Finding Jaime

by Dawn, P.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Disclaimer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19.

  Acknowledgments

  Finding

  Jaime

  P. Dawn

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  Chapter 1

  Dicks.

  God, how many dicks have I taken in my twenty-four years on this planet? Fifty-eight, I think, not including the repeats.

  How many have given me satisfaction, or at least a little bit of what everyone describes as a fucking orgasm? Exactly zero. Yes, none of the dicks I’ve sat on, ridden on, gyrated on…none have taken me to that special place my friends tell me is like reaching Nirvana.

  ‘Maybe you just haven’t found the right guy?’ They ask me. ‘Maybe you just can’t come?’

  Fuck that, I know I can come. Shit, I’ve lost count the number of times I’ve had to go and finger bash myself to get off. Yeah, I know how it feels to come, but I want to know what it's like for somebody else to make that happen for me.

  I roll off the guy I’m currently fucking after putting in the best fake performance of my life and sigh.

  “Fuck, Jaime, that was incredible,” he moans and sits up. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

  I can’t look at him as he removes the condom from his softening cock. “Well, you know me, Dan, I aim to please.”

  “Bran.”

  “What?” I look at him as he rolls his eyes.

  “My name is Bran, not Dan.”

  I cringe for forgetting his name—not that it hasn’t happened before. “Oh, yeah, sorry. In my defence, it sounds the same and the club was pretty fucking noisy.”

  He visibly relaxes. “Yeah, I guess it was. Anyway, I should get going.” He begins to dress without cleaning himself up, and I retch internally.

  “Sure.” I can’t wait for him to get the fuck out so I can flick my bean and shove my vibrator into my pussy.

  “Hey, I’m not trying to ditch you—”

  “Dan, I don’t want anything more than this, you know. I’m not about to start looking for rings and shit. We both came up here to fuck, and that’s what happened.”

  Fifty-nine.

  Good,” he sighs and zips up his jeans. I can see the sweat rolling down to his waistband, and I want to hurl. “I just can’t do relationships right now.”

  My anger begins to surface, and I can’t take any more of his shit. I’ve had enough with guys thinking I want more than a casual fuck. I’ve had no interest in dating any of them.

  “Did I say I wanted a relationship?” I snarl, and he shakes his head. “Then what the fuck are you talking about? I don’t want to date, and I don’t want to fuck you again either. So, if you’d close the door on the way out so I can finish myself off, that’d be great.”

  I watch as his eyes widen. “But you…”

  I repeat the moans and begin to rub my tits, stroking my nipples. “Oh yes, your dick feels so good.” I stop and laugh.

  “You’re a bitch, Jaime,” he snaps. “I’m glad to fucking get out of here. You did nothing for me either. In fact, I’m going to find that hot brunette in the red dress.”

  “I did nothing?” I sit up and look down to the condom dangling from his fingers. “Sure looks like a lot of nothing in that rubber, Dan.”

  “Fuck you!” he spits and storms out of my shared apartment and slams the door.

  “Don’t worry. I will!” I call back, giggling as I reach into my drawer. “Hello beautiful,” I say to my six-inch smooth vibrator. “Fuck, I need this.”

  I switch on the power at the base and insert the tip inside of my hole. My pussy clenches around it as I begin to tease my clit with my other hand. My head falls back, and I close my eyes, my pink friend reaching further inside me and I feel the wetness leaking out between my greedy lips. They want more and so do I. I push further, pressing harder against my hot, pulsing nub and I hit my cervix with the tip. My toes begin to curl, and I twist my wrist, hitting every single part of my G-spot with my vibrator, and the tremors begin to build within.

  Faces flash in my mind, bodies, curves, tits, asses… It’s so hot I can’t control the burning deep inside, right where I want to be fucked deep and hard.

  “Oh yes, fuck, yes, oh, oh, ah!”

  I rub my clit faster, and I come hard, the sounds of my wet pussy slurping at the pink silicone making me come harder.

  The images running through my head smile at me and know they helped me to get off. They wink and say ‘You’re welcome, Jaime,’ and I know I’m going back for more. Just like I do every damn time.

  “Sadie, I’ve told you before, your tits look amazing in that dress.” My best friend always asks how she looks when we’re going out, and she always looks like a fucking model. “Seriously, I want to grope them myself they’re that hot.”

  It doesn’t occur to me that this conversation might sound strange to anybody overhearing, but I couldn’t give a shit anyway. Anybody who knows me understands I tell it like is and fuck the consequences.

  “Jai!” she laughs. “Thank you for the compliment, but I’m pretty sure you’re straight.”

  I look over her figure hugging navy-blue dress that stops above the knee. The thin straps on the square neckline don’t look like they’ll hold up to much.

