My fingers danced over my skin, imagining her light touch on my face and shoulder. My hand and fingers mimic what hers do in my mind as I feel a tightening in the bottom of my stomach.
Her hands slide over the skin of my chest and down to my stomach. She traces the outlines of my abdominal muscles before her hand moves lower. Her fingers circle my cock as she spreads her legs out before me. She guides me between her thighs.
I ended up surprised by the sudden intensity of sensations running through my body. I moved my hand faster over my cock, gripping it a little as I moved back and forth from tip to base, base to tip. My back arched away from the cool tile wall, and my other hand gripped the top of my thigh. Tip to base, base to tip.
I’m inside of her, and it’s warm and soft, and I feel…
An audible grunt escaped as my legs quivered and my balls tightened up against my body. A quick and intense vibration echoed through my skin until it focused between my legs. With one last shudder, I came on the shower floor with far more force than I recalled ever feeling before.
I nearly fell.
“Holy shit,” I murmured. My hands continued to shake a bit as I tried to catch my breath and maintain my footing. I felt dizzy—like all the blood was gone from my brain. Maybe it was. I stepped back into the stream of water and washed off again, still in a daze.
I quickly got out of the shower and dressed in an older pair of lounge pants that were really too short for me now. They had pictures of Sponge Bob on them, for goodness’ sake, but I wouldn’t get rid of them because my mom had bought them for me when I was fourteen or so, and I still liked them. I towel dried my hair and then just climbed into bed, still somewhat afraid my legs were going to give out.
Masturbation hadn’t felt quite like that before.
My heart started to pound again just thinking about it. A couple minutes later, I was hard as a rock and my hand had already found its way into my pants.
Nope—definitely hadn’t felt like this before.
And ending the day with thoughts of Mayra? A definite win.
Chapter 9—Almost the First Date
There were several times in my life when I had thought God hated me. I remembered talking to my mom about it a couple of times, asking her why He made me the way He did. She always insisted I was special for a reason and that God never made us go through anything in life we couldn’t handle. The next day was one of those days when I thought all of that was a crock of shit.
Next to the day my parents died, it was the worst day of my life.
It started out pretty good. I didn’t have any homework, so I managed to get all my website updates done before noon. It was also payday, so I transferred from my PayPal account to my bank account all the money I collected from the website owners, which gave me plenty of money to take Mayra out for dinner in Cincinnati.
Everything started to go downhill right after I got back from the bank, starting with Mayra’s phone call.
“Hey!” she sang out. “Are you ready for tonight?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “I don’t know what I should wear.”
Mayra laughed.
“It’s just Olive Garden,” she told me. “I don’t think they require a jacket and tie.”
“I know,” I said, “I just wanted to…I don’t know…”
My voice trailed off. I realized I probably should have been having this conversation with my aunt, not my actual date.
“If it helps, I’m just wearing some decent jeans and a blouse.”
“Yeah,” I said with a pointless nod toward the phone, “that does help.”
“There’s just one thing,” Mayra said. Something about her tone of voice had me tensing before the words even came out of her mouth. “My dad says he has to meet you before we go out. I know. It’s goofy, but he’s just like that.”
“Your dad”—I swallowed hard to keep from choking—“wants to meet me?”
“Yeah, he’s kind of insisting on it.”
I started to hyperventilate, and I could barely hear Mayra asking if that was going to be all right and me saying it was just fine so I could get off the phone and sit down with my head between my legs before I passed out.
It didn’t help much, and my head continued to swim.