I asked, pointing at another door directly opposite the one we had used to get into the small space.

I don't know, she said, unfolding the blanket to spread it out onto the threadbare carpet.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing a drop of a couple of feet to the crawlspace under the house.

Warm Florida air and the smell of moist earth wafted out.

Close it, Delia said.

There's probably spiders down there.

I chuckled, shutting the door.

With the blanket and pillows, it was a cozy space with just enough room for us to maneuver.

We started kissing again, but Delia stopped me as it was getting hot and heavy.

Turn off the light.

I want to see you, I said.