  I laugh with her. “Hey, I can appreciate a nice pair of lady lumps as much as the next person,” I say, grabbing my own and giving them a jiggle.

  Sadie’s eyes drop to my chest. My cleavage is on show in my low-cut black top. The long sleeves have tears on them all the way from the shoulders to the wrists, as well as some across the stomach and back.

  “You have nice tits, Jai,” she says, still staring. “I wish I had big ones like those.

  I look down at my ample bosom. “They can get in the way sometimes, but they’re nice to play with when I’m having a little alone time,” I wink, making Sadie laugh again.

  “I love how you’re so open with stuff like that, Jai. I go all red just admitting that I…you know.” She rolls her eyes.

  “Know what?” I tease. “You get yourself off with
a little self-loving?”

  Sadie puts her hands over her face and nods. “Yes.”

  “Well, I’m pretty sure we all do it, Sades,” I reply and drape my arm around her shoulders. “How else would we know how we like it?” I drop my arm when she lowers her hands. “In fact, it’s the only way I can get off.”

  Sadie sighs. “So that guy from last night didn’t rock your world either?

  “No, not at all,” I groan. “He was good-looking, too, but he just didn’t do it for me I guess.”

  We pick up our purses, ready to head out to our cab. “Well, let’s see if we can find you somebody who knows what you like as much as you do.”

  “I think that ship has sailed, honey,” I say. “I’ve had enough dicks to know that I’m not going to see the fucking stars with any guy.”

  Sadie places her hands either side of my face and looks into my brown eyes with her blue ones. “Maybe tonight’s the night, Jai. Jocelyn said the college seniors are celebrating their upcoming graduation.” She pumps her eyebrows. “They’re always willing to please.”

  Jocelyn, or Joss, as we call her, is one of our friends, and she’s one of those girls who’s naturally fucking gorgeous. Black hair, blue eyes, and a rack to die for. But it’s not just how she looks; there’s something about her. Quiet, reserved even, and always looks as though she’s watching everybody; taking in every detail. I’ve tried talking to her but she seems to shy away, and I have no idea why.

  “What’s up with her anyway?” I dig my keys out of my purse and lock our shared door. “She hardly speaks and never wants to join in with mixing with the guys.”

  Sadie shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know. I think she’s just not that interested. She was talking to Lou last week, and she never said if anything developed after that.”

  I know some people aren’t as sexually outspoken as us, and choose only to have sex with somebody they’re dating. I think that’s a good thing if monogamy is what you’re after. Me, not so much. I’ve never met anybody I want to see again and again. Hell the repeat fucks, all three of them, were only because we’d fallen asleep and we’d gotten busy the next morning. More of a goodbye screw. Cue frustrated vajayjay and one busy hand equipped with a fully powered dildo, and I came to the familiar images of naked bodies in my head.

  “So, she’s not all that interested in one night stands.”

  Sadie’s words snap me out of my own world. “Sorry, what?”

  “Joss. She’s not into the one-time deals.”

  “Oh, right.” I nod my head and walk away with Sadie’s arm linking through mine.

  The club is banging, and I can’t even hear myself think. Sadie pulls me through the crowd to the tables at the back of the room. The curved red sofas are already occupied by Sadie’s brother, Tom, two of his friends, and our friends, Cade and Joss.

  “Hi, girls!” Tom calls out and pulls us both in for a hug.

  Tom’s twenty-five and has just finished his studies to become a personal trainer. His body is like a muscular temple encased in a tight white tee. His broad chest stretches the fabric; his biceps bulge from the sleeves, and his waist disappears into dark blue jeans. I can already feel countless female—and some male—eyes staring at him. He’s a male version of Sadie, after all. Blond hair, blue eyes, and flawless skin.

  “Looking good, Jai,” he says to me, eyeing my tits. “Real good.”

  I’ve never fucked Tom. Not because he hasn’t offered. I couldn’t sex up my friend’s brother and look her in the eye the next day, knowing what his come-face looks like.

  “Thanks, Tom,” I smile. “You look ripped.” He throws in a flex of his biceps. “Who are they?”

  He turns to look at his guests. “The dark haired guy is Mitch—he works at the gym. And the one with lighter hair is Mark—he’s the physio there.”

  “Hello, boys.” I wave, and they respond with their own greetings and tit glances. I roll my eyes. “Hey, Joss, Cade, how’s things?”

  Cade grins and flicks back her dark red curls. “I’m off work for the next three days,’ she says excitedly. “So I’m going to relax and enjoy my time on this side of the bar.”

  “Why come to the place you work to party?” I laugh, and glance towards Joss and she looks down at her watch.

  “Well…” Cade leans into me which presses Joss into my side; she shifts uncomfortably. “The number of guys who ask me out when I’m behind the bar is unreal. Now I can get to take one home because I’m not on the clock.”

