Ghost

 

 

We had planned on hitting the road early this morning so I had set my alarm for six am. I was disappointed to see I hadn’t had a return text all night. We made it home around ten after stopping for breakfast and fuel. When I finally got her return text, I felt like a boulder had been lifted from my shoulders. She was safe and sound and that’s all I needed to know. I am a little concerned about what talk she’s wanting to have. If she thinks after all this she’s leaving with the rest of the group she’s sorely mistaken.

 

I won’t—no, I can’t let her go. I need her to breathe, I feel alive around her and that’s something I’ve been missing my entire life. One foot in front of the other is how I feel I’ve gone through life. Now, I feel like I take leaps and bounds. I’m not willing to let that go, if she’s planning on leaving, the Templeton charter better plan on one extra brother moving with them. I won’t stay here without her.

 

My anxiety is at an all-time high, I need a distraction until she gets here. I decide to clean my room to pass the time. I didn’t realize how much shit had accumulated in my room until I grabbed a trash bag and started throwing away trash. Beer bottles, chip bags and other things that have been hidden from view for a long time it seems since I haven’t had sex in over six months. Since the day I met her. It seems she’s not only stolen my heart but my dick’s activities as well.

 

That thought stops me dead in my tracks. Has it really been six months since I started self-servicing myself? At least I stayed loyal to her, every single stroke of my dick has been to thoughts of her. Damn, I’m going soft for an itty-bitty thing of a girl who hasn’t even let it be known if there will even be an us. I sit on my bed and think about her beauty. Her long dark raven hair that falls mid-back, always makes me daydream about grabbing that luscious mane and going to town while it’s in my grip.

 

Her full lips make me want to get to my knees and beg her for a kiss…in all kinds of different places. Shit, just thinking about looking down and seeing those lips wrapped around my cock while seeing those sky-blue eyes looking back up at me, is getting me hard as fuck. She has this pear-shaped figure with hips that don’t stop for days. She is the perfect specimen of a woman and the way every woman’s body should be. Not skin and bones but with some meat on her. I don’t want some skinny minnie that can’t take the fucking I like.

 

I’m not an easy lover so I’ve been told, I am who I am and I will not apologize or change my ways. I hope Bristol can take me and grow with me. Speaking of growing I need to take care of this problem before I have any type of serious conversation with my girl. Needing a shower anyways from working up a sweat cleaning, I head to the bathroom across the hallway and lock the door. No interruptions needed while taking care of my…issue.

 

Once I get the water to the perfect temperature I grab my shower items from my drawer and get a towel set over the shower curtain bar. I have no idea what the real word for it is, so I go with what I know and call it what I want. I step inside and am immediately relaxed from the warm water hitting my skin. I grab my shower gel and get a good lathering built between my hands. The first touch of my hand on my cock has me moaning. I pull up my mental picture of Bristol on her knees before me and let my imagination go to town.

 

I start slowly stroking my dick from root to tip and immediately have some pre-cum dripping from the head of my cock. Fuck yes that feels good, I see her on her knees before me with her naturally pink lips stretched wide around my cock. She bobs her head a few times before taking her mouth off me completely, and starts licking me up and down my shaft. She grabs my balls with her left hand and rolls them in her petite hand. I take my balls in my left hand repeating the image and roll them while slightly tugging for added pressure. I continue to stroke myself with my right hand. I can feel the pressure building from my spine and continuing through my cock. I blow my load with my beautiful sweet cheeks still ever so present in my mind.

 

Feeling relaxed and temporarily sated I finish my shower, get out, dry off and get dressed. While leaving the bathroom I see her standing in the hallway across from where I just exited. The look on her face tells me she heard me bellow out her name while I found my release. Her face is bright red and she has a huge smile on her face. She may be embarrassed but I can tell she’s happy it’s her name I called. I do a mental fist pump knowing she feels this way. We can grow from these feelings.

 

“Have a good shower?” she asks me.

 

“Fuck yeah, sweet cheeks,” I answer causing her face to flame brighter.