Because of Carson Moon

by Laine Watson

  Chapter 21: Zo and Carson

  I’m still not satisfied. I hauled myself to the bathroom to take a shower, maybe that would ease my emptiness. As the warm water fell upon me, calming me down. I could feel my body relaxing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the steamy shower. I lay down in my bed at four am.

  I could have gone two more times with Sawyer, but he wasn’t what I wanted. This sucks! I can’t even enjoy Owen and Sawyer now that Carson and Zo have brought their big dicks into my world. My mind painted a mental image of Carson and Zo fucking me. I wouldn’t mind that being my first threesome. I refuse to call Carson. But, ugh, I don't want to call Zo and seem like some desperate bitch.

  That was a fleeting thought. I called him.

  “Hello,” he answered sleepily.

  “I'm sorry.”

  “What?”

  “Zo.”

  “McKinzi. What's up, baby?”

  “I—I—when are you coming back?” I asked.

  “You mean to town?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Soon. Why?”

  “I was just wondering.”

  “It's four a.m. Where are you? Were you thinking about me?”

  “I was thinking about you.”

  “What were you thinking?”

  “That my pussy misses you?”

  He laughed sexily. “Oh, tell her I miss her too.”

  “She wants you to come now, can you?”

  “I can't come there now, but I can cum, now.”

  “Oh,” I said and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was Zo, video chatting me. I answered right away. He was lying in bed with a sexy smirk. “So, you miss me?”

  I nodded innocently.

  “How much?”

  “A lot.”

  “I need to see how much,” he said, smirking mischievously at me.

  I had a thought, and got up, heading from my closet. Reaching into my toy box, I pulled out my favorite toy; a pink, silicon twelve speed dong and vibrator. It always makes me the wettest.

  I sat on the floor, sitting the phone down against the nightstand and spread my legs right in front of the screen.

  “Yummy,” he said.

  “It is yummy. You want to taste it?” I asked, pouting a bit as I gently glided my fingers around my folds. I opened up my flower with my index and longest finger.

  “I want to stick my tongue inside of it and tongue fuck you until you cream in my mouth.”

  “I want you to do that,” I said, getting turned on.

  He widened the screen, and his beautiful appendage appeared as he stroked it.

  I reached behind me, revealing my toy.

  See, Carson would never talk to me like this, he’d never be comfortable enough. That’s why Zo is the one I want. He understands me.

  “You came prepared.”

  “It's only because I have to. You owe me. I need your dick as soon as possible.”

  “Next month, baby. I'll be up there to tear that ass out the frame for you.”

  “I can't wait.” I rubbed the head of my toy around my folds, the wetness showing on screen. He made licking motions in the camera.

  “Lick it. Suck my clit.”

  “Give me that fucking clit, so I can bite it off.”

  “Bite it!” I encouraged as I became even more wet, inserting my toy, which went in with ease given the lubrication inside me.

  “You taste so good.” He licked his lips.

  I pulled the toy out of me and shoved it in my mouth, letting it ease out slowly as I moaned and made yummy sounds.

  I couldn't play anymore, I had to be penetrated. I eased the toy back inside of me, scooting my vagina closer to the screen. I watched him stroking his dick. Hearing him groan made me fuck myself harder with that toy.

  “Zo,” I whined. I know exactly how his dick feels inside of me, so I know how to manipulate the toy and maneuver it to mimic it.

  I closed my eyes, imagining Zo inside of me. This made me drive it in harder and harder until I exploded, pushing the toy out of my vagina covered in frosty, creamy jelly. I breathe heavily. Zo had already cum while I was tooling myself. Once I stared into the screen, he was smiling back at me.

  “Mm, I can't wait to beat that pussy up. You're a dirty girl. I didn't realize you were so fucking naughty. It almost makes me want to come up there right now and drill the shit out of you.”

  “Are you going to fuck me good, Daddy?”

  “I’m going to fuck you good!” he agreed.

  “Do it, now.”

  “I can't—work. But soon I'll be up there. Make sure you have that toy handy.”

