The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. Where Lucy had been the night before lay only the faintest of impressions coupled with a slight chill in the otherwise warm room. I stared into the middle for a few minutes, recollecting the night before, trying to grasp the fleeting memories of the transcendent sensations I had experienced the night before. Alas, the more I attempted to catch these, the quicker they fluttered away, burning in the early morning's sun like a dream upon waking.
I lay back, a bittersweet ripple flowing through my body. Had any of it been real? Those brown eyes, shimmering bronze pieces of seduction, smoldered in my mind. The scent of strawberries clung to the back of my mind like cheap cologne, but I didn't care. I found it odd that, after such a crazy night, the things I could think about the most weren't the crazy sensations on my cock, but the gentle, intimate moments, like her hair brushing against my face or the gentle warmth of her lips.
I sighed. Then I sighed again. I rolled my head to look at where she had laid and felt another ripple flow through me. I had an urge to see her again, to share myself with her. The antagonistic part of my head was going crazy, telling me that she was a ghost and this was wrong and I should just forget about her, but I couldn't.
Reluctantly, I got out of bed, showered, and got ready for work. I heard no giggles and moans as I washed myself, felt no eyes watching me. In fact, for the first time since I moved into the house, I felt truly alone. Maybe it all had been one crazy dream. Maybe the last six months was like when you remember a dream in a dream and you have to try and figure out if the it actually happened in the past or if you dreamed it while you were dreaming. I questioned time itself.
As I stood in front of the steamy mirror with my toothbrush buzzing away at my molars, I told myself to forget about it. Dwelling would do nothing and at least the memories, or what I assumed to be memories, would make for good jerk material in the future.
Work was boring. Program this, debug that, document this. Angela spoke to me but I didn't listen. I felt bad afterward because, for all I knew, I was blowing her off for a memory of a dream. I didn't even think about her tits, or how she had grinded against my cock the day before in the back alley. In fact, all I thought about was strawberries, bronze, and melodious giggles.
Lunch came and went. I had a burrito from a food truck outside my business. Usually, i was hyped for the burrito truck because they moved around and popped up at work once or twice a month, but today I was just a little excited. Not gonna lie, though, it was a really good burrito. Eating made me feel a bit less melodramatic and I actually began to focus on Angela a bit more. Throughout the rest of the day, our banter back and forth had turned all of my attention to her. I had assumed that last night with Lucy had just been a dream, a culmination a need for release from Angela's teasing coupled with me processing the haunting of my house.
"Hey champ, what ya doing after work?" Angela asked me as we approached the end of the work day.
"Oh, you know, probably go home and masturbate to you or something" I joked. Well, mostly joked.
Angela blushed and adjusted her breasts within her shirt and looked up at me. "Well... Why don't we finish what we started yesterday instead?"
I raised my eyebrows. "You mean?"
She shoved me against the wall and put her hand on my chest, leaning in. "I mean I want you to fuck my brains out."
I'm wasn't sure then and even now I don't know how exactly you're supposed to respond to that. So I just pecked her on the lips and said "Okie dokie."
She looked at me incredulously. "Okie dokie?!"
"Hey, you came on pretty strong."
"Says the man who said he was gonna jerk off to me!"
"Well..."
Angela tossed her head back and laughed. "Good thing you're hot, moron."
I smirked and shoved her playfully, my hand pushing into her breast.
"Hey now, save it for the bedroom."
*******
We crashed through my bedroom door, causing it to smash into the wall. Her mouth melded with mine and our tongues danced around each other like two fencers in deadly combat. Part of me couldn't believe this was happening and another part was screaming that this was overdue. Angela and I had been flirting since we first met two years ago and now, I was finally going to fill her with cum.
We stripped each other's clothes off, throwing them on the floor. I shoved her on the bed and grabbed my cock, waddling my way up to her face.
"Oh yeah? You want me to suck it? Be your little slut?" she groaned as she licked her lips. I answered by shoving my cock into her mouth, which she greedily accepted. Years of built up sexual tension between us exploded like a supernova.
Glug glug glug glug
I rammed my cock in and out of her throat and when I stopped, she shoved me down herself. Pulling her hair, I thrust myself as far into her as I could and held it there for several moments, feeling the spazz and suction of her throat as she tried to gasp for air. The more she squirmed, the deeper I shoved myself. Finally, I ripped my dick from her mouth and she inhaled violently. It was long and ragged, and she shuddered with what I assumed to be delight because she wiped the ropes of spit and precum from her chin and stared into me eyes.
"Do it again, daddy."
I hmm'd at the daddy thing because I found it weird, but I crammed myself back down her throat, this time moving in and out.
"Gug- Hard-gug- HARDER-gug!"
And so I did. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock into her face so hard I thought I would break her. Drool and precum flowed down from her chin and onto her tits and my balls as assaulted her throat. She tapped my thigh and I pulled out, stopping. I knelt down next to her.
"You okay?"
"Guh-uh yeah sniff I just need a moment. That was a lot of cock" she laughed. I sat next her, my hand exploring her body.
"Why don't I return the favor and you relax?"
"sniff Oh? You mean?"
I grabbed her legs and pulled them out from under her, opening them to reveal her glistening gash.
"I mean I'm going to eat your pussy and you're going to like it."
"Oh-"
Before she could protest, my mouth was on her pussy, lapping at her moist, warm lips. Apparently sucking me off had REALLY turned her on, because she was incredibly wet. I ran my lips across hers, giving her the French treatment. Kissing the labia, I worked my up to her clit.
It was swollen with arousal, bright pink. I giggled as I slid it between my lips and sucked, flicking it with my tongue. I heard a gasp rise out of her as I slobbed her tiny knob and let myself into her vagina, tasting the wetness of her walls.
"You taste really good, Angie" I muttered.
She chuckled and moaned as I resumed my treatment of her lady, eventually inviting my finger to the game. I rubbed her clit gently and traced her lips while kissing her gash, her wetness tracing lines from her to my mouth.
It was when I returned my tongue to her hood that she came. Her pussy quivered and her thighs clenched my head, keeping my mouth where it was. I thought for a second she would crush my skull, and then I thought what a beautiful death that would be. A screaming moan and divulgence of juices later, she released me, panting.
"And now, I'm going to fuck you" I said, grabbing my rock hard cock and sliding it into her still quivering sex. She gasped in shock and her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in. My cock pushed through her thick, sopping walls. I shot my head back in pleasure as I slithered myself in and out of her, irking out her juices on every backstroke.
I leaned forward and grabbed her arms, forcing them behind her head. I continued to bang on her walls, increasing my thrust and speed until her face begged for mercy. Instead, I kissed her savagely, deeply. Releasing one of her hands, which sought its way to her clit, I grabbed her breast and massaged it, squeezing and twisting her nipple. She broke free of my grip and pushed herself up to my shoulder, her legs now a vice grip that undulated in sync with my thrusts. As I felt lightning shoot through my cock, she moved up to my shoulder and bit me.
Her teeth sank into me as I came into her warmth. The juxtaposition of pain and pleasure caused me to cry out and I felt like I had been hit by a truck. She quivered around me, pulsing. As her mouth released me, I pulled out, flaccid and covered in her cream. From her came a waterfall of thick whiteness, a naughty, indulgent mixture of both of our efforts. It slowed to a trickle, pooling below her on the bedsheets.
I collapsed next to her, panting.
"Damn."
"Yup."
I rolled over and grabbed the closest breast and began to casually play with it.
"We should have done that a lot sooner," she said, turning her head to face me. She crinkled her nose as I saw her squeeze her hips and heard a squelch as she moved more of us out of her.
