Page 4 of The Player

“That’s tough. I’m sure your mom isn’t happy with the decision.” Julie hugs me to her, and I take solace in her embrace.

“Come on, sit down, and eat. I don’t want you going hungry.”

It’s the truth. The part of me that isn’t vain doesn’t want anything hurting Julie. It’s the ugly part of me that I can’t get rid of that’s afraid to be seen with her. The need to provide for her eats away at me, but I’m fucking scared to lose what I already have with her.

Besides, Julie wants to go three hours away to college and then come back to this Podunk place to work. I could never settle down here, knowing my dreams were waiting for me outside of this shitty ass town.

We strike up a conversation that takes me away from my thoughts and I’m glad for it. Julie asks me a million questions about what’s going on with Bry, homework, and the game this coming Friday. It’s so easy to get lost in her that I sometimes forget that she’s not mine. Well, at least publicly, she isn’t. In my mind and heart, she will always be mine.

Julie gets up and takes her plate into the kitchen. “Alright, it’s late, and we both have to get up for school tomorrow.”

We both groan and then laugh. Julie wraps her arms around my neck and places a tentative kiss on my lips as she hugs me. “Good night, A-bear.” She leaves me standing in the kitchen as I watch her plump ass walk away from me.

The things I want to do to her should be criminal, but at least I haven’t digressed that far down the rabbit hole and done them. Yet.

I’m an asshole on multiple levels, but I should be ashamed for putting a sleeping pill in her hot chocolate. Going into the bedroom next to hers, I strip my shirt off, along with my shoes and pants. Reaching into my boxers, I stroke my shaft with urgency. I’ve had blue balls since I came over to her place.

Pain radiates through my dick as I think about sinking into Julie’s innocent wetness, but I know I can’t take that from her. Not while she’s asleep and when I’m not going to date her.

The thought of not having her makes my hardness pulsate, and I stop masturbating because if I don’t, I’ll end up blowing my load before I do what I came here to do.

With my hands shaking, I walk into her bedroom. Looking down at her body spread out on the bed, with no cover, I gasp. She breathes slowly in and out with a slight snore. Smiling at how adorable she is, I run a hand along her arm and take in the soft, supple flesh she has.

A growled moan leaves my lips as her flesh pebbles under my touch. In the past, I’ve only ever touched her breasts or exposed legs. I couldn’t help but jerk off into a napkin. Tonight, I’m not doing that. I am feeling bold and so goddamn needy.

Climbing into the bed, I pull her legs apart and get in between them with pre-cum leaking out of my dick. The white cotton panties she’s wearing slip in between her pussy lips, and I nearly orgasm.

Want fills me like never before and I tremble. Biting my lip, I slide a finger along her covered slit, and as her wetness coats her panties for me, the first squirt of my sperm lets loose. It lands on her left thigh.

“Fuck, Ju-Ju.” I don’t even have to stroke my cock; it just does its own thing as I rub her little clit. “One day in the future, I’m going to have you begging me to slam into your cunt.”

My hips thrust toward her pussy, and I let my fingers delve down toward her slit. Pushing her panties to the side, I let my depravity take over. The tip of my pointer finger touches her hole, and I nearly bellow as another round of sperm squirts out of me.

“You’re so fucking tight. My little slut is sucking my finger in. You know exactly who you belong to, don’t you?”

Filthy thoughts keep popping out of my mouth before I can stop them. Not that Julie can protest anything that I’m doing. My thoughts turn sinister as I rub my cock along her panties. I keep myself from moving her panties out of the way and sinking in.

“Aaron…” My name comes out of her mouth in a whisper, and I stiffen. At first, I think she’s woken up, but her eyes never open, and it’s at that very moment I realize that she’s dreaming about me.

Pulling back her panties, I shove my pinky finger into her, attempting to not hurt her, and move back and forth while using my other hand to rub her clit. The feel of her pussy contracting is everything to me.

“Fuck,” I mutter out as her hips move in time with me. Those whispery moans and needy cries make me delirious with want. Her pussy clenches down on my pinky finger, and I close my eyes. I have to because all I can think about is how that’s going to feel on my tongue and cock. With that thought, my cock is hard again, but I pull away once Julie is snoring again.

Since I have her room wired with cameras, I know she’s never had an orgasm before. Her first is mine, dammit. And that’s something I should feel guilty about, but I don’t.

Getting up, I bend down and kiss her neck, wanting to leave a hickey on her, but I don’t. The medicine I give her will keep her asleep, but I’m leaving the room wishing she was awake and asking me to stay the night with her.

CHAPTER THREE

Waking up, I gasp and blush as the image of Aaron touching my body replays itself in my mind. I swear I felt him kiss my neck and touch my lady parts. Trembling, I try not to whimper out in need. I’ve never been this turned on before.

How am I going to face him?

A moan leaves my throat anyway as my body throbs. The idea of making him hard makes the pulse between my legs grow and my panties wetter. I bite my lip as my breathing becomes shallow and my ears ring.

What is happening to me?

My door opens, and I’m frozen to the spot with my body uncovered and my legs spread wide. The amount of effort it takes for me to focus only heightens the way my body clenches with this new sensation.

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