by Ashley Beale
"Focus, Hope. Look in the mirror."
I open my eyes while straightening my back out. I'm faced towards the full length mirror in front of us. "Touch yourself," he tells me.
I don't move.
"Hope, I want to see your fingers touching that tight little pussy of yours."
I've done some pretty wild things, but nothing to this extent. I bring my shaking hand to my core slowly, trying not to be too nervous about the situation. Two of my fingers touch at my mound and slowly work their way down until I'm met with the wetness starting to come from my body. Adding a little pressure, I rub up and down, watching myself in the mirror.
To make sure Wes is enjoying the show, I peek up at his reflection. His eyes are hooded, watching every little move my fingers do around my pussy. His lips are parted and I can feel each warm breath on the sensitive part behind my ear.
I focus back on the task at hand, gliding my fingers inside my core and moaning out in pleasure. There is something about watching myself masturbate that is turning me on even more. Or maybe it’s that I'm touching myself for Wes in such a heated and intimate setting.
Continuing to fuck myself with my fingers, Wes slides one of his hands down and starts to rub circles on my clit. The pressure of his touch adds to the ecstasy I'm feeling and before I know it’s happening, my body starts to explode. I feel myself pulse around my fingers as I ride out my orgasm on my fingers.
My body slumps against Wes and his hand pulls on mine, bringing it up to his mouth. I watch him suck on two my fingers and the vision has me ready for a second round. "God you taste delicious." I can't help but quiver at his words.
Standing up after he tells me to, I turn to face him again. He slides his clothing off. "This time... you won't see a thing."
"Wh- what?" I ask, confused.
He walks towards the drawer where he keeps the condoms, but it’s not a foiled wrapper he pulls out. No, instead he pulls out a blind fold. "Get on your hands and knees."
Wes
Waking up to Hope naked in my bed isn't half bad in reality. It’s the second time so far, and I haven't gotten pissed yet. Well, not about her sleeping my bed... but I do get pissed that I'm actually enjoying it. Who wouldn't want to wake up to someone so beautiful and perfect, completely naked and ready for anything?
The way the bedspread is placed upon her body is erotic. One perky breast hangs out from over the top of the comforter. She has one leg under the blanket, one leg placed on top. Her soft face lays on my pillow with her hair spread out over the white linen.
My finger runs along her lips slowly, then down her neck until its running along the swell of her breast. I bring her nipple between two fingers and pull, watching her body react even in her deep sleep. She actually sounds like she purrs when I do it a second time.
My dick twitches, wanting to be inside of Hope right now. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I slowly work my hand up and down my shaft while my other hand explores parts of Hope's body. Moving the blanket out of the way, I glide my finger along her core.
She stirs in her sleep but doesn't actually wake. Climbing off the bed, I grab a wrapper from my drawer and place the condom over my dick. I need to have Hope. I have to have her. My dick wants her pussy like a crack head craves his next hit. Moving the blanket completely away from Hope, I place myself between her legs, spreading her apart with my legs.
Running the head of my dick along her entrance, I wait to see if she'll wake, but she doesn't. Placing my hand over her mouth, knowing it'll give her the thrill that she oddly seeks, I plunge into her. Her eyes widen and I can feel her moan vibrate against my hand. I don't stop or slow down, instead I pull back and slam back into her hard. I feel her pussy milk my dick as I continue fucking her tight little pussy.
I can barely hold off, so when I feel her pulsating against my cock, I let loose and we both end up coming together. The feeling is a sensation I can't actually explain. Giving Hope a quick kiss to the forehead, I remove my hand and grin down at her. "Morning." With a wink, I back away from her, sliding my dick from her pussy, and leaving her to lay there freshly fucked.
"Good... morning," she says groggily with a bit of amusement.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
Getting out of the shower, I walk into the kitchen to find Hope cooking some bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast. "She cooks?"
She looks up to me with an innocent little grin. "She tries. Don't hate me if it comes out tasting like shit."
