Chapter 9 – Monica
I wake up very early, before the sun has come up, like I always do. Growing up, my brothers and I’d had chores to do. If they beat me to them, then I’d have to do theirs. Everything had been a competition. And I liked to win. I still do.
After so many years, habits become ingrained in a person, part of them. The early bird gets the hottest shower, the worm, and a lot of other things in life. Good things come to those who go after them.
These were mottos that my parents repeated in my house, growing up, and it comforts me to follow them even now, long after part of my family— my brother— is gone. I know that he’s with me in spirit, proud of my work ethic and my punctuality. And my dad is basically gone too— rendered bed-bound and senile after his stroke— but I know that he’s with me in spirit and proud of me too.
As I turn my head to look at a still-sleeping Ramsey, I think, Sure, my brother and father would be proud of me, but not for my random one night stand.
Oh well, I figure. Everyone’s entitled to a private life. No one is ever going to find out about Ramsey and me. We’ve both sworn to keep it secret, just like we’ve both acknowledged that it’s only for this one night.
I peer at Ramsey. He didn’t have any repeat night terror episodes after we went back to sleep, and it looks like he’s sleeping contentedly.
Our Just One Night is over. I knew it had to end. Last night was like a dream come true but everyone wakes up from their dreams. Time to face reality, and the training ground full of men ready to tease and taunt me due to my gender.
I sit up, ready to take that shower and get ready for the grueling day of training that lays ahead. Time to wash off the night we had, that must remain in our past now.
The only reason our tryst may have been a mistake is because it kept us up so late when we have to train so early. But I don’t regret it.
I step out of bed, but Ramsey, still mostly asleep, grabs my arm and holds onto me.
“Don’t go,” he mumbles.
I can tell that his intention is to pull me back in bed beside him, but his arm flops back down onto my lap, too tired to carry out his plan.
Well, I think, I might as well extend our Just One Night by just a little bit.
Last night had already turned into today by the time we made love, I reason. And I owe him one.
I climb on top of him and feel that he is already hard. His cock is long, thick, and by far the largest I’ve ever had, although I haven’t had even average experience, I wouldn’t guess. It was so big that it scared me at first, although it seemed to fit inside me perfectly.
I take his cock in my hand and put its tip in my mouth. I lick around the head, and then suck on it gently, moving my hand up and down his shaft.
“Mmmm.”
Ramsey stirs, raising his head a bit and looking down at me with half- closed, still-tired eyes.
“Am I dreaming?”
“Yes,” I say. “And hopefully it’s a very good dream.”
I take him further into my mouth, and he fills it up completely before it’s even all the way inside. I have to shove it further in, trying not to gag.
“It’s a great dream,” he mumbles, his hand on the top of my head. “I don’t want it to stop.”
I push his cock all the way into the back of my mouth, then back out again. In and out, in and out, just like he put it in and out of my pussy last night. I reach up to play with his balls while I lick his shaft up and down, then I return to nearly gagging on his big cock deep in my mouth, while my tongue licks its very tip.
“Oh my god, Monica, that feels so good,” he says. “I’m going to—”
But I don’t need the warning, because his cock is already throbbing in my mouth.
“Shhhhh,” I say, but it comes out more like a hum or a mumble, since he’s so far deep inside my mouth. I squeeze the back portion of his cock while he comes into my mouth, and I lick up his seed. Despite having already come just a few hours ago, he seems to have plenty left, and it shoots into my mouth so fast that I can barely contain it.
“Ohhhhh wow,” he moans, laying his head back down onto his pillow. “That was amazing.”
“Good morning,” I say, but I can tell that he’s still very tired.
He mumbles a “thank you” and I kiss him on the forehead before throwing on my uniform— hopefully I’ll have time to grab another one from my hotel room or else I’ll have to wear this same one again, without washing it— and tiptoeing out of his room. As I look back, he’s sleeping contentedly, with a small smile on his face.
Just One Night— turned into Just One Night and One Morning— has been a successful mission indeed.