  “Good for you!” I raise my bottle of beer and clink it against her cocktail glass. “Let’s hope you get some action tonight.”

  I notice Mark eyeing her after overhearing our conversation. “Look no further,” he rasps. “You can take me home anytime you like.”

  Cade giggles and I swear I see Joss roll her eyes. Cade sits back and Joss shifts again so she’s not stuck to my side.

  “What’s happening with you, Joss?” I ask her as Sadie’s having a deep conversation with Mitch. “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

  She shrugs. “Not much, Jaime. I’ve just been working, you know, keeping busy.” Her eyes briefly meet mine, and I notice the way her eyelashes curl up more in the outer corners.

  “Okay,” I smile and nod. “Anything interesting going on?” I don’t know why I ask, but I want to know how her days are, even though I know her job as a barista and manager of a coffee shop isn’t exactly filled with excitement.

  “Not really.” She shakes her head, and the shine from the overhead lights cast a halo on her long hair. “I don’t speak to the customers—I just make the drinks.”

  Joss picks up her glass and sips from the thin red straw and continues to look down at the table.

  My knee bounces and I take a calming breath. “Joss, do I annoy you?”

  Her hand pauses in mid-air before she rests her glass back down. “No, you don’t,” she replies, and again her eyes flick to me for the briefest moment before she almost whispers, “at all.”

  “Oh, because it seems as though you don’t want to talk to me,” I snap, and regret the moment I do.

  “It’s not that,” she says defensively and, this time, she looks at me and holds my gaze. “I’m just not good at the whole…conversation thing.” She doesn’t look away.

  Cade and Mark get up and head to the dance floor along with Sadie and Mitch, leaving three of us alone.

  “I could get in the middle,” Tom suggests with a cocky grin. “What do you think?”

  Joss rolls her eyes and drops her head down again.

  Nice going, dickwad! I was just getting somewhere!

  I fake a laugh. “You wouldn’t want to be in the middle of the sandwich,” I tell him. “We’re talking monthly cycles, cramps…the works.”

  Tom grimaces. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it and grab another round. Same again?” We both nod. “Back in a few.”

  I watch him leave and check out his ass. It’s nice, as much as asses go, and I bet he could pound nails with the force behind those thighs. I sigh as I know that as much as I wouldn’t fuck him, I actually don’t want to.

  The sofa moves as Joss inches away from me. I snap my head to her and see her awkward movements; her hand shakes as she picks up her drink again. I keep my stare on her as she wraps her lips around the straw and sucks the alcohol into her mouth. I can’t look away. I don’t know why but the simple act of drinking that way is erotic as fuck.

  Damn, I need to sort myself out, and soon if one of my female friends having a drink turns me on.

  In my trance, I let my gaze drop to Joss’ legs. Her black leggings cover every part of her skin, and her shirt—a thin black belt around the middle—hides any evidence that she has a killer bod underneath. The deep red and black plaid fabric still looks good on her, though.

  It would be times like these where a woman would hate another for looking good—even in a trash bag—but I can’t with Joss. Maybe because she’s so innocent with it. She doesn’t know how lovely she
is and doesn’t try to attract any attention to herself. That could be why everybody likes her so much. They get to take her share of the attention that she could so easily demand.

  Chapter 2

  I wake up with the worst fucking hangover of my life. There’s a percussion going on in my ears and roadworks going on inside my skull. I push back the covers and attempt to get out of bed.

  Ow!

  The pain is so bad I open my drawer and rustle around for my sunglasses. That’s when I notice a bottle of water and two Advil on the side. I pop the pills into my mouth and crack the lid on the bottle, greedily chugging down the water to sooth my desert of a mouth.

  “Good morning, sleepy head,” Sadie whispers, coming into my room. At least I’m alone. “How are you feeling?”

  “Like I’ve had a lobotomy with no anesthetic,” I groan. “My head is fucking killing me. How did I get in bed?”

  I look down and see that I’m still wearing the same clothes I went out in, except my skirt is bunched up revealing my hot-pink panties. My heels are together under the window next to my dresser.

  “Tom and Joss helped you,” she replies and my hand pauses on the way to my mouth.

  “Joss?”

  Sadie laughs. “Yeah. After we all came back here, you pretty much fell asleep on her.”

  I swallow hard. “What happened?”

  “Nothing,” she shrugs. “After we’d drunk ourselves stupid, we came back here. Joss sat on the sofa, and you sat next to her with Tom on the other side. You wouldn’t let him near her.” She laughs again. “He wanted to talk to her, but you refused, saying she needed to be protected from the likes of him.”

  I fall back on my bed and pull my pillow over my face. “Oh, fuck me, that’s embarrassing.”

  “It was sweet, actually. You wrapped your arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards you almost suffocating her in your tits. She looked fucking terrified!”