Walking over, I grab a sausage and bite into it. It’s a little undercooked but still tastes amazing, so I won't complain. "Nice, thanks." Sitting on one of the stools, I happen to notice Paul passed out on the couch. He had said he was staying with Edison, but I gave him a key just in case. I didn't expect him to be here this morning. I guess that means I won't be getting a round with Hope on the kitchen counter this morning.
"He wake up at all?" I ask Hope.
She looks over at the couch and shrugs. "No. He your brother or something? It scared the shit out of me when I saw him there. I didn't remember him being there last night."
"He wasn't." I don't bother going into detail. "You should probably head on home soon. I got to get to work."
"Oh, yeah, of course. Sorry." She places the plate down on the counter and walks towards the bedroom.
Did I just piss her off? And why is that she didn't fight with me to stay, even just for breakfast? That girl, she confuses me. It’s as if she enjoys me being mean to her. If this were that Virginia chick, she'd be throwing food in my direction, telling me I'm a piece of shit, and probably waking up the neighborhood before slamming the door closed. Women. I'll never understand them.
I continue eating until Hope comes out of the bedroom with her purse. She slides her shoes on and without looking at me, she gives Sharmane a pet on the head and opens the door. "I already let her out," she mutters before closing the door behind her.
The bacon I was about to shovel into my mouth gets thrown back on the plate as I stand and walk after her. Opening the door, I yell out, "Get your ass back in here." She keeps walking, not even looking back in my direction. I'm only in my god damn boxers but I sure as shit don't want her leaving like this. Something about the woman makes me want more. "Hope, get your ass back here."
I jog down the steps and towards her. The friggen pavement under my feet scorches, and I do my best to ignore the stares from everyone pausing on the sidewalk. I reach Hope before she gets to the end of the block and pull on her shoulder. "I said to fucking stop."
She turns around looking incredibly sad, that is, until she notices me in my lack of clothing. "Wes, you do realize you're not dressed right?" Her eyes dart down to only thing I have on right now.
"Stop undressing me with your eyes and get back in my house. Now." I bark out my order and walk back towards the house. I can feel Hope close to me, which is good.
When we get back inside I point towards the bathroom. Go take a damn shower, then eat some food. You can head home after.
"I don't have clean underwear or clothes. I don't wanna shower."
Giving her a sharp look, I interrupt her before she can say anymore. "I just went outside in my fucking boxers for you, and you're about to get fucked... hard. I suggest you go shower. Now." Without another word, I finish eating the slice of bacon I originally had in my hand. She drops her purse and slides off her shoes, giving a little attitude but I know she likes it, then she heads into the bathroom.
Paul doesn't hide his laughter once the damn bathroom door shuts. "Dude," he says groggily.
I turn to look at him. "There’s food." I hold up my plate to show him just how much. "Come eat."
"Didn't know you had a girlfriend." He sits up and runs his hands over his face. "Fuck, I feel like shit."
"What happened last night?" I choose to ignore his stupid ass remark. I don't got a girlfriend and you'll never see me with one, not even Hope.
"Your dad happened." He gets up, still in his clothes from yester
day. I don't think he has much to wear. He had brought a backpack with him, but it wasn't a large one and I know it wasn't filled. I'll have to give him some money to go get clothes today, until then, I'll have him wear some of mine. Wait...
"My dad? What the fuck?" I didn't even tell my dad about him.
He sits on the stool next to me, piling food onto his plate. "Yeah, well, he showed up at Edison’s last night. Flipped the fuck out, told me to get out of town. Wanted me to head out to Texas and that'd he wire me money when I got there. I ain't fucking going to Texas, man. I don't know anyone there. What the fuck am I supposed to do when I get there?"
"Did he say?"
"Nah. He just said to use a fake name. He gave me all the paperwork, including a new social security number, and I told him I was leaving but ended up here. I just couldn't do it. I got to the bus station and turned my ass right back around."
