I don’t know if it was because I was used to having sex every few hours now or if I just couldn’t cope without Vicky. Either way, I was getting increasingly tense.
Vicky refused to let me join her when she spoke to her mom. She blamed her auntie who apparently said it was too soon to introduce me. I knew that wasn’t true, but I still had no clue what was going on. What Patrick had told me was… unsettling. I considered confronting Vicky with the information, but knew there had to be a reason why no one else had told her. Until I knew all the details I didn’t want to go further.
Vicky made an excuse for not taking the phone call at home and said she was going outside to talk to her mom somewhere private. Just as she left, she announced that she was going to ride her bike there instead of drive. This was my chance to find out what was going on. As soon as she was out of sight, I grabbed one of the spare bikes from the garage and followed her.
She cycled as cautiously as she rode, so the only challenge was keeping far enough back that she didn’t see me if she looked around. The trip took me to a part of the town I didn’t even know existed. There was a small shopping district that had a convenience store, a couple of takeout restaurants, and a few small offices that looked like they might contain dentists or tax accountants.
Vicky cycled up to the district and padlocked her bike up against one of the railings. She didn’t do a very good job of it. She wrapped the lock around the front wheel which meant anyone could steal the back wheel and the frame of the bike. Front wheels were easily replaceable so that would be appealing to a thief.
I could have snatched the back wheel and the frame and run off with them to teach her a lesson. Fortunately for Vicky she lived in a relatively upscale area, so bike theft was probably low, but she would need to be more careful in Cambridge. Bikes were everywhere in that city and where there were bikes there were bike thieves.
I kept my distance and watched as Vicky sat down on a bench. She took her phone out of her purse, but it didn’t look like she was dialing anyone. A few moments later my phone vibrated with a message from Vicky. I panicked, thinking she had spotted me and was asking what the hell I was doing, but when I opened the message I saw that she was merely asking if I wanted her to pick up any food on the way home.
I sent a quick reply telling her not to bother and wishing her good luck with the conversation. She sat on the bench until one o’clock and then stood up. She walked over to a small building next to a Chinese take-out. The only thing indicating the building was not vacant was an open sign on the front door. After waiting around for ten minutes I decided to approach. The building had large windows, but the blinds were shut from the inside so unless Vicky happened to peek out she wouldn’t be able to see me.
When I got within ten feet of the building I could read the list of services provided inside. If I needed any more confirmation that Patrick had been telling the truth then I was staring directly at it. Vicky had a problem. A big problem, and unlike the situation at Cambridge, I didn’t know if this was one I would be able to help her with.
I’d be leaving the country in less than a month’s time. I had to leave; my visa was expiring. It was bad enough that we were going to be torn apart—possibly forever—but we didn’t have enough time to deal with this problem. She must have been suffering for years. I didn’t know if I could help in just a few weeks, but I was damn sure going to try.
Vicky could come out any second, so I quickly walked away and went back to hang out behind some nearby trees. My phone vibrated and again I panicked thinking that Vicky had spotted me. She hadn’t spotted me, but I almost wish she had. The message was from Naomi and was far worse.
Peek-a-boo, I don’t see you. The message was quickly followed by a selfie of Naomi standing outside Vicky’s house.
Don’t fucking move, I replied. The last thing Vicky needed right now was a run in with Naomi. Hell, the last thing anyone needed was a run in with Naomi. I had to get rid of her and fast.
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I cycled back home as fast as I could. The bike was old and the gears didn’t work properly, so I was stuck pedaling furiously and hardly getting anywhere. I barely looked as I crossed roads and jumped traffic lights to the beeping of car horns and cursing of drivers.
Despite barely working up a sweat on ten mile runs, by the time I got back to the house I was dripping in sweat and out of breath. It was more from panic than physical exhaustion, but I would definitely need a shower before Vicky came home.
Naomi was sat on the doorstep when I got back to the house. She’d made herself comfortable as if it were her home and she had just forgotten her key. She had crazy written all over her. I couldn’t believe I’d been stupid enough to have sex with her.
There’s a fine line between eyes that contained sexual desire and outright craziness. Usually I could tell the difference, but this time I had completely misjudged. Naomi certainly had intense sexual desires, but she was also crazy as they came. Coming all the way from California to track me down in a small town outside London when I had clearly told her not to definitely fit within the definition of crazy.
I stormed up the driveway and was in front of her before she noticed me.
“Get up,” I yelled.
Naomi stood up and, completely missing the tone in my voice, threw her arms around me and said how good it was to see me again.
“The feeling is not mutual,” I replied. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came here to see you of course,” Naomi said, as if it were a completely natural thing to do. “You are a hard man to find.”
“That’s because I didn’t want you to find me. Don’t you think if I’d wanted to see you I would’ve just told you where I was staying.”
“I assumed you were just embarrassed,” she said, the smile still visible on her face. She was responding to my words, but not reacting to them. She still assumed I was pleased to see her. “One minute you’re living in some fancy London penthouse and the next you’re stuck out here in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Don’t worry, I understand that something is going on with your mom. I don’t care baby, I still love you.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned loudly. I grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the front of the house. I could have just thrown her off the property, but that wouldn’t have gotten rid of her. She would’ve still hung around and then Vicky would have seen her when she returned home. I had to convince her to leave here for good.
