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Authors: Mj Fields
“I need in. Hang on, sweetheart.”
I rammed into her and her pussy clenched around me. I stopped when I felt I was bottoming out.
“Ohhh,” she whimpered.
“Can you take more?”
“Please. Oh please!”
That’s all I needed. I pumped into her repeatedly. She dug her nails into my ass as I continued pounding into her hot little pussy until I felt her tighten around me and scream out her orgasm, again. I hit it harder and faster as she lay limp beneath me.
I stilled for a moment until I realized there was no way to stop the white-hot lightning from pumping out of my cock. I pulled out just in time to spill my cum all over her belly, marking her.
She lay panting beneath me. I picked her up and she leaned her head into my chest and held her arms loosely around my neck. I carried her into the water to clean off my cum, even though I didn’t want to.
I knelt and rinsed as she panted against my chest.
“You’ll stay with me tonight.”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“You alright?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” I bent and licked her tits, pulling one of her perfectly alert nipples with my teeth. She whimpered. “There’s no way in hell I’ll control myself. You are so fucking beautiful.”
“You too.”
She nuzzled into me and held on a little tighter. I kissed her sexy full lips as I stood up and carried her towards the house.
“The board.” She reminded me.
“Tomorrow I’ll be eating your sweet wet pussy in the water as you’re sprawled out on it. The board stays.”
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Haylie
I
inhale a deep breath and allow my eyes to take in the place where I grew up, hopefully for the last time. Although it’s not much it’s a far cry from what I remember the room to be as a small child.
A few years back, before I won a scholarship allowing me to attend Saint Anne’s high school, I didn’t care what it looked like. This room holds a piece of me that was gone. I took comfort in the memories made here.
After attending Saint Anne’s and meeting my best friend, Tori Andrews and seeing how she lived and how full of life a person could actually be. I changed things here a little.
I managed to find an actual frame for my twin size mattress that once only set upon the bare floor of my small bedroom and the bare walls have since been splashed with color, a beautiful cherry blossom pink. Tori helped me pick out the color when I could no longer stand the discolored and stained walls.
I wasn’t living in this room, I was existing long enough for this day to come. The day I could walk away and become my own person leaving this all behind, like so many others had done in the past.
I had two boxes and a duffle bag. That’s all it took to carry everything I owned. I carried them out and set them on the counter looking at the clock I decided I would make some coffee. It was only a two hour drive but I am sure my mom would need a quick pick me up in order to function this early in the morning.
When the coffee was done I determined it was time to go wake her up. I was hoping to give her enough time to shower before we left.
I could have taken the bus, but I wanted her to take me, to see what I had worked so hard at all through high school. I earned a scholarship to UNC, a full ride, based on my grades and test scores alone. I wanted her to see how hard work could pay off. Because deep down, regardless of what had transpired in our past she was my mom and I loved her. I wanted better for her.
I had sold my school uniforms from Saint Anne’s to pay for gas to and from my new home, so there was no excuse. She had the money so she had to go. I had also saved every penny I had ever found, earned, been gifted, so that I could buy a cell phone. One more step towards blending in.
I knocked on her bedroom door, “Mom it’s time to get up. We need to leave soon.” When she didn’t answer I knocked harder, “Mom, rise and shine.”
When there was still no answer I turned the knob and opened the door not sure of what I’d be opening it up too.
I don’t know why it surprised me, or why I let it hurt as bad as it did but when I saw she hadn’t come home I was pained. Then when I looked in the coffee can in the freezer and found that one hundred and eighty seven dollars was gone, I was devastated. Now I wouldn’t even be able to pay for a bus ticket.
I sat on the floor crying, praying she’d walk in the door, when she didn’t I knew the only thing I could do was sell my cell phone.
I called the bus station to see how much a ticket was. Seventy dollars. There was no other choice, I would have to walk down the block to the pawn shop and hope to God they would give me that much for it. I had saved all my life for a phone and I was going to get less than a quarter of what it cost me. Being it was a pre-pay I would lose even more.
