Hovering for a moment she began to suck. Gently swirling her tongue around the circumference of the head as she did. I moved my hand down to her neck and squeezed gently. Trying to show my appreciation of her efforts. Emboldened, she sucked harder, moving her sweet lips gradually down my throbbing shaft until she was half-swallowing my cock.

Taking a minute to get her bearings, my cock barely fitting in her mouth, she gripped the base again and started to suck. Slow and light at first but then with more gusto. Her enthusiasm and confidence only continued to build until she was eating my cock feverishly, pausing on occasion to swirl her tongue around the head. All of it felt amazing.

With treatment like that, it wasn’t long before the pressure began to build. Rachel seemed to know I was going to cum before I did. Undeterred, she sucked even harder, drawing every last drop of cum out of my cock and into her eager mouth, swallowing it all down with gusto, sucking me clean.

Rachel kissed her way down the length of my cock, drawing one of my balls into her mouth, sucking gently, while stroking my shaft. She was a really fast learner. Switching over to the other ball, she sucked on it, picking up her stroking speed until I was ready to go again, Rachel getting her mouth there just in time to receive the massive load.

The third load coincided with my actual one. The Rachel in my head, sucking me to orgasm just as I stroked myself to the same in real life.Chapter Five - RachelPunctuality. The core of Western European culture. Entire populations of intelligent human beings making themselves slaves to time.

I knew it was ridiculous on a practical level. Thought this still didn’t stop it from being ingrained in my DNA. Like how people know that it will make them fat but pick up a box of donuts every time they go shopping. Some things just go beyond logic.

I sat on the ledge around the fountain, cold, rough, cement scraping the backs of my bare legs. We were set to meet just after lunch. The massive face on the clock tower, banging into position at ten after.

“Morning, sunshine!”

“Hey, Jenna.”

“Why so gloomy, goosey?”

“I’m not.”

“Just focused?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s his name?”

I looked up so fast I actually heard a pop. How did she know that? Was I really so obvious?

“Augustus,” I said.

“Well, there’s a name you don’t hear every day!”

“He’s named after a Roman emperor. At least I think. It’s the name of an emperor anyway.”

“Is he cute?”

I searched my mind for a satisfactory answer. My first impulse was to say yes, even though that wasn’t really true. She probably meant it in the general way of attractive but it really didn’t work. Augustus was a bit too tragic for that.

His face was handsome, his body muscular and strong, all the hallmarks of male attractiveness I had been taught to admire. Though there was something else too. A sort of haunted factor that made him look vulnerable despite his confidence. It make me want to take care of him and not just because of his disability. Or at least I assumed. I’d noticed it right away. The scarring on his right eye, turning it milky white.

I wondered if he could see out of it or if he was partially blind. A lot of people I knew would have worn an eye patch but Augustus refused to hide. Being himself and accepting his limitations made me respect him even more.

It was crazy. I’d seen him exactly once in my entire life and was obsessing over him. Except I wasn’t actually so sure. There was something about him that seemed really familiar even though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. A sort of subconscious recognition, kind of like Déjà vu only more sinister.

“Shall I take that as a no?” Jenna asked.

I snapped back to reality, remembering that Jenna was there and had asked a question setting off my reverie.

“No, I mean, yes, he’s really attractive, but I wouldn’t call him cute. He’s not a little pug dog.”

“That him?” Jenna asked.

I looked toward her gaze, seeing Augustus coming through the crowd in the quad, standing at least half a head over everyone else.

“Uh-huh,” I intoned, losing the power of construction full words.

“I can see what you mean,” Jenna said, nudging me gently.

“Do you have somewhere else to be?” I asked, gently as I could.

“Message received.”

Grabbing her pack, Jenna continued on her merry way. Leaving the spot vacant for Augustus. A fact he took full advantage of. I caught him staring at my chest as he sat down. Not that I minded at all, and he was very subtle and almost respectful about the whole thing.

His gaze felt less like ogling and more like appreciation of something beautiful. Like an eye-catching work of art. I could feel the blush run from my cheeks down to the tops of my breasts.

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