Author's Note: All characters are 18 years of age or older.
Late morning sunlight poured in through the window, casting hues of yellow and orange across Lacy's room. She lay in bed neither awake nor asleep but in the dreamy twilight between. It was Saturday, so she felt no urgency to get up and start her day. Instead, she rolled onto her back and languorously brushed her hands down her lithe body to her panty-covered mound. The night before had been warm, so she wore only a white camisole and tiny beige thong.
Last night's dreams had been sensual and erotic, and she'd woken up wet and agitated with lingering arousal. With her head full of nothing but elicit thoughts, she slipped a hand under her waistband and circled a finger around her clit. She teased her wanton slit, dreaming of coarse hands on her body and hard cocks in her hungry fuckholes. The pressure of her full bladder only added to the intensity and eroticism of her morning masturbation session. Her thong was soon soaked through, so she slid the sodden crotch aside and exposed her moist pussy to the sun and air. A sweet, musky odor enshrouded her. She'd stayed up late and hadn't bathed the night before, so she smelled stronger than usual.
For long minutes, she lay half asleep in bed and pleasured herself, luxuriating in the pungent fragrance of her unwashed, horny morning pussy. While she stirred her creamy, smelly cunt with the fingers of one hand, she pressed a finger of the other into her spiraled dimple. The feeling of both her needy holes being penetrated was intense, and as she pushed a second digit up her ass, she imagined hard, thick cocks in place of her slender fingers. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and her hips undulated, a trickle of urine escaping along with her slick, white juices. The fingers in her ass moved faster, joyful flutters thrumming through her from the friction in her tightest orifice. A dank, earthy aroma joined the other scents wafting up from her crotch. She was writhing and gasping on the verge of climax when her mom knocked on the door.
"Lacy, are you up, yet?"
She stopped moving, but kept her fingers buried in her holes. A dribble of pee leaked involuntarily between her pleats, mixing with her white cream.
"I'm awake," she replied, voice shaking from riding her edge.
"It's almost noon, you should get out of bed. Don't you have a date with Simon today?"
She bolted upright, fingers slipping from her front and rear. How did it get so late already?
"Yeah, I'm going to get dressed and go." She gave her clit one last reluctant caress before licking the sweet cream from her fingers.
"Alright, I'm about to leave to the grocery store, so don't go back to sleep."
"I won't," she replied, smacking her lips as she sucked the bitter anal filth from her other fingers.
As Claire walked back to her bedroom, Lacy stripped off her top, hung her soaked panties up to dry, and rushed to take her morning piss. When she exited the bathroom naked, her mom was in the kitchen getting ready to leave. Claire pretended not to notice her daughter's wet pussy or the ripe, natural odor that emanated from her crotch. Lacy walked to the sink, ran the hand towel under the hot water, and started wiping herself down.
"I wish you wouldn't do that," Claire said as Lacy washed her breasts and armpits.
"Sorry, mom, I got up too late to take a shower."
"You could at least use your own washcloth in the bathroom."
"The hand towel is bigger and softer, though."
Claire sighed. Lacy always had a rebuttal for everything -- though Claire had been the same way at her age.
"Just be sure to toss that towel in the hamper. It's starting to stink."
She promised she would while Claire gathered her purse and walked out the door. After her mom was gone, Lacy hopped up on the counter and used the detachable sprayer to rinse her pussy and inner thighs. The warm spray felt good on her clit, and she had to keep herself from indulging her horny cunt. Afterward, she scrubbed the cloth between her thighs and crack to clean her sweat and juices. Then, she rinsed the cloth, wrung it out as best she could, and hung it back up.
In her room, she dug through her drawer trying to find the perfect pair of cute, sexy panties to wear. She settled on white floral print cheeky panties with pink lace trim which only had a slight smell from being worn recently and chose a sheer pink lace bra to go with it. She also picked out a short sleeve, low-cut, slate blue top and off-white pleated miniskirt that sat high on her thighs and just barely covered her butt. Gold hoop earrings and strappy, 4-inch black heels completed the look. After brushing her hair and fixing her makeup, she headed out the door to the mall.
The bus ride over was long and hot, but otherwise uneventful. By some miracle, she arrived exactly on time. She found a spot to sit near a big fountain in the center of the plaza where they agreed to meet and waited. While she idly scrolled her phone, the afternoon sun warmed her bare skin, and she wished they'd chosen a different spot to meet. Thankfully, she didn't wait long.
"Sorry for the delay. Traffic was surprisingly heavy."
She looked up to see Weaver standing over her, his shadow engulfing her. He wore a pair of knee-length gray shorts and a navy polo with a white collar.
"It's fine, I just got here, too."
"That's a cute outfit, did you dress up for me?"
"Don't be stupid," she replied.
"All the same, you look great."
"Whatever. Let's just hurry to the restaurant and get out of this heat."
They sat at a booth near a window that looked out over the plaza. Natural light illuminated the restaurant's cozy, modern interior -- all straight lines and flat colors. Red brick framed in chrome and glass. Lacy watched the people walking by for familiar faces. Though the mall lay on the opposite side of the city, she dreaded the possibility of someone recognizing them together. That she agreed to this date at all was a surprise to them both. Just four days had passed since her gangrape at the hands of Weaver and her teachers. The first day, he'd smartly kept his distance -- only texting to ask how she was and not pushing it when she responded hours later just to say she was sore. However, by the second day, her frosty attitude had started to thaw, and they texted normally. On day three, he floated the idea of going on a date while she was on her knees with his cock comfortably ensconced in her hungry throat. She hesitated at first but ended up accepting with noticeably little push-back.
"How is your volunteer work going?" he asked while they waited for the server to come and take their order.
"Good; I've almost finished my hours. I can't wait to have my evenings back."
