“It is,” I lift up the letter Charlotte wrote to me fourteen years ago. She gave it to me as I was getting ready to board my bus to start my new life in the military.
Her hands shake as she holds out the envelope and fat tears fall over her cheeks. I remember I looked over her head to see if Marcus might be with her, but he wasn’t. The friendship was already dead by then. Prom night could never be taken back.
“I don’t know how I’m going to get through you leaving. I don’t know how I’m going to keep living my life without you in it,” Lottie sniffed. At thirteen, she was tall for her age and her limbs seemed to be growing faster than her body.
“I’ll be back someday, I promise,” I answered.
“No, you won’t,” she cried. “I know I’ll never see you again.” I remember how her heartbreak made her voice crack. How her chin trembled as she tried, but lost the battle to hold back her tears.
“Listen, I’ll be back. You have my word on that,” I looked into her eyes. I knew for years that Lottie had a crush on me, but it wasn’t until that moment that I saw the depth of it. She’d always been my best friend’s little sister. The annoying one who tattled on us or tried to follow us around like a lost puppy dog. It wasn’t until I was ready to leave that I could see a glimmer of who she would grow up to become.
“I’ll miss you,” she wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, trying to be brave. Lottie pulled the envelope from her back pants pocket and shoved it into my hands then marched away quickly.
She didn’t know I watched her walk away. She didn’t know I saw her collapse against the doorframe to the bus station and shake as tears spilled from her. She didn’t know I witnessed her heart being torn in two. Because I boarded the bus, took my seat and watched from the window as it pulled away.
“You still have my letter? Why?” She searches my face with her chocolate eyes and leans into me.
“Because I wanted to remember what I was coming back here for,” I admit, “I promised you that I would return, remember?”
“I do,” her fingers intertwine with mine and she looks up at me with wonder.
“I’m a man of my word, Charlotte. That’s one thing you can always trust. I promised you I’d come back and I did. Your letter, through all these years, grounded me, it kept me rooted here, it brought me back here… to you.”
Charlotte leans into me, her breast brushing against my hand as her lips tenderly press against mine. I let go of the album and it drops to the floor as I scoop her up from the sofa and pull her into my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, my tongue presses against her lips and they open for me. I can taste her desire, the fire that never stopped burning for me, her desperate need. I know it all too well, it’s the same things I’ve been feeling since the night we went home together. Since the night destiny and fate danced through our lives and brought us back together.
15|Charlotte
I slide my legs open and my dress slips up around my waist. Through my panties, I can feel the heat of his hard cock pressed against me. My pussy clenches as I throw my shoulders back, pushing my breasts forward into Connor’s face.
He cups my ass, squeezing my cheeks hard, pulling them open so I can feel his rigid member urgently pressing into my mound. Connor combs his fingers through my hair, sweeping it to the side so he can unzip the back of my dress. Does this feeling ever go away? It feels like every time Connor fucks me, every time I give myself to him, my senses are overwhelmed. My heart threatens to beat out of my chest and my breathing grows ragged as I tremble with anticipation. I’ve never felt anything so intense before. It’s like my soul is jumping to the edge of my flesh, like a fish leaping from a pond, to graze against his. Each time, it feels like a tingling intensity rushing over me, like every cell in my body has woken from his touch.
Zwwwip!
He opens my dress and the light fabric slides down, exposing the cream-colored bra with little pink cherry blossoms on it, covering my full breasts.
Connor wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into him, nuzzling between my plump tits. He drags his tongue slowly over the tops, leaving a shimmering trail, marking me.
I didn’t even feel his hand on my bra strap until he flicked it open, my tits fall slightly as he quickly tugs the bra from my body and tosses it to the floor.
“You have such beautiful tits,” he growls and sucks my dusky nipple in over his rose petal lips as I flutter my eyelids closed. Rolling my head back, I press my breasts into his face as I grind down against his thick cock, wishing I could feel every inch of him stretch me out, claiming me as his.