  “I have lots of toys.”

  “You like toys?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So do I. I'll show you some of mine sometime.”

  “Can't wait.” I smiled.

  “Well, shit. It's like five a.m., and I got to go to work in the morning. Thanks for letting me watch you fuck the shit out of yourself.”

  “You're welcome.” I laughed, my cheeks warming a little. “Bye.”

  The video chat ended, and I lay down right there on the floor, so satisfied.

  After a while my mind was blank. I stared aimlessly ahead and the urge to call Carson rose in me. I quickly evaded it. A few moments more passed, and I couldn't help but think: I fucked Owen tonight. I fucked Sawyer tonight. Then I fucked myself pretending it was Zo. The only satisfying orgasm I had was with Zo watching. I had absolutely everything I wanted... so why would I think about Carson? I’m just a gluttonous nympho. Aren’t I?

  I sighed, sitting up and gazing into the moonlit room. I rested my arms on my folded legs. That feeling of wanting to hear Carson’s voice rising in me again. I tilted my head to the left and closed my eyes, unable to get it out this time. I picked up the phone and called him. And after two rings, he answered.

  “Kin?” That breathy, beautiful voice hit my ear. After all the sex I had had that night, that voice was really what satisfied me. “What’s wrong? It’s like four-thirty in the morning.”

  I closed my eyes and a sense of release and relaxation came over me.

  “Kin?” His sweet and sexy voice called.

  “S—sorry. I had a bad dream. I just...” That was the lamest excuse ever.

  “What was it about?” he asked without hesitation. I heard shuffling covers, so I assumed he sat up.

  I was filled with so much anger. My teeth gritted as I tried not to cry, my heart painfully loathing my confused feelings. I hated that after just hearing his voice I was more satisfied than I had been all night. I shook my head and huffed, sending a gust of air out my nostrils, resting my head in my hand. I’m not asking him to come here!

  “N—It doesn’t matter,” I said, my voice wavering.

  “Oh, okay.” He accepted. “Did you just want to talk to someone?”

  I just wanted to talk to you.

  “Y—yeah. I’m fine now.” I laughed, nervously, but it was fake. “Thanks for answering.”

  “I’ll always answer when it’s you. Whenever. For a moment I thought maybe, you were calling me because you actually wanted to talk to me or wanted to see me. I thought maybe you realized we’re perfect for each other.”

  Shut up! “Carson, do you know how many people I’ve slept with? It’s well into the double digits. Have you ever tied a girl up before, fucked her in the ass with whatever you wanted?” I said, vindictively.

  “Uhm, no?”

  “Carson, let it go. We’re not supposed to be together. We’re not perfect for each other. If you knew the kind of shit I was into, you wouldn’t even want to stick your dick inside of me.” I loathed myself and him.

  “Whoa, Kin. I—” I didn’t let him finish.

  I ended the call and threw my phone across the room. I couldn’t help it this time—I cried, with my head on my folded arms. I cried until I fell asleep. The worst thing about it was that I wasn’t even sure of the exact reason I was crying.

  Chapter 22: Take That

  It was j
ust about time for the last bell to ring. Ms. Hardy sat at her desk, sifting through some papers quickly. I had spent most of the day avoiding thinking about Carson and Zo. Submerging myself in work was the only rational option.

  “Ms. Todd,” she called as I helped one of the students with a word problem.

  “Yes?” I glanced up from the child’s desk.

  “Will you please pass out the homework packets?”

  “Yes.” I nodded, getting up to get the stack of papers she handed me.

  “Okay, guys.” She said, rising to her feet. “We have a field trip coming up next week. Don’t forget to get your parents to sign the permission slip. Also, this week's homework is word problems if you need help, ask your parents. If you’re still having struggles, on Monday Ms. Todd and I will help you, but we are having a text next Friday.” She said smiling at me.

  The kids didn’t seem interested.

  I glanced around the class, pursing my lips.

  She’s not a hard ass at all and they still don’t give a shit. I smirked. I wonder what they’d do if there was a little incentive. I thought as I walked back up to the desk.