I decided to call Tori and let her know I would be late, to not wait around for me at lunch as planned and that I wouldn’t have my phone.
I told her that I was taking the bus and I heard her cover her phones receiver and then she uncovered it. “We can be there in thirty minutes.”
“No, I don’t want you to go out of your way for me Tori. You and your parents have done enough.”
“Well we’re going there anyway silly. It’s no problem. Did your mom get stuck at work?”
Something like that,
I thought. “Yes.”
“Well cool, now I get to see your place. I can’t believe in four years I have never been to your house.”
“Actually I am already at the bus station,” I lied as I hurried back to my house. “How about you just meet me there?”
When she agreed I was so grateful. I didn’t want to lie too her about anything. But I never wanted her to see what I came from. If she saw who I really was, what I came from, she would never look at me the same and I could never allow that to happen.
The car ride was interesting. Her parents were talking away, her mother especially, which wasn’t like Mrs. Andrews. I knew she was nervous and would miss Tori. I felt bad intruding on this moment for them. But it was nice to see love, even if I never felt that kind of love, I could see it.
When we got to her dorm it was beautiful. This place cost a lot more than mine a semester but Tori knew she would be in a sorority as soon as she could be and out the door. Her parents indulged her, they always did. The thing with Tori was that she had everything a girl could ask for but never acted snobby or spoiled. She truly was the nicest person I had ever met. Having been permitted into their home for the past four years and watching how they were with each other made me realize where she got it from. Her parents loved, respected, and cherished one another. That was exactly what I would have one day. I wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Their goodbyes started as soon as we pulled up to her place. It continued through the whole unloading and unpacking process.
When it was time for them to leave, I watched as Tori fought to be strong. Something she had never had to be.
“You ready Haylie?” Mr. Andrews asked.
I looked at Tori and shook my head no. “If it’s alright I would love to stay here for the night with Tori. My roommate isn’t expecting me until tomorrow. I called her and told her I would be late before I called y’all.”
“Thank you,” her mother hugged me so tight it almost hurt. “You two will still be there for each other every day right?”
“Of course we will.”
“You are an angel Haylie Harbour.”
She was wrong I was not, but to these people who didn’t know of my home life and past indiscretions I just may have been.
“She’s been mine for years.” I told Mrs. Andrews.
Tori cried for over an hour, which of course made me cry too.
“It’s a good thing she had a private room,” she told me, “these girls may think I’m crazy otherwise.”
“Do you think I’m crazy Haylie, because I already miss them? God I am being so rude. Your poor mother had to work, didn’t even get to bring you, and here I am acting like a baby. Forgive me won’t you?”
“Of course. Tori we’re only two hours away. We will be fine. Plus we have each other.”
“And our books,” she yawned.
“Always our books.”
“What are we reading next? You get to pick this time.”
“I’ve heard a lot about Beautiful Disaster, by Jamie McGuire. Can we try that one?”
“Of course we can.”
I had an iPhone now with a kindle app. I was so excited to be able to read on it just like Tori had been for two years now.
Tori had given me a gift card for graduation and what did I give her? A photo book that I made from dollar store materials. She acted like I had given her the moon and actually apologized for being so impersonal. She vowed someday she would make me something with her own two hands like I had for her. Secretly I wished she wouldn’t. I loved the gift she gave me. I could buy close to twenty books if I chose ones when they were on sale. And then there were the freebies. My books were personal to me. There never could have been a better gift than what she gave me on graduation, except of course her friendship, that gave me even more than I could have imagined.
Two girls from two different worlds, and best friends forever.
When she fell asleep I laid wondering if I would like my roommate or if she was going to be a snob, or a slob, or to pushy, or just plan mean. I didn’t sleep for beans that night as I lay and wonder what tomorrow would bring.