“Oh!” My eyes spring open with surprise as I look down at Connor’s mischievous grin against my taut nipple. “That stung!” I give him a light swat but giggle at the conflicting sensation of the nip he just gave me with the even more vibrant pleasure of his swirling tongue soothing it.
Connor kisses a path to my other breast and I’m lost in a haze of pleasure as he presses my tits together in his hands and suckles and grazes them with the edge of his teeth until the pain and bliss almost bring me to the edge.
I’m humping him like a horny teenager in their parents’ basement, shamelessly rocking my hips and opening my legs as far as I can manage on this couch as he licks my sensitive nipples in a frenzy.
“Oh my! I’m gonna cum!” I grab his shoulders and a shiver runs over my entire body as my orgasm explodes through me. It’s fast, intense and crazy and I’ve never felt anything like it before. I’ve heard women say they could cum from just having their breasts teased or their earlobes sucked, but I never thought it was really possible. It sounded as unrealistic to me as those tantric people who claim to cum for four hours straight. A nice idea, but simply not possible.
“That was amazing,” I look down at Connor’s grin shyly.
“I’m only just getting started,” he smirks.
Before I have a chance to think, he stands up, carrying me over to the ladder leading to his loft.
“Get your sweet ass up there,” he places me on the floor in front of the first rung. “I’m not even close to done with you yet,” his green eyes twinkle and his scruff twitches as his lips slide into a sly smile. I turn around and begin climbing the ladder, extremely aware that he’s got a perfect view up my skirt of my pink thong, as I reach for each new rung.
Feeling naughty, I tug the dress up a bit higher and swing my hips so my ass is swaying in his face. I want to tease him, to make him crazy like he makes me.
Smack!
The sting spreads through my cheek as I look down with surprise. I can see the flame of desire burning behind his eyes, it’s overtaking him like a wildfire.
“What was that for?” I fake a protest.
“You’re being a bad girl, so I had to give your ass a slap,” he answers coyly
“Is that so?” I bite my lip and step up a little higher on the ladder, this time I shamelessly shake my ass like I’m getting paid on a pole. What can I say? Being a bad girl has never felt so good before.
Connor steps up behind me and gives my ass another firm slap and I close my eyes, enjoying the light burn travel over my cheek. “Mmmm,” I purr.
Suddenly he grabs my hips and yanks them backward, making my eyes fly open and my purr turn into a yelp. “Ahhh!” I cling onto the ladder frame and curl my toes around the rung as he yanks my hips back like a hinge.
“If you want to tease me like that, I’m not waiting until we get into the loft,” his voice is gravelly and gruff as he steps up behind me and twists his hands in my thong. Connor bunches the fabric in his hand and wraps it around his fist until I can feel it strain at the seams. He’s pulling hard enough that my ass is swinging back in the air as I try with all my might to hang on to the ladder. I’m already halfway up and don’t want to come crashing down.
The lace pops and pulls over my hip as it begins to give way. Connor growls, yanking hard and my thong is no match for his primal desires. The fabric snaps over my skin, bursting open and
he lets it fall to the floor below.
Connor holds my hips out at an angle tightly and pushes his head up between the back of my open thighs. The warmth of his wet tongue delves in past my lips and he laps up my juices as I groan. The tip of his tongue flickers against my clit and I almost let go of the ladder as the bliss overcomes me.
I cling on, wrapping my fingers around the wooden frame and close my eyes as Connor holds me in place, licking me slowly but purposefully, tasting me.
His tongue circles my clit as I squirm back against his touch. I can’t believe how quickly my body is reacting to him again after he just made me cum on the couch. I bite my lip with surprise as he drags his tongue back along my slit, back further still, until he reaches my asshole. For a moment, he flattens his tongue and presses it against me there.