I dragged her around to the back garden and behind one of the large trees where we had a degree of privacy from the two neighboring houses that had a view of the garden. You never knew who might be watching.
“You need to listen to me very carefully,” I said slowly. “I do not want you here. I don’t want you at all. I fucked you, but now I’m done with you. Do you understand?”
“You just got scared,” Naomi said. “I get it. You’re not used to falling in love with girls, but we had something special and I’m prepared to give you a second chance. I know you’ve been with other women since me, but I bet those women don’t do the kind of things we did.”
I partly had myself to blame for this. Naomi was one of those women who wanted to think that ideas like having sex in the car or using handcuffs in bed were completely original and something I hadn’t done before. I’d gone along with it, because she had big firm breasts and gave good head. Good enough to overrule what my mind was telling me.
“You were nothing special,” I said. “I’ve had better before you, and I’ve had better since.”
“You don’t mean that,” Naomi said. A hint of doubt crept into her voice, but quickly disappeared. “You’re just scared of being in a relationship.”
“You’re right,” I confessed. “I am scared of being in a relationship. Being in a relationship with you, anyway. I can’t think of anything scarier.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t miss this,” she said, as she grabbed my hand and thrust it between up her skirt agai
nst her pussy. I pulled away instantly, but she wasn’t wearing any panties so my fingers brushed against her wetness.
“You’re fucking crazy. Just because you need to get laid doesn’t give you the right to come out here and make demands of me.” I’d once heard similar words from a woman I’d been chasing in my younger days. The irony was not amusing.
“You loved fucking me. Don’t deny it. And I’m prepared to do whatever you want now. Do you still want to shove your cock up my ass? Do it. Right now. I don’t care, I just want you so much.”
I hadn’t ever pressured her to have anal sex, so she must be confusing me with someone else. This girl really was crazy.
“You need to leave,” I said slowly. “You need to leave and not come back.”
Naomi responded by turning her back to me and lifting up her skirt to reveal her nakedness. She bent forward slightly and leaned against a tree. I could see her asshole and the pussy I had eaten many times before but which now held no appeal in the slightest. Since when had eating pussy not held appeal? I knew the answer to that question, but didn’t want to go down that rabbit hole just yet.
“Put that nasty thing away,” I commanded. I figured insulting her would eventually get through, but it didn’t seem to be working. All she did was reach a finger between her legs and start parting her pussy lips. She inserted a finger inside and moaned.
“You don’t need a condom,” Naomi said. “I want to be filled with your cum. I don’t care if it’s in my pussy or my ass. Just fill me up.”
“This is wrong and you need to get out of here.” I went to grab her hair, being careful to avoid getting anywhere near her ass, when I heard the sound of a foot crunching on leaves behind me.
I turned to look at Vicky. She must have been walking her bike towards the garage when she overheard us and came to investigate.
“Who’s this ho?” Naomi asked. She turned to look at Vicky, but made no effort to pull down her skirt.
“I was about to ask the same question,” Vicky said. She looked at me for a few seconds and then let her bike fall to the floor before running back into the house.
“Come on then,” Naomi said. “Are you going to do me or what?”
I ran indoors, climbed the stairs two at a time, and flew into my room, slamming the door behind me. Caiden hadn’t cheated on me. I’d been stood behind him for long enough that I heard him try to get rid of her. She had an American accent, so I assumed she was an ex-girlfriend from back home. She sounded batshit crazy and hadn’t blinked an eye when she saw me standing there even though she had her skirt pulled up and her pussy showing for all to see.
A part of me was relieved to see that Caiden had bad choice in women, because judging by what Oliver tried to do to me, I was a poor judge of character as well. At least now Caiden couldn’t criticize me for being naïve when it came to men.
My anger stemmed from the fact that this crazy bitch had found her way to my home and revealed herself in my back garden. It was also a sharp reminder that Caiden had a life back in America; a life that he would soon be going back to.
I looked out the window to see Caiden forcibly removing the woman from my home. He practically threw her onto the street and then yelled at her, presumably telling her to go away and not come back, and then he turned around and walked back into the house.
He didn’t run, but his slow, deliberate footsteps came ever closer until he walked right into my room.
“That wasn’t what it looked like,” he said. he wasn’t apologizing as such; he looked far too angry to that right now.
“She was bent over and waiting for you to take her,” I said. “That’s what it looked like. What exactly was going on?” I didn’t tell him I’d overheard a lot of the conversation. I wanted to hear his side of the story first.
“Naomi is an ex-girlfriend from back home. Not even an ex-girlfriend really. We fooled around a bit, but we were never in a relationship.”
“Why did you bring her here?” I asked. “I fail to believe you invited her here for a cup of tea and biscuits.”
“I never brought her here,” Caiden said. “I ignored all her messages and told her not to come, but she found out I lived here and made the trip anyway. She’s crazy. Before I knew it she was bending down and lifting up her skirt begging me to fuck her.”
