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Chapter 3
"You know you are one crazy person", Katherine mumbled as she curled into the fetal position under the covers. "I can't believe you want to go out with Jamie after all he put you through." That last statement wrecked my heart with guilt. I'd been with Jamie for so long that I didn't have the courage to let my family know we'd broken up due to me losing my mind at the thought of being penetrated. I never really told a complete lie, but when my parents assumed he broke it off, I didn't correct them. I just needed to escape their questioning and prodding. This was one of my character flaws. I would always allow people to come to their own conclusion, as long as it resulted in what I wanted.
So, I guess Katherine is right; I am a crazy person. But, I can one up her, because I have just realized I am also a manipulator. An addict, a manipulator, a crazy, a virgin, and mostly alone. How messed up can one person be? If I am truly committed to being alone, I need to fix these things about myself. Maybe not the virginity part because that means I am going to have to let someone in there. Which is NOT happening!
"Can I tell you something without you hating me", I whispered while staring at the ceiling.
"Of course. Unless it's that you slept with Tom. I don't have the strength to murder you this time of night, morning or whatever you want to call it", Katherine joked trying to lighten the mood. She was never good at heartfelt conversations.
"Tom wishes!" I chuckled after I was greeted with a pillow blow to my face. "In all serious Juicy, I have misled you, mom, and dad." I had to pause right here. My heart is beating out of my chest. How do you tell the person you know will defend your honor to the ground that you're really not that honorable? You can't - I mean I can't. I need to use my lovie. I can't do this right now. Yes, lovie always brings me back to sanity.
"What is it Sissy? You can tell me anything", Katherine turned to face me after I took a little too long to continue.
I looked her in the eye and said, "I have to use the rest room". In one swift movement, I grabbed the lovie from where I hid it under my bed and ran to the bathroom. After staring at myself in the mirror fighting back tears and repeating my mantra under my breath, "If I spend the rest of my life regretting my decisions I will die tomorrow." I finally raised the hand that was holding my lovie to eye level. I contemplated its pleasure and considered how much I valued its presence. Was it really worth it? Lovie was an overnight bag staple. I would even bring it with me to Carter's house when I spent the night. When he went to the shower or to the kitchen for breakfast I would bring out lovie for a morning session. At night after he was asleep, I would slide to the floor, grind lovie until my release, and return to spoon him for the remainder of the night. I didn't see anything wrong with it until he caught me the second time.
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Six months ago...
I imagined what it would feel like to have my mouth totally clasped around him. Would he be sweet and salty or salty and savory? Would he grab the back of my head and steadily thrust into my mouth leaving me with no other choice but to wrap my lips around my teeth to protect and massage his shaft? Would he understand the joy I experienced from the understanding that every ounce of his pleasure was provided by me? Would he send his hand southward to test my arousal? Would the knowledge of what he found there cause him to drive deeper and deeper into my hungry mouth? Yes, it would. Yes, it would! This affirmative answer encouraged my hips to flail vigorously upon my lovie. My breathing was labored by my approaching orgasm and my low moans were from pure excitement. Right as my body was about to release, I felt my hips fly into the air and pussy was met with the blessing of kisses from warm soft lips. With my body already on edge, he sucked my clit as if he were taking a long sip from a straw receiving refreshing drink and I was undone. I began to buck in his face and let out moans that were mostly caught in my throat due to my intense spasms.
As soon as I came down, he laid me across his lap and rubbed my bottom. I sighed in contentment but was immediately returned to full alert by an abrupt slap and the subsequent stinging of my behind. Before I could bring my hand around to protect myself, I felt another firm slap. Then the third brought tears to my eyes. The fourth and final contact was followed gentle kneading and rubbing. "Why did you do that", I whined.
"You promised to let me help you the next time you needed to cum. If I didn't come in here and catch you, you would've broken that promise. I deserved some retribution. This spanking satisfied your debt." Carter took a deep break, "Let me ask you one thing K, didn't my mouth make you feel better than humping that rag?"
The answer to this question was yes, but I didn't want to have to explain that using my lovie was a comfort thing; almost like a nervous tick. I had use it at some point during the day or I wouldn't feel whole. This would only lead him to believe he didn't complete me which wasn't at all true. Then I thought of what to say, "You make me feel amazing. I just feel guilty asking you to help me out when I am not ready to return the favor. Heck, I haven't even seen it before. What kind of girl would I be to put you through that?" Yep, that should make him feel better about the whole thing. But, I was wrong.
"Karen, are you ready to move forward in this relationship or not?"
"What do you mean? You know I am."
"No, I know you like to rub your clit on some stupid ass piece of cloth instead of being with your man. I know you call me on the phone when you are at home and tell my how you want to suck my dick... excuse me suck my "penis" but back out when the opportunity arises. I know I am ready to be with you the way a man is supposed be with his woman and you need to decide what you really want. While you are deciding, I think it is best if you stop sleeping over here", he calmly stated.
"Do you want your key back?"