  “Ms. Hardy,” I called.

  “Yeah?” she smiled as I got a bit close to her. “You’re a little close, are you about to kiss me?” she smirked.

  My cheeks warmed. Stop that.

  “What?” I asked nervously shaking my head. “I was... I was just going to ask, can we have a pizza party or is that not something we do at school? I was just thinking about incentive or having something to look forward to.”

  She smiled kindly at me and tapped me on my hands.

  Here comes the, “Thanks for your help but I’m the lead teacher in here,” speech.

  She strutted around the desk until she got to the middle of it and stood facing the class.

  “Guys. You know this test is important. And Ms. Todd said if everyone does well, she might be interested in having a pizza party,” she said, persuasively.

  “What? A pizza party?” a student enthused, as every student’s head lifted in the classroom. They all started to look at each other and smile.

  “No way!” another child said.

  “For real?” The student I was helping with their work smiled at me.

  “Yep. So we have to work hard.”

  “Yeah!”

  Lots of happy murmurs filled the room.

  I glanced over at Kim and her approving smile meant a lot to me.

  The final bell rang.

  Ms. Hardy walked a bit closer to the kids.

  “All right everyone grab your things and get in line.”

  As the children scattered to get their things, chatting about the possible pizza party, Kim walked over to me.

  “I guess I need to let you take the reins a bit more, huh?”

  “If you want,” I said, coolly.

  “I don’t mind at all. I can send you the lesson plan structure and you could see how you feel about doing things your way. Why don’t you try it next week?”

  I pursed my lips trying to hide my smile. I feared it would be dorky and huge if I let it go all the way.

  “That sounds great. I’d love to.”

  “I’ll email you tonight,” she said, tapping me on my shoulder.

  “I’ll have it ready as soon as possible.”

  She nodded.

  “Okay who’s the line leader?” she asked, getting the kids ready to go.

  Many “Me, Me, Mes” filled the room.

  I stared at them as she caringly helped them line up and reminded them to have quiet voices in the hall.

  I smirked.

  Take that, Mrs. Lakeshire.

  Chapter 23: Revealing

  A month passed. During the time, not only did I not talk to Kira, I also did not call or accept any calls from Carson. I had to have sex with Zo one more time before I had sex with Carson again. Carson’s words confused me, more than they ever had before. My feelings were all over the place. I knew when I saw him again, I had to explain to him, and not get caught up in his beautiful, breathy voice or his lovemaking, that he was one of my lovers and that’s all he’d ever be.

  It was finally time to talk to Kira, reveal all the things I had been keeping from her and see exactly what she had to say. I wasn’t scared anymore. I was confused and I needed her to help shed some light.

  The day Zo had said he would be back was a Friday. I was loving my new job, easing into it a bit more comfortably. The kids in my class had done very well on their tests and we had a pizza party. So I was in a good mood. I knew I had to talk to Kira, but I was really hoping our conversation didn’t ruin it. As I straightened up the house, putting things where they belong, I hum to myself. A few items, some notepads and markers that were left out the last time I had graded papers. I put them in my desk drawer. When I opened the drawer, I gazed down at the last birthday card I had gotten from my parents. It was almost October again.

  I should call my mom.

  I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and called my mother as I sat down on the sofa. The phone rang a few times and then went to voicemail.

  “Hey, Mom, hope everything’s great. Thanks for the car. I uh... I got a job at an elementary school. I guess... call me back.” I waited for a moment before I ended the call. I don’t know what I was waiting for. I sniffed the air as I sat the phone on my lap, staring straight ahead.

  I wonder what I was feeling. It didn’t seem like anything exactly, more like absolutely nothing, like hollowness that didn’t have a way to be explained. My phone buzzed.

  Zo: I’ll be there in a few hours. Handling some things.

  It was a text from Zo.

  Okay. Now to call Kira. I sighed and did as I had said.

  “Hello?” she answered.

  “Hey.” I smiled.

  “Oh, hello, strange person who I used to be roommates with.”

  “Kira,” I whined.

  “You disappeared. Where’ve you been?”