“You don’t usually rejects such offers,” I said.
“I do actually. All the time. I don’t just fuck every girl who begs for it and I haven’t fucked any other girls since we’ve been… doing whatever it is we’re doing.”
“Life must be so difficult for you, getting all these invites from strange and beautiful women. I bet you can’t wait to get back home.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Besides, it’s not like you couldn’t have men eating out the palm of your hand as well. Just wait till you start college. You’ll be surrounded by men trying to get inside your pants. Especially if you’re fucking stupid enough to let strangers buy you drinks.”
“Fuck you. How dare you. I knew him and had no reason to think he would do something like that.”
“Well you had better wise up and learn how the world works before something bad happens.”
“Something bad has already happened. I’ve ended up with you.”
“You don’t mean that,” Caiden said.
“Actually, I do.” I couldn’t lie to Caiden, but I could say things convincingly when they had a foundation in the truth, and this did. Being with Caiden was bad. I didn’t care that he’d taken my virginity, but I did care that he’d consumed my attention for the entire summer and that I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking of him when I started university.
We both said this would just be about having fun for a few months, but at some point it had gone way past that. How could I just put him to one side when university started and move on with my life. I was mad at him and mad at myself.
“This should never have happened,” I said calmly. “None of it.”
“You’ve loved every minute of it,” Caiden said as he came and stood in front of me.
I could feel my bed behind me rubbing against the back of my legs. With Caiden just a foot in front of me and the bed behind me there was usually only one way things would end.
“It shouldn’t have happened,” I said again.
“But it did. It happened again and again and again. And it hasn’t stopped yet.”
“We need to put an end to this.”
“Put an end to what? The sex? The way you suck my dick like it’s candy? The way you come on my face when I’m eating your pussy?”
“All of it,” I said. My heart raced in my chest as I tried to imagine what would happen if Caiden agreed. If he just took my words at face value and walked away then I wouldn’t know what to do. With my words I told him to leave, but with my eyes I told him to take me.
Caiden stared at me. Not taking his eyes from mine, he slowly unbuckled his belt then unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.
“Suck. My. Cock.”
I kept my eyes on his. I knew if I looked down at the meat standing erect between his legs I wouldn’t be able to resist taking it in my mouth. As it was, it took all my strength not to reach out a hand and grip him just to feel his cock pulsing in my hand.
“Get down on your knees and suck it,” he commanded again.
I caved. I looked down and saw the pre-cum glistening on the tip of his head. I needed to walk away, but instead I felt myself dropping to the floor and landing on my knees. I ran my tongue along the tip to taste the salty goodness. I loved licking that bit; it was like sampling the wine before the waiter poured a full glass. I approved of the vintage and opened wide to take Caiden’s shaft inside my mouth.
I had plenty of practice at sucking his cock now, and I could get my lips all the way to the base after a few minutes of loosening up my throat. Every time I pulled my head away I sucked hard so that it made a loud ‘pop’ sound as my lips released his cock.
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��d tried to give head by making as little noise as possible, as if it weren’t ladylike to slurp on a cock. Caiden soon told me that the more noise the better, so now I sucked and slurped on it as loudly as possible.
My saliva trailed from my lips to his cock as I pulled my mouth away. It looked messy as hell, but Caiden loved looking down at me when I looked like that. I took a deep breath and let my lips moved down his cock, all the way to the base. Caiden grabbed the back of my head and held me there for a few seconds before letting go. I pulled away quickly, gasping for breath, but quickly getting my lips back around his cock.
Caiden’s fingers wove into my hair as he started taking control of the pace. The closer he came to coming, the less it became about me sucking his cock and more about him fucking my mouth. My reactions were primal. I knew that after he came he would eat my pussy, so as he fucked my mouth harder and harder, my pussy started getting wetter in anticipation of what was to come.
Caiden usually gave me a warning before he came, but we were going at it with as much anger as we were sexual passion so it didn’t feel right to talk. I wanted to pretend this was bad even though I needed his cock as much as I needed to breathe the air.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and kept my head held just in front of him. He tugged hard on his cock and I closed my eyes just in time as his spray of spunk splashed onto my cheeks, into my mouth, and went pretty much everywhere else, including my hair.
We joked sometimes about how hard it was to get cum out of my hair, but now wasn’t the time for jokes. Now was the time for angry fucking.
Caiden pulled me up by my hair and then pushed me onto the bed. He pulled off my jeans and panties while I removed my top and bra. He tried to get his face between my legs, but instead I grabbed his hair and pulled him onto the bed, pushing him onto his back as he fell. I always laid on my back while he ate me, but not this time. I wanted to ride his face like I rode his cock.
I straddled him and scooched up to his face, before lowering my pussy down onto his lips. He pushed his tongue deep inside me while I rubbed my clit with my fingers. His tongue was able to go deeper and reach parts of me he couldn’t while I was laying on my back. Caiden eagerly explored every part of me he could reach until he finally pushed my fingers away and started sucking on my bud.
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