He likes to touch me
folder
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,295
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,295
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
2. The Next Day
Chapter 2. The Next Day
NOTE: TCBY = The Country’s Best Yogurt. I love their stuff.
------------------------The next morning, his POV------------------------
Oh shit, I pushed it too far last night, but it was so good. As my erection came to life again at the memories, I reach down and started stroking it through the sheets, enjoying the feel of the fabric against it.
The phone rings as I start getting harder. Dammit, I roll over to grab the receiver.
“Yeah”, I mutter, still stroking my erection.
“Hey man, it’s Saturday, get your lazy ass out of bed. You forget you’re supposed to help me work on my car today?” says the annoyingly cheerful voice of my younger brother.
“Man, hire a fucking mechanic”, I grumbled, feeling my erection subsiding.
“Nah, why should I? I got you.”
“You better be glad mom loves you, or I’d beat you into a -”
“Blah blah” click.
-that little -, it would serve him right if I didn’t help him
“Dammit” my erection well and truly gone, I got up and went to go shower.
I come out of the shower and rummage through my closet and my dresser before I find my blue sweatpants and drag them on, not bothering with underwear for the time being. I head to kitchen for some breakfast, even though it’s 2 in the afternoon. I’ll go help the kid with his car about 4, so I have some time.
I mull over the events of the last few hours and feel my erection stirring again. This always happens when I think about her. I wonder what she thinks about last night. I know I pushed it, and she might not want to see me again much less let me touch her again. But was it worth it? Only if I get to do it again. I sigh and wonder if I should go see her soon or wait a few days. We're going to run into each other sooner or later. With my luck it'll be sooner and then it would just get awkward. I should go see her. I’ll do it this evening after I get done with the car.
With that off my mind, I try to come up with some suitably evil torture for my brother waking me up on a Saturday to help him with the car. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my kid brother but sometimes he can be such a pain in the ass. He could have waited till tomorrow, which is when I told him I’d help him. I wonder what the rush is; probably trying to get laid in the back seat.
------------Her POV-----------------
Mmmmmmmmm
Stretching, I feel the soreness between my legs and the events of the last few hours came flooding back.
That was good . I smile to myself as I go into the bathroom to shower. I look into the mirror as I get ready to brush my teeth and my eyes widened as I saw the numerous marks on my skin, trailing from my neck down to my breasts.
At least they’re low enough to hide with a t-shirt
I turn on the spray and adjust the temperature to the way I like it.
We’re definitely going to talk about last night. I wonder if he’ll think I’m in love with him or something. I don’t think I am, but he’s definitely great in bed, I could do worse.
“I’ll definitely go see him today, I need to know what changed” I say out loud.
Having made my decision and feeling much better, I put on my favourite pair of jeans, - soft, worn, low riders and a grey t-shirt that covered all the love bites. I pull my hair back into a ponytail as I head into the kitchen for some breakfast.
“Morning” I say as I grab a slice of toast and butter it. “I’ve got some errands to do today, you want me to do anything mom?”
“No, can’t think of anything right now”
I head out the door thinking of what I’d say when I saw him. I’ve never really gone to him before, but last night made me think, and I wanted to know what it was all about. I didn’t really have any errands, I just needed to get out of the house. I headed to the mall and decided to window shop, maybe buy a few things.
Not looking where I was going I walked right into a wall, or so I thought.
“Oof”
“You should watch – oh it’s you, watch where you’re going.” My ex said.
“What are you doing here? Shopping for the new girlfriend?” I asked.
“Kinda, we had a fight. I need to make it up to her.”
OK, he’d never do that for me. Maybe he’s not so possessive anymore, it might be a good time-
“What the fuck is that?”
“Wha-” I looked around expecting to see something out of the ordinary.
“On your neck. What is that? Is that a hickey?” his voice rose with each word as he grabbed my arm and moved the neck of my t shirt to see my neck clearly. “It is a hickey, who the hell are you fucking?”
“What? Where the hell do you get off asking me that? We broke up remember? Actually you broke up with me over the girl you’re currently seeing, the one you cheated on me with.”
“Oh come on-“
“No. You don’t get to ask me about my love life. It’s none of your business.” I yanked my arm away and walked off muttering to myself. I do that when I’m pissed and boy was I pissed.
“The nerve of that… ooh. Who the hell does he think he is? Dammit”
My good mood was now ruined. So I decided to get some ice cream, lucky for me, there was a TCBY. I had a weakness for their white chocolate yogurt banana split. That would definitely help my mood.
