tits, and face that would tempt a saint have only matured. She was beautiful at eighteen, but now, just shy of twenty-one, she’s breathtaking.
The last time I saw her feels like a lifetime ago, but it was maybe six or so months ago standing outside my parents’ house during one of the monthly dinners we all have. Our parents have been a tight-knit group of friends since way before we were all born, and ever since they started adding kids to the group, monthly dinners have become a must for all to attend.
Everyone was there that night since it was her father’s birthday. Thinking back, that was probably the only reason she was there, since she’s made it a point to make herself scarce. Even before that night, she hadn’t come but every other or so month.
The vision of her fills my mind, and I moan deep in my throat when the hand not busy with my cock rubs over my hard nipples; twisting the metal piercing through them causes the hard cock in my hand to jerk.
She’d pulled her dark auburn hair back in a high ponytail that day, highlighting her long neck. I remember wondering what it would be like to wrap her thick, long hair around my fist as I took her from behind with just that hold on her hair. She never took off her sunglasses, which, at the time, pissed me off because I could always tell what she was thinking with one look in those dark brown eyes. She kept herself distant from me, which also pissed me the fuck off, but I remember a breeze bringing the intoxicating scent of her to my nostrils.
Lemon and wildflowers.
Licking my lips, I stroke myself a little faster and let my mind continue with the thoughts of her.
I watched her all night; the vision in my mind as clear as it was that day. Every step she took highlighted every tan inch of her bare legs in her cut-off shorts as she walked around the backyard. Her legs, long and toned despite the fact that she’s so short, moved gracefully with each step. But that’s when I stop thinking about that night. Instead, I use that vision of her as a mold to place her in the dream that had woke me up. Now, in my dream, she’s wrapping those legs around my body as I finally feel what the reality of fucking her is like.
I have to reach out to stabilize myself at the thought and I place one palm against the cool tile in front of me before dropping my head and feeling the water run down my back. My breathing speeds up until grunts of pleasure start to fall from my open mouth. I tighten my fist and work the straining flesh with a renewed fervor as thoughts of me taking Ember overwhelm me.
“Ah, fuuuuck,” I moan, moving quickly so that my back takes the place of where my palm had just rested against the tile. The bite of the cold against my skin doesn’t even register because the second my body is stable and braced against the wall, I bring my other hand down to join the one frantically pumping the top half of my cock. I squeeze my balls before moving up to fist the bottom of my cock as I tighten the hold I have over the tip, using both hands as I begin to fuck my tightly clamped fists, pretending with each thrust that I’m taking her.
My arms burn as I continue to fuck myself, my cock getting even harder under my wet hands until my orgasm rips through me. The thick jets of my come shoot forward, falling with the steady stream of the shower, as I ride out my pleasure.
My legs start to shake with the force of my orgasm, and I almost lose my footing. Releasing the firm hold I have on myself, my cock falls, still heavy with leftover desire, against my body.
I hate this feeling. No matter how great the pleasure my body gets from picturing her, I always feel empty after. A big giant reminder I’ll never know what having her feels like. Like it or not, this is all I’ll ever have. A hollow pit inside me that I’ve only ever felt was filling up when her smiles came at me without pause. A pit that’s taken up residence inside me since the night she admitted to having the same feelings I’ve been