  “You know, the new job and stuff...”

  “I didn’t realize that once you moved out and got ‘the new job’ we weren’t going to be friends anymore.”

  “We’re still friends. I’ve just been busy.”

  “Busy, huh?”

  “Yes. I... I’ve got plans later on today, but would you maybe want to come over now and hangout for a while?”

  “Y—yeah. I could do that. Be there in about ten-fifteen minutes.”

  “Okay. See you soon.” As the call ended and placed my phone on the sofa cushion next to me, I let out a nervous sigh. I didn’t move from where I sat.

  I know she’s going to have lots to say but... I’m prepared. I know what I want... I think. I thought, a fleeting memory of Carson filling my body with that cringing feeling of how much I missed him. I pushed it down, closing my eyes and shaking it off.

  I also wanted to tell her that I was complete, I had found everyone I was looking for. If I convinced her the hollow, unsatisfied feeling inside of me was nothing more than idiosyncrasies that didn’t need tending to—i.e., a nympho is never satisfied, then I’d feel more comfortable accepting it, also. After all, in my mind, it was the truth.

  A knock came at the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I knew it was Kira. I was in my room flat ironing my hair, with my trusty copper plated straightener, making sure not a wave was in it. I had put on my makeup just before, so all had to do was leave when Zo got there.

  I set the straightener down on its base, unplugged it and headed to opening the door. I stopped to grab my phone off the kitchen counter and checked the time as I walked over to the door and let her in.

  “Hey,” she said with an unamused smirk as she stood in the doorway.

  “Hi.” I smiled as usual, as if I didn’t note the suspicion in her stare or the smirk. I moved behind the opened door to let her in. She walked right past me into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

  I stared at her from the door and gulped as I closed it. I inhaled slowly tak
ing in as much breath as I could.

  Okay here it goes. After releasing that large breath, I strolled over to the sofa, sat my phone on the coffee table and sat by her. That playfully mocking almost-smile made me more comfortable.

  “So, I did it,” I said, vaguely, letting my fingers trail the hem of the sofa cushion cover.

  “Did what?” She lowered her eyes suspiciously.

  “I found the guy that was better than Carson.”

  “Did you now?” she said, patronizingly.

  “Sure did.” I smiled nervously. Well this is getting off to a cringy start.

  “Okay. When do I meet him?”

  “Yep. No more randoms. Just Carson, Owen, Sawyer and now...” I gulped. “Zo.” I said, suspiciously gating her response.

  “Oh, I’m dying to hear this explanation,” she said condescendingly. “Where’d you find him? I assume since you’re avoiding the question, he’s an asshole and you don’t plan on me meeting him and that’s where you’ve been, hiding him from me because you know I’m not going to like him.”

  “No... not exactly. I was just making double sure he was the right guy,” I said, jumping to my defense as I squeezed the arm of the couch. “I know I’m a dirty girl. I’ve accepted that. I’ve accepted that no decent guy would want someone with as many miles on them as me. So I found someone who could balance things out for me.”

  “There you go again.” She sighed hopelessly, resting her arm on the back of the sofa.

  I narrowed my eyes at her and continued, “With that said, the shit I want guys to do to me doesn’t seem to me like something one man could handle. Four might be able to. I have a good variety. Owen is sexy and kind. Carson is dreamy and makes me feel like a princess—sometimes girls want that. But I’m not a princess. Sawyer is just as dirty as me and worships the ground I walk on and Zo...” I can’t help but smile and ball my fists up pressing them into my thighs with so much girlish gush, “He is dominant. and he takes control. and he talks to me like the dirty slut I am. And his sexuality seems boundless.”

  “Hmm.” She glanced away thoughtfully, then put her eyes back on me. “And there’s no thought in the back of your mind that maybe it’s possible that one guy could be sexy, kind, dreamy, treat you like a princess, worship the ground you walk on, but still treat you like the dirty slut you imagine yourself to be?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows. I couldn’t help return her smile as my cheeks grew hot. “Someone who could take control and explore your sexuality together?”