I’ve never let anyone but him touch me there before. I’m not sure if I like it or not. It’s a completely new sensation and my pleasure is heightened by how naughty it makes me feel.
Connor slips his tongue back into my pussy, this time when he finds my clit he frantically thrashes his tongue over it in a relentless frenzy.
“Oh!” It’s all I can say. It’s all I feel. That one word seems to sum up the waves of ecstasy building inside me. My grip on the ladder gets harder and the wood digs into my skin as I surrender to the pleasure of his tongue. A shudder runs from the back of my neck down to my toes as another orgasm washes through the length of me like a tidal wave. Every muscle clenches tightly as I quake against him.
Connor pulls back and I almost forget where I am as I slump forward on the ladder.
“My knees are weak,” I whisper. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“Don’t worry about your knees,” he answers, nudging me up to the loft, “you’ll have plenty of time to rest your knees when you’re down on them sucking me off.”
16|Connor
Charlotte quickly makes her way up to my bedroom and I don’t waste anytime following her. I can taste her honey on my lips and it just makes me want more. I’m like an addict that can’t get enough of her. I need another fix and another after that. Except, in my case, there’s no cure. There’s no twelve-step program in the world that will make my body stop craving hers.
As I walk over to the bed, I strip off my shirt and watch as Charlotte lets her dress fall to the floor. I stop dead in my tracks and stare at her.
“You’re stunning,” I let my gaze lick every inch of her mocha skin, soaking in each supple curve, studying her, memorizing her.
Charlotte smiles over her shoulder, managing to distract me from her plump, round, perky ass. Somehow her sultry grin pulls my attention back up to her naturally beautiful face, and as an ass man standing in front of a woman with the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, that’s a true testament to her.
“I want to see your beautiful cock,” she murmurs, closing the gap between us. Her dainty hands quickly undo my belt and button, tugging down my zipper hastily. I push my pants and underwear down, stepping out of them and kicking them aside as Charlotte slides down to her knees.
Her big brown eyes meet mine as she licks her lips eagerly. “You want this don’t you,” I grab my cock by the base and she nods her head. “Say it,” I drag the tip just over her bottom lip and suppress a groan.
“I want it,” she whispers shyly, looking down at the floor.
“You want what?” I demand.
“I want to suck your cock,” she looks back up at me and I can see in her eyes that it’s true. She opens her full lips and slips them over the head. I push inside her mouth, savoring her wet warmth surrounding me as her eyes water. Charlotte grabs the base of my cock and slides her hand over it in unison with her bobbing head as I lean back against the railing and moan.
Watching her take every inch of my girth inside her mouth is almost enough to make me explode. The way she’s worshipping me as her tits bounce slightly with each pump of her hand. The way her eyes look up to me for approval. She’s the perfect mix of the good girl who’s bad just for me.
“Mmmm,” she swirls her tongue around my shaft and flickers it over the tip as I thrust forward, burying myself deeper in her mouth. The vibrations of her groans are almost too much, I’m gonna cum fast if she does that again. But I’m not done with her yet. I need to be inside her. I need to fuck her. It’s not a desire. It’s the instinct of a feral man who can only be tamed by her touch.
“Come here,” I step back and release myself from the suction of her mouth, instantly regretting my choice. Now that I’ve lost her lips around me, sucking me off, my need to fuck her just became more intense.
I lift her from the floor. “I’ve got to have you now,” I lay her on the bed and she nods.
“I want to feel you. All of you, Connor. Don’t worry about the condoms, they don’t matter, just fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” I’m not looking for her to change her mind, but there’s a small part of my rational brain that is still working.
“I’m sure,” she purrs.
I lie her on her back and grab my cock by the base, sliding it in her juices as she squirms beneath me.
“Put it in me, I need you,” she cries as I tease her.
I smile and grab her feet, throwing one over each of my shoulders as I hold my cock at her entrance and plunge inside her in one deep thrust. I don’t stop until my balls slap up against her ass and she yells my name.