"Fuck," I mutter. I'm done eating. I'm done with all this shit. My dad isn't going to let him stay here, he'll make sure of it. But Texas? Why Texas? I'm going to have to go talk to him this morning. This isn't going to go well. "Get clothes out of my closet, shower and get dressed. I'm going to head into work and talk to my dad."
Getting off the stool, I head towards my room but I hear the damn shower and am reminded that Hope is here. I really don't have time for this, but her pussy does help with my fucking frustration. She better be ready.
By the time I have my clothes laid out on the bed, Hope comes sauntering in with her clothes on from yesterday. Her hair is hanging down, brushed out but soaking wet. She smells like my shampoo and something about that has my dick hardening. It’s like a claim to her. She smells like me. Me. She is mine, as long as I want her.
"Get naked," I tell her. "I'm in a hurry but I need that pussy right now."
She does as I request, and instead of throwing her down on the bed, I push her against the wall. I want my dick inside her as much as possible. I pull her up until she is wrapping her legs around me and we're perfectly aligned, then I slam my dick into her. Her breasts arch against my chest. I love when that happens. She doesn't have to fake anything with me, I know I make her feel damn good, and fuck if she doesn't make me feel just as amazing.
I don't slow down. I fuck her until she is screaming my name and my entire body is filled with a sensual bliss.
When I'm finished with Hope, I reach into my draws and throw her a tee-shirt of mine and a pair of boxers. "Roll those up, they'll look like shorts. Here’s a shirt. That way you're not wearing your dirty shit from yesterday." She gets dressed the same time as me, and when she is finished, I'm turned on more than I was before fucking. Maybe having her wear my shit isn't a good idea.
"Leave," I order, turning away from her. I don't want her to see how turned on I am by her in my clothes. I just keep claiming the woman without meaning to. And I like it. Dammit, I fucking like it way too much.
"Oh," she says. She doesn't leave though. I can feel her presence.
"Dammit Hope." I turn to face her. She stands still by the door, looking at me innocently enough. I want to tell her to get the hell out of my life, because that is what I'd do at this point. I don't want to feel attached to anyone, but the thought of losing Hope has my heart constricting. I can't do it. I can't ruin this... not yet. "I'm sorry," I actually say, surprising myself... and probably Hope, too.
She tilts her head and I believe I see a hint of a smile on her lips. "Sorry... for?"
I walk to her, pulling her to me as I wrap my arms around her shoulders. She rests her head on my chest and I'm sure she can feel my heart rate accelerating. "I'm an ass."
"I know," she says.
"Well... I'm saying I'm sorry for being an ass."
She doesn't say anything for a second, but when she does, she surprises this shit out of me. "I deserve it."
I'm not sure what to say, and before I have a chance to say anything, she pulls out of my embrace and walks out my door. I look after her as she walks down the hall. She doesn't stop, she doesn't say anymore, and I don't go after her this time.
She deserves it? What in the hell did she do to deserve to be treated like shit?
Again, women... I don't understand them.
Hope
Walking home felt nice. The weather is perfect, even though I was sweating by the time I got back. Karah has work today, so I decide to climb onto the bed and take a small nap. I didn't sleep well last night. I knew guys had more of a sex drive than girls, but I didn't know anyone could have sex as much as Wes has. I enjoy it... a lot. Probably more than I should. I just don't get much sleep when I'm in his bed.
I need to stop thinking about him. And he needs to not be nice to me. He shouldn't have come after me today. I need him to treat me like that. I can't expect him to have feelings for me, and I certainly cannot have feelings for him. He doesn't understand, and I don't want him to. Either way, the facts remain the same... I deserve to be used.
A knock sounds at my door, interrupting my thoughts. I sit up and look to the door to see Jase standing there. "Hey?"
He nods his head down the hall. "You got a visitor." He turns and walks away, leaving me completely dumbfound. Who in the hell would be here for me? No one knows I live here!
