Bad Seed

Anything to put that woman out of my mind.

But now, she was on her way to my house. Monday morning at fucking six, like none of us had a damn life to lead. The band and I had a short tour to go on. A few stops here and there, some awesome fucking shows to put on for women who adored us. That was what I needed to be thinking about. I needed to be preparing for these damn shows. Running sets in my head and belting lyrics in the shower. That was what I needed to be doing.

I headed to the shower, hoping to clear my head. I washed off the sweat from the day, scrubbing my body with soap and trying to clean out the memory of Delia screaming my name. As I ran the soap over my groin, my cock perked to life. My balls were begging for release, and I thought maybe if I could jerk off, it would clear my head. Might as well try.

Leaning forward, I held myself up with one hand while taking my cock in the other. I stroked my dick, closing my eyes and trying to imagine anything but Delia's tight, virgin pussy.

It didn't work. That's all I could think about.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, imagining that first thrust into her tight little hole. It would hurt her, but I'd be gentle. I'd move slow, at first, just like my hand moved on my cock. Slow and steady, guiding it between her pussy lips and filling her up. I could still hear her calling my name, and damn, it sounded so sexy. The way she moaned and writhed on the bed, it would feel fucking fantastic if she were beneath me, letting me pummel my dick into her.

Her long, slender legs would wrap around my body, pulling her into me. I'd try to prevent myself from coming too quick, but with a pussy that tight, it would be hard. I'd want to make her come, hard, though. I'd want to make her scream my name over and over again as I bury my shaft deep inside of her, all the way to her fucking cervix.

Once she climaxed, I'd go all the way. Maybe bend her over and take her from behind - that tight little ass wiggling against my body as I fucked her.

“Oh God...,” I groaned.

Streams of cum gushed from my dick, landing on the shower walls and dripping down. So much hot seed came spilling out of me, I wasn't sure it would ever end. My orgasm rode through me like a wave, crashing into me and causing me to shudder until every last drop of cum was clinging to the walls of my shower.

God dammit. I'm a fucking screw-up. Can't even work with my personal assistant without yanking my cock and cumming all over the shower tiles.

I finished up and dried off, and from down the hall, I heard Paul's voice.

“Whatcha readin’?” Paul asked.

“It’s a book I got her this weekend,” Tammy said.

“I finished my human behavior book, so now I’m reading on human interaction,” Elsie said.

“Found anything interestin’?” Paul asked.

“I only started it last night,” Elsie said. “But the first chapter was—interesting.”

“How so?” Tammy asked.

“There are certain human interactions I don’t understand yet. Some I do, but some I don’t. Like the idea of kissing. This book outlines the reasons and behaviors behind kissing. But I don’t understand it.”

I grinned as I listened to Elsie talk to Paul and Tammy about the basics of interacting with another person.

“Elsie, are you okay?” Tammy asked.

I heard the couch squeaking as Elsie rocked back and forth on it.

“Els? Can ya tell us what’s goin’ on?” Paul asked.

“She’s here,” Elsie said. “She’s here.”

I heard a knock on the door that signaled to me that Delia was here. I got up from the kitchen table and sighed, knowing what I had to do next. Elsie was getting uncomfortable with Delia’s presence. Especially since she didn’t know who Delia was. I’d have to introduce this woman to my sister.

But my fear wasn’t that my sister wouldn’t like her. There were ways of getting around that.

My fear was that Elsie would get attached. Then I wouldn’t be able to get rid of Delia that easily.

I opened the door and took her in, raking my eyes down her form. She took my breath away.

Delia was wearing another pair of tightly-formed jeans but had on one of her nicer blouses. It fell around her breasts perfectly but left something to the imagination with the dip in the waist. She still had on those scuffed boots, though, and I grinned as I took them in.

But before I could walk my eyes back up her body, she pushed through and headed straight for the kitchen.