My Dull Life

Chapter 2: In My Deepest Dreams

 

I watched Jo drive off in the second-hand beetle her parents had bought for her sweet sixteenth. She was going to drop Stacy off at Andrew's, then return home. Stacy seemed better, as compared to the weeping mess at Andrew's party the night before. The two of them had a fun time laughing and teasing me about my erotic dream. I'm still not convinced that Stacy was just joking about having recorded me during that dream.

I crept away from my window and collapsed into bed, still wondering why I'd been asleep so long. It wasn't a common occurrence for me.

And the memory about Verxis. I stifled the moan building in my throat. Nowadays, just the thought of him could get me wet.

I closed my eyes and recalled the last day I spent with him.

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My hands were braced against the wall as he mounted me, pounding into me frantically. My fingernails left circular dents on the white walls, but I didn't care. I had to grip it tightly, I had to hold on to something. His pelvic bone pressed into my buttocks every time he thrust into me, the sharp slap of flesh against flesh ringing out in my room.

Within the last two days I had discovered that I could easily get off on the sensation of his heavy girth sliding within me, and I could do it several times in one session. I didn't know if it was because of him or me. I liked to think it was a mix of the two. That we were just made for each other.

“Six...” I moaned. I had taken to calling Verxis Six, mostly because it was too much of a mouthful to say his full first name, especially when not having an orgasm, and saying 'xis' just sounded like Six, anyhow.

My body was covered in hickeys. Verxis had taken to marking me repeatedly, making sure everyone knew that I was his. I had to cover up completely with scarves and sweaters when I had made another stop at the grocery, this time with Six. Despite that, I had fun letting him pick out snacks he had always wanted to eat but never had. He didn't seemed to have had such a good childhood, and it was fun for me to spoil him. It was like having a younger sibling.

Except with the numerous sex.

My entire passage started to ripple, and it felt like it was liquefying around his cock as I slipped into my orgasm. My knees shook and I nearly fell to the ground. Verxis gave a few more thrusts into me, and then there was the blast of hot fluid inside me signified that it was over. I bit my lip to keep from sighing as his cock continued to spurt his seed into my sheath, painting my walls liberally. I didn't even know if I was sighing because it felt so good or because I knew he had to leave now that it was over.

He grabbed my hips, then pulled me down as he sat, with us still connected. I sat in his lap, not caring that I was making a sticky mess on his legs, pressing my back against his chest. His arms encircled my waist, and I placed my own hands over his, making him hold me tighter.

To my right, strewn all over the floor were the clothes I'd found him in, washed and dried. It was a bit wrinkled now, though. My parents were due to return later that evening, and he had decided that he'll leave before they come back to avoid me having to explain his presence. He had donned his old clothes, walked halfway down the stairs before he suddenly paused, dragged me all the way back to my room, stripped me off and was thrusting back and forth into me. It had been on the bed at first. But somehow we'd moved from the bed to the wall. I couldn't quite remember how.

I had been a more than willing participant to all of it, because I didn't want him to leave. We'd only met two days ago, but somehow we'd bypassed the hurdle of strangers, acquaintances and even friends. We were lovers – maybe of the more physical kind, but I definitely loved him. I knew - it was why I didn't want to let him go.

Finally, he pulled out, and a flood of liquid coated the floor beneath me. I reached out for a towel, and cleaned us both off. We didn't say anything as we both got dressed again.

It was only when we were at the front door that we spoke again.

“You could stay,” There was no denying the begging in my voice. “I could make mom and dad adopt you. Or, at least, be your legal guardians. When you're eighteen you could...” I tapered off. What did I want him to do at eighteen? Leave? Marry me?

The idea was so appealing.

“I wish I could,” Verxis said. “But it's better that I leave,” I knew this had something to do with how I found him all bleeding at the side of a road, but he'd always steered the conversation away from the subject whenever I tried to bring it up.

“Okay,” I replied in a small voice. My hand shook as I unlocked the door. He spun me around to face him before I could open the door, and his lips crashed against mine. My hands had found their way around his neck, and I was kissing him back just as passionately. Our kiss lasted as long as we could survive without air. As we parted, we left a thin trail of saliva between us, connecting us for this one instant before we would part indefinitely.

“I'll come back,” he promised. I nodded, though I think a part of me didn't believe him. He was young. Things would change in the time we would spend apart. He cupped my cheeks with both hands. “I love you, Belle,” he whispered to me, his beautiful red eyes boring into me. This statement wasn't as shocking as the 'I like you' on the first night we had spent together. I knew it was true, because it was how I felt too.

“I love you too, Six,” I whispered back, grasping the hands that stroked my cheek. He smiled, then kissed me one last time, gently, slowly. Then I opened the door, and he left.

I watched him leave from my door, and he glanced at me over his shoulder countless times. But he didn't turn back, even though I kept willing him to. He vanished from view within seconds.

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I opened my eyes and was greeted by my star. It was still there, stuck to my wall. Everything else in my room had stayed virtually the same. There was only one, huge difference.

He wasn't here.

Two years had passed already, and not even so much as an e-mail. I had given him all my contact details, but for some reason, he had never contacted me.

He must have already forgotten me. Even though not a day went by where I didn't think about him.

I had never had any boyfriends in these two years, not just because I was totally unpopular with guys, but also because none of them could ever compare to Six. The kiss from one of the jocks Stacy had set me up with had been disappointing, which, considering the amount of experience he had with practically every girl in school, made it seem even more hopeless for me. The thirteen year old had ruined my standards for guys. Standards that a dull person like me should never have. I sighed, and turned over in my bed.

Somehow, I doubted I would ever see Six again. My sexy, adorable, mysterious thirteen year old lover.