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6
Rylee
As Spencer fucked me, stealing my virginity and the very last of my innocence, I couldn’t help but find myself wishing we’d done this sooner. I remembered wanting to fuck him for the entirety of those six months that we were flirting. So, why hadn’t I? Why did I wait until that night? The night before he left and I never heard from him again.
Yet, I didn’t have much time to dwell on those worrying thoughts. I was lying naked and covered in bubbles in the bathtub of my mom’s house. Memories of Spencer towering over me and whispering sinful things in my ear were unavoidable. My hands wandered down my body as I remembered in vivid detail exactly how Spencer’s hands worked my body like an instrument that he was an expert at playing. I remembered how full I felt while his huge cock pressed inside me.
At first, everything had felt so tight and a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if I could take him, but as he whispered to me and told me everything was going to be all right, I relaxed. I could feel my body give way to him and surrender everything I had to this sexy, muscular man who had swept me off my feet without hardly trying. I knew it was probably wrong, that other people would think losing my virginity to a virtual stranger in the back room of the coffee shop was unthinkable, but I didn’t care. In fact, it turned me on knowing how naughty it was and what my co-workers would say if they found out.
My hands in the present had drifted under the water and toward my pussy. I’d just shaved and the skin was hairless and smooth. I slipped my fingers between my lips and began to play with myself. I ran slow strokes of my fingers upward until I was circling around my clit, but never touching. I just let myself get worked up with memories of Spencer’s big, thick cock pounding my virgin pussy like an expert.
“Oh, Spencer,” I moaned quietly, desperate to keep my voice low and avoid any awkward questions from my mom. I dipped my fingers inside myself and whined. It wasn’t enough. I wanted Spencer and I wanted him now.
My frustration was building and my body was getting tense. I needed some relief. I began using two fingers to rub my clit in a familiar, repetitive motion that usually always got me off, except this time, I thought about Spencer. I recalled every thrust inside me and how good it felt when he came deep inside me, spilling his seed and claiming me as his own.
It was that thought that sent me spiraling over the edge. I came with a cry that I muffled with my free hand. My whole body felt hot all over and I tingled a little. It was the first time I’d let myself think about Spencer while I pleasured myself and I felt a little bit of embarrassment wash over me afterward. It was wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself and thinking about my mom’s boyfriend—fake or not.
I climbed out of the tub and tried to put the experience behind me. It was a new day, a Monday, which meant that I needed to sort Jayden out for pre-school. With a sigh, I began to get myself dressed and made up for the day. I’m not sure entirely why I spent a little extra time on my make up that morning. It certainly wasn’t for the benefit of a certain man who had recently reappeared in my life. No, definitely not.
I brushed the creases out of my work uniform and headed for my son’s bedroom. When I arrived, he was still sound asleep and I smiled down at his sleeping form. He looked so innocent like this. I reminded myself of why it was important to keep Spencer at a distance—I couldn’t risk Jayden getting hurt.
With a small smile, I approached Jayden’s racecar bed and sat down at the edge. “Jayden, honey?” I whispered to my sleeping child. When that didn’t rouse him, I lifted my hand to stroke his thick blond hair. “Come on, sleepyhead. It’s time for you to start the day.”
That got his attention. The toddler lifted his head from the pillow with a drowsy expression. He brought one of his small fists to his eyes and rubbed them sleepily. “Mama, is it morning already?” he asked in his cute, high-pitched voice.
“Yes, baby. Come on now, you don’t want to be late for pre-school, do you?”
The mention of his school had him shooting up. “No! I wan’ see Miss Grayson and Steven!” he cried out in excitement, still unable to pronounce his words properly, before scooting out of the bed and hurrying to his closet. He began pulling out his clothes in our familiar morning ritual and I rolled my eyes lovingly.
