CHAPTER 7
Joshua
I put Brianna to bed before going to bed myself. But I’m not in the mood to sleep. I sit in bed with my back against the headboard. I flip on the reading lamp on the end table and try to settle in with a copy of The Economist.
It’s not working.
All I can think about is her. And if just the thought of her has such a tight grasp on me, there’s no way her dad can’t see it.
I tried to pound my beer and get out of there, but he nursed his. He wanted to take his time and talk. His questions were a little too obvious, and a little too out of left field.
Suddenly my buddy, who’d always lived somewhat vicariously through me, recommends I settle down…with someone who’s age appropriate. I almost felt like I was getting lectured by a parent, but I wasn’t about to push back. Better to just let him get what’s on his chest off, and hope that it will calm him down a little.
Hope.
Just like I hope to see Diana again. But hope only goes so far. With the sale of the business imminent, I can reasonably ask her to watch Brianna one more time. After that I don’t have an easy reason to contact her.
Not that I need a reason, for anybody else at least.
I know what I want and I want her. I’m willing to deal with whatever consequences may come my way. Life is too short not to go after what you want.
I put down my magazine and my butt slides forward in the bed, putting me in a more relaxed position.
I can’t have her right now, but I have to imagine. If I don’t I’m going to go crazy.
I get up out of my chair and lock the door. Brianna sleeps like a log, and I know she will do so tonight, especially after enjoying herself so much. She must have been in heaven playing with dolls and dressing up, but I’m not taking any chances.
I walk over to my bed and type Diana’s name into Facebook on my phone.
A minute goes by and nothing. I can’t find her. The rod in my boxers is only getting longer and thicker and more painful. I want to see her face so bad, even just a picture, but I don’t have time. I’m about to pop just thinking about her.
I set my phone down on the nightstand with my left hand as my right hand grabs my cock over the top of boxers.
I try and lengthen it out, straightening it to reduce the pressure, but the boxers are too tight…too constricting.
My dick is a wild animal that needs uncaged.
I stick my thumbs into each side of my boxers and slide them down my legs.
As the fabric clears the base of my shaft, my cock springs free. It’s pointing straight back at my face, the skin touching my bellybutton. I can’t remember the last time I was ever this hard. Maybe never.
And this is just the thought of her. I can’t even imagine how much I’d lose control if she were really here.
I place my cock in the palm of my right hand and stroke.
One hand isn’t enough.
My left hand reaches underneath the shaft while my right hand works the upper shaft, brushing against the tip.
I squeeze my butt muscles just enough to move my hips forward, sliding my cock through both hands as I imagine I’m inside her.
I close my eyes and picture her riding me.
She’s completely naked, on top of me. That incredible, curvy body mounted as I slowly move in and out of her.
My left hand releases my cock and grabs where her hip would be. My right quickly joins as my subconscious takes over.
I imagine holding her tight around the waist. Driving deep inside her, as her head leans back and moans leave her mouth.
I can see her tits bouncing up and down, no white tank top to contain them now.
I imagine the color of her nipples and the size of her areola.
And then I hear her moan as she cums and her pussy latches onto my dick and won’t let go.
“Uhhh,” I groan. A load of cum shoots from my cock, covering the entire length of the bed as I hear some hit the floor.
My body shakes and convulses forward and back. A second eruption joins the first before I fall back onto the headboard.
The back of my head rests against the top of the headboard as I catch my breath.
My eyes open slowly and I see just how much of a mess I’ve made of the sheets.
But it’s not a mess. It’s the exact thing I’m going to put inside her. I can’t wait to fill her with something that came from me. To feel her wetness, and provide something even wetter, and thicker, of my own as I shoot inside her.
I barely lasted a minute just thinking about her. I can hardly imagine the animal that’s going to come out from deep inside me when I get the real thing.