“Connor! Oh!” She twists her hands in my blanket, clutching the comforter as I pin her to the bed and fuck her hard.
I bury myself inside her as her pussy clenches and contracts around me, hugging me, pulsing against me, driving me to the edge of my sanity.
I look down into her eyes and I can see the same swirling emotions reflecting back up at me that I feel inside. It’s as if Charlotte and I were meant for each other. Like all of this was destined to be.
My nuts lightly slap against her skin with every pump of my hips. I grab her ankles and straighten her legs, holding them out in a V as I fuck her recklessly and relentlessly.
“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” I begin to pull back.
“No!” She drags her nails across my back intensifying the pleasure with the pain. “I want you to fill me up, don’t stop! I need to feel you cum inside me,” she begs.
I know I shouldn’t do it, I know it’s stupid, but I can’t stop myself from bending to her will.
Holding her ankles tightly, I thrust into her pussy as deep as I can go. Her walls pulse around me, milking me for my seed while she begins to roll her head against the bed and shriek my name.
I can’t hold back any longer, I root inside her when the first spurt of cum flows from me. I groan loudly, letting go of her legs. I fall forward, pushing my hand under her head and kiss her as my cum splashes off her walls, and I fill her with my seed.
Little tremors run through me as my orgasm fades and I fall onto the bed fully, rolling to the side and pulling out of Charlotte.
I pull her onto my chest and draw invisible tattoos on her skin as I begin to drift into a peaceful sleep.
“I can’t believe you kept my letter,” she murmurs against me.
“Of course I did,” I mumble as the haze begins to take me over. “You’ve always meant more to me than you thought,” I answer and let my eyelids fall heavily closed as my breathing grows deeper.
I can’t be sure, it may have been a whisper, or I may have started dreaming, or it could just be the sound of a summer breeze outside playing tricks on my mind, but before the world completely fades away, I thought I heard, “I love you.”
17|Charlotte
Shimmering streaks of sunlight glint across my face making hues of red dance behind my eyelids. I stretch my hands up over my head and take a second to remember how I got into a bed that isn’t my own. I’ve never been the kind of girl who woke up to blurry memories of the man lying next to me in a stranger’s bed. Not that Connor is a stranger. Far from it. A smile kisses my lips
and my eyelids flutter open as I roll over and look at how peaceful his face is when he’s sleeping. My fingers draw a line over his jaw, enjoying the soft scruff drag over my skin.
“Too early,” his voice creaks and he flips onto his back, flopping a pillow over his face.
I can’t help but laugh as I hear his light snores fill the air. Who knew that someone who spent so much time in the military wouldn’t be a morning person? I figured Connor would be up before the first roosters poked their heads out at dawn to tell the cow farmers to get milking.
I’ve got to pee. I should get my ass down that ladder. The image of Connor eating my pussy from behind while I clung onto the rails for dear life sweeps through my mind. It’s almost enough to push my thoughts of finding the bathroom out of my head.
The pregnancy test.
My stomach does a double backflip and I sit up straight as I feel the blood drain from my face. I never meant to shoplift it, but there was no way I could let Connor see what I was there for. I want to know for certain before I get into all of that with him. Things are complicated enough as it is.
I know I didn’t mean to steal it, but I’m glad I did. I may have never taken a pregnancy test before, but I know that you’re supposed to use your first pee of the morning. Now is as good a time as any while Connor is sleeping.
I pad across the loft and make my way down the ladder, quickly grabbing my purse and rushing into the bathroom. As the door clicks shut behind me, my heart pounds in my chest. I can hear the rhythm of my fear drumming in my ears.
I lean against the door and open my worn, leather purse, clutching the cardboard box in my hand. It takes an enormous amount of concentration to read the instructions as my thoughts ping-pong back and forth in my brain.
You’re pregnant. What are you going to do?
No, you’re not. Don’t be so dramatic.
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