Jumping down from the top bunk, I switch the boxer shorts out for a pair of my own shorts and a tie a knot into the bottom of Wes' shirt, making myself a little more presentable. Oddly enough, I just don't want to take it off. Making my way down the steps, I almost trip down the last remaining ones when DJ turns around to face me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, not finishing my way down the steps.
"I just wanted to talk with you. Maybe go grab a bite to eat."
"How did you know I lived here? And shouldn't you be at work or something?" I still don't move, not sure what to think of the situation yet.
He takes a few steps in my direction, but doesn't quite reach the staircase, looking up to me in a pleading way. "I haven't seen you in over six years, and I know I should have come to visit you while you were locked up, and I'm sorry I didn't. I just want a chance to sit and talk with you."
"I don't think that’s a good idea." I start to take a step backwards, heading back up the stairs, but something in his somber expression has me pausing.
"Come on," he pleads. "Meal is on me."
I roll my eyes and end up walking down the stairs. "One meal and nothing more."
"Deal."
He opens the door for me and walks behind me until his car. It’s obvious which one is his. He always did have a thing for sports cars, especially the classics. I climb into the front of his old Mustang and am surprised when he closes my door for me before making his way around to his side.
The car ride to the restaurant is silent aside from the radio, but it’s nice to be left in my thoughts about how strange this situation is. I got over DJ within months of being locked up, and I truly never expected to see him again. I sure as hell never expected to have him find out where I live and come to talk with me. We don't need closure... or at least I don't. I can't imagine he does, as he had over six years to do that.
The little restaurant he chooses is pretty dead, and the two of us get seated in the back, away from the other patrons. Its not until after we've both ordered our drinks that DJ finally decides to speak up. "I looked at school records."
"Excuse me?"
"That is how I found out where you lived."
"Oh." I can only imagine that is highly illegal, but I don't say as much.
He nods his head for a few seconds, his eyes really examine my face. "You've changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you yesterday."
"Yeah, well, it’s been a long time since I've you seen last."
"I like your hair long like that."
I stop the awkwardness- or at least I attempt to. "Enough about my looks please. Why did you invite me out, and what is it you need to talk about?"
"Did you ever hear about what happened after you went to prison?"
I shake my head no, taking a sip of my Coke.
"Steve, Martin, and I all got kicked off the team. They got sixty days for drugging Jenny since they confessed, and had to pay a small fine. I got thirty hours of community service since I didn't actually do anything. It sucked though. I thought I deserved more. Watching her fall into the pool... It messed us all up."
"Yeah, I get that," I admit, leaning back. I can relax a little more, only for the sake that I never opened up much about all this, and now not only can I open up a little, I can actually connect to someone who went through it all as well. I'm not the only one with a tortured soul.
"I send her parents money sometimes, when I have the extra cash. I visit her grave often too. It really changed me. That is why I attended the assembly yesterday. I don't have to, being the coach, but I knew it was about bully prevention. They said they had a special guest speaker, someone that could really connect to the students. When you first started talking, I thought I was seeing things, but when you looked at me, I just knew. I saw the change in you. I heard it. I didn't expect you to ever change, not even being gone this long, but everything you said and the way you said it. I don't know. I just had to come talk with you."
I stare at DJ, unsure what more I can say to him. "Do you know how her family is?" It seems to be the only reasonable question right now, as I've wondered that almost every day since it happened. I never heard anything about them. I didn't even know if they stayed in town. I know sometimes after tragedies families will move away.
He shrugs. "They don't really talk to me. Or anyone for that matter. Her little sister was seven when it happened, and I know it took a toll on her. She is a freshman this year, but goes to a different school, so I'm not sure if she is doing well with it or not. Besides that, I just send money and once in a while a card."
"I wish I could do something to ease their pain."
"You are..."
I stare at him with disgust. "Don't say that. I've never done anything to make this right. I'll try like hell for the rest of my life, but I'll never be able to make things right with them, or Jenny."
