Page 13 of August and the Night

Clean shaven, pink all over, and with the prettiest little crescent moon of a hymen. This confirms what I knew all along deep in my heart yet tried to deny, her father did not use her as a seductress for his deals. While this makes things more complicated, I cannot help the sigh of relief that I let out.

I start by peppering kisses all over her pussy and I hear her breaths become unlabored and heavy. I lick her pussy from top to bottom, giving extra attention to her little pearl, sucking in into my mouth and hearing her whimper and moan as I do so.

I let my tongue lather her little hymen, letting it know who fucking owns it, who is going to take it. I push my tongue into her small opening and she lets out a loud squeal that turns into a scream as I use my thumb to play with her clit while tongue fucking her.

My eyes are trained on her as I devour her sweet little cunt, I see her eyes roll to the back of her head as my tongue leaves her opening in the favor of sucking her little pearl.

My neck hurts from this position, but I am determined to bring her pleasure, to make her see stars. After a couple minutes of sucking her clit while teasing her opening with my thumb, she grabs my hair with both of her hands and lets out a scream as she cums. Her pussy walls clenching and unclenching around my thumb.

“Auggie…” She whimpers as she rides her orgasm and immediately, I throw a gentle slap against her wet pussy lips. She screeches, a tear rolling down her face and I wrap my hand around her little neck.

I place a couple kisses on her pretty pink pussy and trail my kisses all the way up her body until I reach her face. My grip on her neck is not hard enough to hurt but enough to show her who is in control.

I kiss her lips, letting her taste and smell herself on my facial hair and I hear her moan again, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she did. After I kiss her breathless, I trail my kisses all the way to her ear, biting it before growling “When we do this, little dove, you call me August, none of that Auggie shit when I am pleasuring you.”

She looks at me, still in a haze from the pleasure but she nods. My hand wraps tighter around her pretty neck, “I want to hear you say it.” I whisper in her ear and she purrs” Thank you for pleasuring me, August.”

I let out a dark chuckle and kiss her lips, smiling against them as I tell her what a good girl she is.

14

Layla

I am still flushed as I fix my working space in the lab. I cannot believe that I just got my first orgasm given to me by another person half an hour ago, in a car of all places. My hands shake as I ready my pipettes and beakers, and my heart races. I cannot seem to forget how good August made me feel; I want more of him.

Getting my first taste of the pleasure he can give me made me desperate for the next fix; this man is going to make me addicted to him. I feel a shiver run through my body as I recall the memory of what we did, and I find myself having a hard time focusing on my work.

He dropped me off at my university with a kiss and a promise of another date. My head is still plagued with thoughts of him. He makes me feel desired, something I have rarely felt since birth.

The way his eyes roam over my figure makes me feel so sexy; it makes me undeniably hot. I sigh as I notice my hands trembling as I pipette the solution into my beaker, and I attempt to regain my focus.

I cannot mess this up. Watching the liquid swirl and mix, my mind starts to drift away from distractions like thoughts of August. With each precise movement, my focus intensifies, and the lab becomes my sanctuary yet again.

The hum of the equipment and the gentle clinking of glassware seem to cocoon me in my own world. My work persists for hours, and I grow more focused with each passing second. But, in the end, my aching back and growling stomach force me to put an end to my experiments.

Despite my discomfort, a sense of accomplishment washes over me. I gently place the last test tube back on the rack. As I clean up the lab bench, I can't help but smile, feeling like everything is slowly falling into place in my life.

The late hours spent tirelessly pipetting, meticulously analyzing data, and troubleshooting any challenges were all worth it for me. The lab had become a second home to me, witnessing my triumphs and frustrations, and it is where I thrive. So, any work I put in this lab, I put in happily.

I wipe down the bench, a mixture of emotions welling up within me.

There is a sense of relief, knowing that the experiments seem to be successful, and that my thesis work will come to an end soon, but also a touch of nostalgia for the countless hours I had spent here, working my ass off to make something of myself. It is bittersweet to have almost neared the end of the journey, but it also marks the beginning of a new chapter.

With a deep breath, I turn off the equipment and admire the tidy lab space. I feel pride in knowing that my hard work is paying off.

My mother died from breast cancer, and while I have no recollection of her as she died when I was very young, I always imagine how different it could be if she were still around, if maybe my father would have been a little kinder to me or if I could have had more people in my support system. This is primarily why my passion lies in this field. I shrug the thought off so I won't cry as I walk out of the laboratory.

The sun is starting to set, painting a beautiful orange hue across the sky as I make my way to the campus gate.

There, I know that John will be waiting for me. I see him leaning against the parked car a couple of feet away from the gate, and he immediately rushes to me once he sees my tired form.

He holds my purse for me and wraps an arm around my shoulder, guiding me to the car and taking some weight off my tired feet. Gosh, I feel so tired. I need a massage, desperately. John gently helps me settle into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel and heading to the house. I start to doze off during the car ride and am awakened by John after we arrive.

Subtly, I try to wipe the drool that has come out of my mouth during my nap as I head to the house after thanking John. I step inside and take the stairs fast to see Lily. I have missed her dearly and owe her an apology. I head to my bedroom first, where I wash up and change into my pajamas, and then go to her bedroom. She usually would be waiting for my arrival in my room, but she isn't this time, making me feel even more nervous about the possibility of her being angry at me.

I take cautious steps to her room and knock gently at her door. We never knock, but I feel awkward this time. I do not know what reaction to expect; I just hope that she isn't sad with me.

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