I didn't know how to react to seeing Gary’s daughter again. It was inevitable that we were going to bump into each other again at some point in time. This was undoubtedly a crazy situation that I was not prepared for, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Hazel since I met her in the lobby. Seeing her brought up all those feelings about her that I had tried so hard to forget. It was such a shock losing her father as my friend and being told to stay away from her that I did everything I could to put it behind me.
Every memory since that kiss replayed in my mind. It was like it had just happened. I didn't think I could deal with all of this.
Now that I had seen her, I didn't know what to think, and it was driving me crazy. I had no alcohol, so I just laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. I could still see Hazel’s face and wondered if her lips tasted the same. I thought about what it would be like if I had her in my bed — something I wanted to do ever since our kiss.
Putting my hand under the blankets, I began to stroke my hardening cock, wishing that she was there with me.
I hadn't meant to treat Hazel the way that I did, but what else was I supposed to do. When I saw her in the lobby, her body looked so good that I ached to feel it next to mine. To have her arms wrapped around me and her holding onto me. I'd wondered so many times what it would be like to wake up next to that incredible girl, but those were just empty dreams.
I touched myself harder as I imagined making love to Hazel. She would look up at me with those big green eyes and a coy smile on her lips, inviting me to run my hands over the curve of her hips and then gently reach up to unbutton her dress. In the last five years, her curves had filled out more. Her bust was bigger, her hips fuller. I wanted to see the roundness of her bare breasts in front of me. Imagining touching them made my body tingle and my cock ache.
My fantasy was so vivid I could practically see her nude on top of me and hear her crying out my name as she slid her tight, young pussy over my hard cock. In my daydream, Hazel was still a virgin, waiting for me to take her innocence and show her what love was.
Holding her hips, I taught her how to ride me, bouncing up and down, letting my cock slide in and out of her. Watching her breasts bounce in my face, I clung onto Hazel as her pussy tightened around my cock. I couldn’t hold back as she started to scream, her pussy milking my dick for my seed.
Finally, I came hard in my hand and was reminded that I was alone.
Depressed, I got up and showered for the day. As I was dressing, I realized that if I did see Hazel again, I probably wouldn't get a chance to talk to her after the way I treated her. My behavior had been deplorable. There was no way she would ever forgive me.
I made sure I looked presentable before leaving my room. It was the first day of activities at the retreat. I couldn't tell if I was eager to get started or eager to see her.
The group that I had signed up for is already meeting in the lobby. I hurried to join them. As I took my place amongst them, I looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see Hazel in the group. She looked better than ever. She still had a youthful appearance but had a new maturity about her now. It was hard not to notice it and be attracted to it. I'm sure others saw it as well.
Hazel had a notebook and pen in her lap. We had signed up for this group to brainstorm an hour, then write an hour — one hour on and another off. Supposedly, if we were writing all the time, we would never lose our motivation.
Maybe I could convince her to write together like in the old days? I shook my head. That would be impossible. I was already doubtful that she would even speak to me.
As I watched Hazel, I regretted the way I had treated her before. I had been too harsh. Thinking it would be better if I tried to apologize, I took the empty chair on the other side of hers.
“Hello, Hazel,” I said in my most pleasant voice.