But I’d never see him again.
My chance was gone.
It was too late.
And now … I had nothing but memories.
CHAPTER TWO
Lacey
BRRRINNG! The loud buzz of my alarm clock jolted me out of a sensual wet dream, jarring and annoying as hell. But like a good girl, I rolled over and turned it off immediately, already wide awake.
Because the stranger’s face danced before my eyes once more. Oh god, oh god. That big body. His giant shaft. Imagining him fucking me, this time in my pussy, wet and hard, the squish squish sound nasty and sensual.
What would I give to see him again?
Definitely my right arm.
Maybe even my life.
But that was just being dramatic. Groaning, I shut my eyes and squeezed my thighs together once more. Pieces of the dream lingered just behind my eyelids, a flash of the stranger’s face, that long cock like a third leg in his slacks.
But this wasn’t doing me any good. At this rate, I was gonna lie here all day, mooning and groaning about someone I’d never see again. Might as well get up. Wincing, I rolled out of bed. Shit, my ass was so sore! And there was that crusty feel of the stranger’s cum between my bottom cheeks too.
Looking down, I spread my legs, inspecting myself. Oh god, my butthole was inflamed, tender and bright pink instead of its usual light brown. Plus, there was flakey cum crusted in a circle. It broke like icing under my probing fingers, a dirty reminder.
How did it taste? Was I going to …? And yes, I did. Without any hesitation, I put the cum-crusted finger to my mouth and licked.
Mmmmm.
Oh god.
Savory and sweet, exactly my thing.
Part of me knew it didn’t really taste good, but the memory from last night was so delicious and nasty. Flavor burst over my tongue, making me moan and wriggle all over again. My twat juiced from just that single sample and I slid a finger inside then, writhing again.
Did I have time to rub one out? Maybe some dirty ass play while pinching my clit? All of it with visions of the stranger’s face and thick, hard cock, dancing before my eyes?
But a quick glance at the clock told me no.
Dammit.
Reluctantly, I slid out of bed.
Because as usual, my mom was ruining my good time. Amanda is really something. My mom had me young, so she’s still young herself, about forty or so. But she doesn’t act like a mom, not by a long shot.
Because my mom is getting married again … for the fourth time. Carefree and irresponsible, Amanda has a way of making men fall for her. It’s pretty ridiculous actually, how they moon at her curvy figure, the too-tight clothes, and stiletto heels.
So yeah, even though I had exams to study for, there was this stupid engagement lunch. Did I mention this is her fourth marriage? Plus, they’d probably be divorced in six months anyways.
So why bother?
Four husbands in sixteen years, including my dad.
Roy left when I was two, and I barely remember him. But my aunts said he wasn’t even worth the money my mom paid to divorce him, a real douchebag who knocked up a teen girl and then walked away.
Ed was husband number two, a chain smoking asshole who always had a cigarette burning between his fingers, even when he was pumping gas into the car. He cooked with a cigarette in his mouth, which made everything we ate taste like ashes. And since mom was always working to support us, Ed cooked damn near every meal.
Loser number three was Perry, a sleazy douchebag who looked at me like I was a piece of juicy female steak. I never told Amanda about that, but I always made sure never to be around him alone, staying busy with band practice, math clubs, and junior poetry slams. Clearly, being a nerd has its payoffs because it kept that creeper’s hands off me.
But if it wasn’t me, it was someone else. Because sure enough, Perry slept with Mom’s best friend, and Amanda lost her shit then, kicking him to the curb. A divorce was in the works before you could even say “boo!”
I was so glad when he left.
And now, there’s number four. Jesus. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to see him much, just a day or two during winter break, or a week or so during the summer.
Hopping into the shower, I quickly scrubbed myself but not too well, only washing the outside of my asshole and my pussy, cleaning away the slippery juices that had dripped from my pussy while I dreamed. Because nasty as it is, I wanted to remember the dark alpha. The feel of that jism, spraying again and again. Oh shit, it’d been like a fire hose full of cum in my ass.