Page 112 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 29
Chance
I had to jack-off again after talking to Remi, just to feel any semblance of relief. And then I did it one more time in the shower. Imagining her wet slippery body in there with me. Those tits, that ass, and those red lips.
Fuck.
On her knees, taking my cock in her mouth, looking up at me with those big eyes as she swallows everything I have to give her. That is the stuff fantasies are made of.
When I do finally sleep, I dream about her. She’s the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning. Her belly swelling with my baby. And we’re happy. Happy, like my parents are happy. And when she smiles at me, it’s like I’ve been given the greatest gift and I will treasure it forever.
* * *
I’m feeling pretty good about most things in general. Until Charlie calls.
“Hey bro, how goes it?”
“Charlie, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask, dryly.
“Oh, come on, you know I’m your favorite sister,” she says.
“Yeah, but you don’t ever call me unless you want something.”
“Suck it up. I don’t have a lot of time. The next payment is due for the cruise for Mom and Dad. And you’re up.”
“Shit. Already?”
“Yup!”
“Okay, well let me see what I can pull together.”
“Do you need help? A loan?”
Fuck.
There is no feeling more emasculating than needing money. I can’t believe I’m in this position.
“No! I’ve got this. And even if I didn’t, I would never take a loan from you. You’re my little sister.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t make more money than you.”
“Everyone makes more money than me,” I sigh.
“Ah, the tragedy of public service.”
“Okay, sassy pants, anything else?”
“Nope. Gotta go. Love you, Chancey!”
“Love you too, Charlie,” I say.
We hang up and I feel a brief moment of panic. I don’t have the money for my payment. But, I could almost go to Alex now and win the bet. Except I don’t want to win the bet anymore. I want to win Remi; to tell her about the bet and have us laugh about it.
I wish I had someone I could talk to about it. But there’s really just Alex, who I’m not going to go to for obvious reasons, and then Matthews, who probably wouldn’t help me anyway.
Fuck.
I could sell my bike.
