Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
He’s mine.
Then we begin to build, both lost to our own arousal, and pretty soon we are hard at it, he holds himself up on straightened arms as his body rides mine with force. His knees are wide and perspiration dusts our skin and oh my God, this is perfection.
The bed begins to thump. “Sshh,” I remind him.
He drops down to lie close and kisses me tenderly as we fall silent.
“Promise me that it will always be like this between us,” I whisper as we kiss and I shudder hard as something happens deep inside and then he holds my two legs back and I feel him jerk deep inside of me.
“I promise.”
We kiss again.
“I love you, Francesca,” he whispers.
I smile as I’m overcome with emotion. “I love you too.”
Giuliano
Laughter echoes around through the forest, the group I sit with loud and jovial. I sit to the side, slightly detached, completely alone.
Six days feels like a lifetime.
It’s Friday night, late. Two a.m. We’ve been to a party, and now a group of us are drinking by the lake at one of the girls’ holiday house.
I haven’t seen Francesca for six days and six long nights, I didn’t call her tonight, as bad as I wanted to. It only makes me miss her more.
I know it’s not her fault and I know that I knew the conditions before we started. But when I’m out at a party and my friends are all with their girls, I want to be with mine.
“You’re quiet tonight,” a voice says as I feel someone sit down on the grass beside me.
I glance up to see Mary, we used to be a thing. “Am I?”
“Anything I can help with?” She gives me a sexy smile and raises an eyebrow and I instantly know what she wants to help me with.
“No.” I sip my beer and stare straight ahead. “I’m good.”
She rubs her hand up my thigh. “I miss us.”
I puff air into my cheeks and instantly hate myself. Francesca opened a can of worms last week, or should I say the worm. I’m suddenly a sexual deviant, walking around hard and dreaming of her beneath me. Everywhere I look, everything I feel, everything I want, revolves around ejaculating. I’ve watched that much porn this week that it’s a wonder I’ve got any skin left on my dick.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” she whispers as she rubs her fingers over my crotch. My cock twitches under her touch.
Fuck, this isn’t good.
I instantly stand. “I’ve got to go.”
“Where to?” She frowns. “The night has just begun.”
“Home.” I can’t stay here with her touching me, I don’t want…. “I have to go.” I turn to the rest of the group as they all chatter between themselves. “Catch you all later.”
“Where you going?” they all call.
“I’ve got to go.” I turn and walk off into the darkness.
“What’s wrong with him?” I hear Mary ask.
“He’s got a new girl,” I hear Alex say.
“Don’t worry, he’ll snap out of it,” a male voice says. “You know what he’s like.” The group all laugh and as I disappear into the darkness I feel like shit. They’re right, I don’t have a great track record with girls, I lose interest before we even begin.
She’s different.
I take out my phone and scroll through to my favorite name.
Francesca
I hit call, she answers first ring. “Hello.”
“Hi,” I sigh sadly.
“Are you okay?” she says softly.
“Can I come over?”
“What?”
“I need to see you.”
“Jules, you know you can’t.”
Deflation fills me.
This is fucked.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I stay silent. What good is it if I can’t even fucking see you?
“Where are you?” she asks.
“Walking home from a party?”
“Alone?”
“Yep.”
“That’s dangerous, I don’t want you walking home alone.”
“Well, the alternative was stay and get hit on by girls all night, so this was the only option.”
“Oh….”
She falls silent and I feel like shit.
“I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.”
“Five months.”
“Until what?” I ask.
“Until they can’t stop us, after I’m eighteen they have no say.”
“What will happen then?” I ask.
“Whatever you want.”
Hope fills me as I walk in the darkness.
“I miss you,” she whispers.
“Me too.”
“Anna’s parents are away on Tuesday, can you come over and stay?”
I get to see her.
A broad smile crosses my face. “Try and stop me.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me too. I should let you go back to sleep,” I say. “I’m being selfish calling this late.”
“No. I’m staying on the phone until you get home safely.”
I smile, it makes me happy that she worries about me. “How was your night?” I ask.
“Crap without you.”
“Climb out your window and come and stay at my house,” I reply.
“Where would I stay if I did come to your house? Where would I stay?”
“In my bed with me.”
“What would your mother say?”
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, I expect.”
“Will you be serious?” she scoffs.