CHAPTER1
Black hairjust long enough for me to grab.
Blue eyes that pierce through me.
He won’t look away, and I can’t either.
Not as his hands run over my body.
Not as I rake my nails down his back.
Not as thrusts himself deeper and deeper into me.
Hot.
Sweaty.
Amazing.
Abso-fucking-lutely amazing.
My back arches.
His mouth connects with my right nipple.
That’s all I need.
I’m going to come.
I’m going to come.
I’m going to—
The alarm rings.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I scowl and grab my phone and turn it off. Ugh. Why couldn’t I have had a few more minutes?
That dream. It wasn’t just a dream.
It was a memory.
From this summer.
The guy… I didn’t even know his full name. Just his first name. Rob.
That is not my normal MO, having a one-night stand. Normally, I wouldn’t say that I’m prude, but I’ve never just had sex like that before. Not that Rob took my virginity. I dated a guy for six months. On prom night, I decided to go all the way. It had been… a bit lackluster, let’s just say. And his cock, I ever realized that it didn’t get all that hard. We had done a lot of stuff before hat night, but it just wasn’t any good. And when I asked him to help me get there once he was done—which, by the way, only took five thrusts—he refused. It wasn’t as if he had to worry about a mess because he wore a condom, of course, but yeah. So long as he got off, that was all that mattered.
The next morning, I dumped him.
Oh, and there was this guy named Billy. After a few weeks, he started to pressure me into sleeping with him. I brushed him off every time, but I didn’t stop seeing him. One time, he decided no didn’t really mean no and tried to force me to take off my clothes, talking about everything he wanted to do with me. I cooperated just enough that I could get into position, and then I kneed his erection as hard as I could. The howl he made! I swear I could’ve woken the dead. He went straight down, cradling his junk, huge tears streaming from his eyes as he screamed obscenities at me, but I didn’t care, and I didn’t feel bad at all. He deserved it, the fucker.
After that, Erika suggested I take karate lessons with her. That had been a blast. That was also around the time that she got her bike, Moonlight.
Rob brings my sex count up to three. My senior year, I wasn’t really dating anyone. So much shit went down last year that I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
My best friend Erika disappeared. I later learned that I couldn’t fault her for just up and leaving, but her not being here when shit hit the fan…