I’d fucked her all night long until she passed out from bouncing on my dick. Every single week, I promised myself it would be the last. Being in a relationship wasn’t good. Someone would find out, and there’s no way in hell I’d ever let her get in trouble for this. The only problem was the weeks were so long.
Watching her around school was torture. To me, she stood out in the crowd with her raven hair and blue eyes. She always called to me, and whenever she entered a room, I felt her.
Of course, Friday nights were spent eating at the diner, and the weekends were all ours. I couldn’t give her up.
Twirling a strand of her hair around my finger, I watched her sleep, so innocent. She said she’d been a virgin that first night.
I wanted to know everything about her.
She never asked for me to come to the trailer park. When our weekends ended, she wouldn’t let me drive her home. She’d make me stay out of the trailer park. Her parents were not an accepted topic of conversation either.
In fact, she rarely spoke about herself and always listened to me tell stories of being in the city school. I’d shown her my scars, and she’d seen me having to rub the cramp from my calf many times.
So, each Friday I thought of calling it off. Only, I’d watch her and I knew without a doubt that wasn’t possible. I wanted her in my bed every chance I got. The weekends weren’t enough.
I wanted her to myself all the damn time.
She let out a little sigh, and her eyes slid open. When her gaze landed on me, there was a smile on her lips. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey.”
“Is it morning?”
I checked the time. “Nope, not even three yet.”
“I feel so tired.” She rubbed at her eyes and sighed. Her hand cupped my cheek. “Why are you even awake?”
“Watching you sleep?”
“That’s not creepy at all.”
I chuckled. “It’s super creepy, but I can promise you I like all of your body parts attached to you and your skin.”
She burst out laughing. “You’re weird.”
“It keeps me fresh.” I winked at her.
“You’re the best there is.” She sighed, dropping her hand to land on mine that rested against her stomach, which started to growl.
She gasped. “That is so embarrassing.”
“And it only reminds me that I’ve got a one-track mind. The moment I get you alone, I can’t think.” I kissed her cheek. “I’ll go and make you a sandwich.”
Getting to my feet, I padded downstairs to the kitchen. Pulling out the chicken I’d roasted in my slow cooker, I placed it on the counter, followed by some lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumber.
I was already buttering a couple of slices of bread when she walked in, wearing my shirt. She was rubbing the back of her head, and as she stretched the shirt rode up her thighs, giving me a tempting glimpse of her pussy.
“What have I told you about clothes?” I asked, going to her side and removing the shirt she wore. She looked cute in my clothes, but I preferred her naked, completely so. Tossing the shirt on the back of a chair, I leaned down and kissed each of her nipples. “These shouldn’t be put away.” Cupping their weight, I pressed my face against them until she moaned.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Turning you on?” I winked at her.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.” She cried out as I bit down hard on one of her tits.
“You’re right.” Letting her go, I went back to finishing our sandwiches. She came to my side and took some chicken.
“This is really good.”
“I know.”
“You certainly don’t lack confidence.”
“There’s no need to lack anything when I know what I’m doing.”
I cut our sandwiches in half and carried them through to the sitting room. At first, Mona was too nervous to sit on my sofa, but I didn’t care. This was our place, and as I pulled her down to my side, she snuggled against me, taking the food I offered to her.
“I could get used to this,” she said.
“How long have you lived in the trailer park?”
“All my life. I don’t know anything else. Mom always has her boyfriends coming and going. Of course, when Dad is around, that’s not happening. Not that he’s always around.”
“He’s not?”
“Nope. He comes and goes as he pleases.” She shrugged. “I’m used to it.” She took a big bite of the sandwich, and I watched her.
“What are your plans for after you graduate?”
“I’m hoping to get a full scholarship, but I don’t even know if that’s possible. Either way, come graduation, I’m gone.”
“You’re gone?” I didn’t like how I felt at the thought of never seeing her again.
I mean, I knew this wasn’t supposed to be a permanent thing, but in that moment, I didn’t even want to consider a day without seeing her. Even if the moments at school were not enough, they were something.