Page 28 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
Britain
Craziest day. Even crazier ending. I think I just went on a date?
I set my phone down on the nightstand and finish undressing to go get ready for bed, but I don’t even make it to the ensuite when my phone vibrates.
Jess
GTFO. Did they buy you food? Did they make you smile? Did they kiss you?
1. Why are you awake? 2. Yes, Yes, and YES.
Then yesssss girl, it was a date.
teething = sleep strike. FML
Wanna call me with all the deets?
lol, as long as you’re sure it won’t bug Tommy that I’m calling and keeping you guys up.
please, you know Tommy could sleep through an atomic bomb, CALL NOW.
k, let me go pee and then I will.
I haven’t even set down my phone when it vibrates again.
Liam
Just a heads up, while I’m enjoying the view thoroughly, I feel like I should let you know that I can see right into your room.
Shit. I’m naked. And the windows are open.Fuck my life.
I don’t bother with a response, I just put the phone down on the nightstand, walk over to the windows, give a sweet wave and smile to the man in the window opposite, and then I let the Roman shades drop.
TEN
Liam
When my alarm goes off at 7:00 A.M., the first thing that registers in my mind is that I have a raging hard on, and the reason why is Britain. I slept like complete shit. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About how stupid I was to not ask her to come in with me. I could be fucking her instead of my hand right now.Why didn’t I ask her to come in again?Oh yeah, I was trying to be a “good boy,” for her. I think I could really like her. I don’t want her thinking for a minute all I want from her is sex. Even though I want that, too. A lot.
This day is going to be miserable if I don’t get some relief. I fist my rock-hard cock and start moving. I’m wishing it was her hand, not mine. I’m wishing she was leaning over me and taking the head of my cock in her sweet mouth, sucking me. I wish I was looking at her pink nipples and plump breasts bouncing as she bobs on me, and my mind flashes to the visual of her last night in the window. I’d only seen her in baggy sweats and a baggy sweater, I didn’t realize what she had underneath. She was even more gorgeous than what I imagined.
And I had imagined her, I was already thinking about what she would look like. When we danced last night, I was wondering what it would be like for us to dance like that, naked, at home. Her tits brushing against my chest, her perky ass under my palm as I give her a spank. I was hard as a rock last night, too, embarrassing myself by not being able to walk off the dance floor when she clearly wanted to. To be honest, I could have let her go and adjusted my sweats discreetly, but I wanted those last two dances with her in my arms.
I can still hear her moan when I kissed her last night, and my balls get tight at the memory. I close my eyes,
“I’m gonna come, Bambi. What do you want me to do?” I ask as she greedily sucks on my head, swirling her tongue underneath it. “Bambi…”
“I want to take it. Give it to me, please,” she says, then places her mouth back over my shaft. Not able to fit the whole length, she’s using her hand to assist. But then she removes her hand and slams down on my full length, and I slip into her throat. I grip her head to me, hands fisting her hair. Between the sight of my girl on me and the feel of my tip hitting her deeply, I erupt, spilling my hot spurts down her throat while she continues sucking. Pulling out every single drop.
I open my eyes and see my hand fisting my cock while the last bit of my cum seeps from me, and my abdomen is covered in my own semen.Fuck, that might have been the best orgasm I’ve had in years. I’m still picturing the visual of Britain’s mouth on me and I’m already semi hard.Fuck. I guess it’s going to be a ‘cold showerbeforeworking out’ kind of a day.
After my shower, I throw on a pair of sweats and head downstairs for a cup of coffee. I’m almost to the bottom step when the sound of moving paper stops me in my tracks. Dread seeps down my spine. I take a slow step down to the floor, but there’s nothing but an empty great room. My mind is playing tricks on me.Fucking weird.
I turn the corner into my kitchen and halt.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”
“Who, me?” she asks, feigning ignorance, like always.
