I let go of her head and she pulled my cock out of her mouth.
“Wow…” Libby moaned. “Oh, you taste so fucking good!”
She started to go down on me again and I stopped her.
Libby looked puzzled.
“Ride it,” I said.
She smiled and ripped her panties off before climbing on top of me. She was still wearing her clothes (except the panties) and I found it somehow more erotic that she wasn’t fully naked. It was like she was creating some special access just for me.
I grabbed her hips and guided her down onto me. My dick slid into her with the greatest of ease. She was tight, but very wet. Each time I pushed into her, I felt just the right amount of resistance, and then the perfect amount of acceptance.
Libby was moaning like crazy now. She was practically screaming in ecstasy.
“Fuck me!” She moaned. Her hands clamped down on my chest to balance herself as she bounced up and down like I was a bucking horse and she was doing her best to hold on for dear life.
Libby was looking up in the air, her hair falling down to her shoulders and draping just over her breasts that were barely covered now by the opened blouse she was wearing.
Meanwhile, I was pounding her immaculate pussy from the bottom as hard as I could. It felt so beautiful over my aching shaft. I was about to let it go. The release was on its way. I was going to pump as much of my seed into her as I possibly could. I wanted her to accept every single drop of it, and I knew she would. She loved me; there was nothing she wouldn’t have done to give me pleasure. And there was nothing I wouldn’t have done for her.
I came inside of Libby just a few moments later. It was like the entire world had stopped around me. There were only two people in the world. I was one of them; Libby was the other. We existed only for each other and no one would ever understand this the way we did.
Afterwards we lay there kissing and caressing each other as we fell asleep. Our bodies were in perfect harmony.
***
I woke up just then. My body flew out of bed and I found myself standing in my room staring at an empty bed. It was just me. I was alone. Libby wasn’t there. She never had been.
And we certainly hadn’t made love. That was just a sweet dream…
And what a dream it was. Wow… I wanted her so badly. My feelings were real and I knew that if she just gave into her heart then she would see all of it, too.
It was my mission to make that happen.
CHAPTER 8
Libby
“Where is it?”
Frustrated I pulled the drawer out of the nightstand and dumped the contents on the bed. I’d been searching for a small business card that offered free shooting lessons for almost thirty minutes. I was beyond annoyed and if I’d had a gun in my hand at that moment I might have shot someone. I couldn’t remember where I got the card, or even who gave it to me, but I knew I still had it and I needed it now.
Since my home had been broken into I had become increasingly scared and paranoid. I was at the end of my rope and I didn’t know what to do. The only thing I could think of that might offer me some reassurance was getting a gun and taking some shooting lessons.
I’d always hated guns and refused to have them anywhere near me. There was far too much gun violence in the world and the idea of having that much power in my hands was pretty frightening. I never wanted to touch a gun.
But right now I needed protection. I had no other options. I’d run out of ideas a long time ago.
I combed through the entire contents of the drawer. I was at my wits end and about to rip my hair out when I finally found the card I was looking for. I gripped it in my hand with pride of victory. The card offered two free lessons on gun safety and some basic shooting techniques. My best friend Marla Perkins had recommended something similar to me, which got me thinking about the card.
The two of us were hanging out at her place having a few beers and I was telling her about my woes. She was always the best listener. Even if her ideas and suggestions on how to improve things were always obvious and totally not helpful, it was important that she was there to listen at least.
“They were in your flipping house?” Marla asked.
“Yes. I just want to go to the cops and let them sort it out, but I’m afraid. I mean this isn’t something to play around with. I’m afraid the cops won’t take me seriously.”