Page 81 of Choosing a Forever
Talmage
15 years old…
Mackenzie looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks, and I feel like it’s my fault.
I dimmed the bright light in her eyes. She doesn’t even look at me anymore.
I hurt her.
And I hate myself for it.
My parents are proud of me, though. Whatever was straining our relationship is fixed and everything is back to normal.
Was it worth it?
I don’t know.
I’ve kept my distance from Mack. It’s more difficult than I thought it would be, but I was stupid because we run in the same circles. We have the same extracurriculars.
And apparently we have the perfect height difference for dance numbers because I keep getting paired with her.
Every time, she looks like she would rather jump off the stage.
I don’t blame her.
I keep telling myself this will all get better—easier.
Hopefully, I’ll believe it soon.
Before I’m even fully awake, I know something is off.
I’m too warm and sticky.
Sticky?
Oh no.
My eyes shoot open. Mack’s got her front pressed up against my side, her large breasts pinning my left hand to my body, one of her hands on my chest.
I can’t even appreciate the feel of her hand on me because I’m embarrassed. I can feel myself throbbing beneath the blanket. I’m just glad her hand is nowhere nearit.
I reach under the covers to tuck my dick into my waistband, and I’m met with the somewhat familiar, sticky sensation of my cum seeping through my underwear.
I had a wet dream in Mack’s bed.
And I’m stillhard.
This has never happened before. I’ve had morning wood, sure, but I’ve never had a wet dream and woken up with an erection at the same time.
Shit.This is so embarrassing. She’s going to know as soon as I sit up what happened. She’s going to think I’m a pervert.
I went to sleep already half-aroused from the flush on Mack’s chest when I came out of the shower. It reminded me of the way the woman’s skin in the video flushed with pleasure.
That led to a very vivid dream once I fell asleep. The dream comes back to me in flashes. Mack on top of me, my face cradled between her thick thighs, Mack’s mouth around my—
Mack shifts and sighs as her eyes flutter open. She gives me a sleepy smile so stunning the urge to kiss her overpowers the feeling of embarrassment.
“Good morning,” I rasp.