NOTE: TCBY = The Country’s Best Yogurt. I love their stuff.
------------------------The next morning, his POV------------------------
Oh shit, I pushed it too far last night, but it was so good. As my erection came to life again at the memories, I reach down and started stroking it through the sheets, enjoying the feel of the fabric against it.
The phone rings as I start getting harder. Dammit, I roll over to grab the receiver.
“Yeah”, I mutter, still stroking my erection.
“Hey man, it’s Saturday, get your lazy ass out of bed. You forget you’re supposed to help me work on my car today?” says the annoyingly cheerful voice of my younger brother.
“Man, hire a fucking mechanic”, I grumbled, feeling my erection subsiding.
“Nah, why should I? I got you.”
“You better be glad mom loves you, or I’d beat you into a -”
“Blah blah” click.
-that little -, it would serve him right if I didn’t help him
“Dammit” my erection well and truly gone, I got up and went to go shower.
I come out of the shower and rummage through my closet and my dresser before I find my blue sweatpants and drag them on, not bothering with underwear for the time being. I head to kitchen for some breakfast, even though it’s 2 in the afternoon. I’ll go help the kid with his car about 4, so I have some time.
I mull over the events of the last few hours and feel my erection stirring again. This always happens when I think about her. I wonder what she thinks about last night. I know I pushed it, and she might not want to see me again much less let me touch her again. But was it worth it? Only if I get to do it again. I sigh and wonder if I should go see her soon or wait a few days. We're going to run into each other sooner or later. With my luck it'll be sooner and then it would just get awkward. I should go see her. I’ll do it this evening after I get done with the car.
With that off my mind, I try to come up with some suitably evil torture for my brother waking me up on a Saturday to help him with the car. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my kid brother but sometimes he can be such a pain in the ass. He could have waited till tomorrow, which is when I told him I’d help him. I wonder what the rush is; probably trying to get laid in the back seat.
------------Her POV-----------------
Mmmmmmmmm
Stretching, I feel the soreness between my legs and the events of the last few hours came flooding back.
That was good . I smile to myself as I go into the bathroom to shower. I look into the mirror as I get ready to brush my teeth and my eyes widened as I saw the numerous marks on my skin, trailing from my neck down to my breasts.
At least they’re low enough to hide with a t-shirt
I turn on the spray and adjust the temperature to the way I like it.
We’re definitely going to talk about last night. I wonder if he’ll think I’m in love with him or something. I don’t think I am, but he’s definitely great in bed, I could do worse.
“I’ll definitely go see him today, I need to know what changed” I say out loud.
Having made my decision and feeling much better, I put on my favourite pair of jeans, - soft, worn, low riders and a grey t-shirt that covered all the love bites. I pull my hair back into a ponytail as I head into the kitchen for some breakfast.
“Morning” I say as I grab a slice of toast and butter it. “I’ve got some errands to do today, you want me to do anything mom?”
“No, can’t think of anything right now”
I head out the door thinking of what I’d say when I saw him. I’ve never really gone to him before, but last night made me think, and I wanted to know what it was all about. I didn’t really have any errands, I just needed to get out of the house. I headed to the mall and decided to window shop, maybe buy a few things.
Not looking where I was going I walked right into a wall, or so I thought.
“Oof”
“You should watch – oh it’s you, watch where you’re going.” My ex said.
“What are you doing here? Shopping for the new girlfriend?” I asked.
“Kinda, we had a fight. I need to make it up to her.”
OK, he’d never do that for me. Maybe he’s not so possessive anymore, it might be a good time-
“What the fuck is that?”
“Wha-” I looked around expecting to see something out of the ordinary.
“On your neck. What is that? Is that a hickey?” his voice rose with each word as he grabbed my arm and moved the neck of my t shirt to see my neck clearly. “It is a hickey, who the hell are you fucking?”
“What? Where the hell do you get off asking me that? We broke up remember? Actually you broke up with me over the girl you’re currently seeing, the one you cheated on me with.”
“Oh come on-“
“No. You don’t get to ask me about my love life. It’s none of your business.” I yanked my arm away and walked off muttering to myself. I do that when I’m pissed and boy was I pissed.
“The nerve of that… ooh. Who the hell does he think he is? Dammit”
My good mood was now ruined. So I decided to get some ice cream, lucky for me, there was a TCBY. I had a weakness for their white chocolate yogurt banana split. That would definitely help my mood.