to press my own against hers from my side of the glass. A smile plays on her lips and I feel myself jump to life, in more places than one. Movement in the background shakes me out of my reverie and I realize with horror that it’s my father moving through the hallway of the house. He hasn’t seen me, but this is just too damn close for comfort. He catches me messing with my sister and I’m sure he’ll kill me where I stand.
I snatch my hand back and ignore Bailey’s look of confusion as I make my way around to the back door. Mom is there having breakfast.
‘Good morning, dear. Would you like a ride to school today? I think you’ll be running a bit late, pardon the pun.’ She smiles while she checks the time on her wrist watch.
‘That’d be great, mom. I’m just gonna grab a shower before we leave, okay?’
‘You go ahead darling. I’ll make you something to eat in the car.’
‘You’re the best,’ I say as I plant a kiss on her cheek. Her favorite perfume can be smelt on her clothes, which always comforts me a little. She wipes my sweaty kiss with her palm and scrunches her nose. I laugh.
‘I know, I know. I’m heading for the shower now.’ She winks at me as I take off for the stairs.
I dare not look in the living room, where I know Bailey is still reading her book. Instead, I focus on the floor like it is the most interesting thing I’ve seen all day and head for the bathroom.
Stripping off my clothes, I set the shower so the water is tepid. It sluices over my skin and washes away the sweat from my work out.
Lathering my hands with soap, I work them over my hard, muscled body, which inadvertently responds to thoughts of Bailey still floating around in there. My cock springs to life and I know I’m in trouble. Not that I haven’t had impure thoughts of her before, but this is the first time I actually think I’m going to masturbate while thinking of her.
Gripping my cock firmly and feeling the ache in my balls, I know there is no way humanly possible to stop what is about to happen.
Moving my hand up and down my shaft, my eyes close and I pretend it is Bailey who has me so stitched up. Her face fills my thoughts and consumes me. Every time she bites her lip, cocks her head at me or blushes – I imagine that each and every time I am the source of her actions. I want to get under her skin, the way she does mine. I want to make her hot and wet for me, the way she does me.
I want to own her, possess her, make her mine and never let go.
The thought of controlling her body’s reactions tips me over the edge.
My balls tighten as I search for release. With one hand working faster on my shaft, the other cups my balls as my toes curl against the tiles of the shower stall. Panting heavily I lean up against the wall as semen shoots forward from my cock. With release, comes guilt, instantly washing over me in a thousand waves.
A large bang on the door startles me senseless.
‘Yeah?’ I yell gruffly.
‘Time to go, hot stuff!’ Bailey’s chuckle of laughter reaches me from the other side of the door.
Fuck! I really am in trouble.
CHAPTER SEVEN - Savior
By lunch time my stomach is in knots. There is this crazy notion in my head that I should talk to Bailey about how I’m feeling.
There is nothing sensible about this decision; it’s just something that’s eating at me. I’m a bit like a dog with a bone, so I know it won’t leave me until I have out with it.
Walking down the school hallway at lunch, I seek out her locker in case she’s returning books. She’s not there, but I see a girl she takes English with standing nearby.
‘Cameron, have you seen Bailey?’ The girl instantly stands up straight, a pleased look on her face and a smile to boot. I wish this weren’t the reaction of girls towards me. It really makes me uncomfortable. I’m more likely to be rude than kind when I receive unwanted attention. There are no rules when it comes to letting a chick down, but
I snatch my hand back and ignore Bailey’s look of confusion as I make my way around to the back door. Mom is there having breakfast.
‘Good morning, dear. Would you like a ride to school today? I think you’ll be running a bit late, pardon the pun.’ She smiles while she checks the time on her wrist watch.
‘That’d be great, mom. I’m just gonna grab a shower before we leave, okay?’
‘You go ahead darling. I’ll make you something to eat in the car.’
‘You’re the best,’ I say as I plant a kiss on her cheek. Her favorite perfume can be smelt on her clothes, which always comforts me a little. She wipes my sweaty kiss with her palm and scrunches her nose. I laugh.
‘I know, I know. I’m heading for the shower now.’ She winks at me as I take off for the stairs.
I dare not look in the living room, where I know Bailey is still reading her book. Instead, I focus on the floor like it is the most interesting thing I’ve seen all day and head for the bathroom.
Stripping off my clothes, I set the shower so the water is tepid. It sluices over my skin and washes away the sweat from my work out.
Lathering my hands with soap, I work them over my hard, muscled body, which inadvertently responds to thoughts of Bailey still floating around in there. My cock springs to life and I know I’m in trouble. Not that I haven’t had impure thoughts of her before, but this is the first time I actually think I’m going to masturbate while thinking of her.
Gripping my cock firmly and feeling the ache in my balls, I know there is no way humanly possible to stop what is about to happen.
Moving my hand up and down my shaft, my eyes close and I pretend it is Bailey who has me so stitched up. Her face fills my thoughts and consumes me. Every time she bites her lip, cocks her head at me or blushes – I imagine that each and every time I am the source of her actions. I want to get under her skin, the way she does mine. I want to make her hot and wet for me, the way she does me.
I want to own her, possess her, make her mine and never let go.
The thought of controlling her body’s reactions tips me over the edge.
My balls tighten as I search for release. With one hand working faster on my shaft, the other cups my balls as my toes curl against the tiles of the shower stall. Panting heavily I lean up against the wall as semen shoots forward from my cock. With release, comes guilt, instantly washing over me in a thousand waves.
A large bang on the door startles me senseless.
‘Yeah?’ I yell gruffly.
‘Time to go, hot stuff!’ Bailey’s chuckle of laughter reaches me from the other side of the door.
Fuck! I really am in trouble.
CHAPTER SEVEN - Savior
By lunch time my stomach is in knots. There is this crazy notion in my head that I should talk to Bailey about how I’m feeling.
There is nothing sensible about this decision; it’s just something that’s eating at me. I’m a bit like a dog with a bone, so I know it won’t leave me until I have out with it.
Walking down the school hallway at lunch, I seek out her locker in case she’s returning books. She’s not there, but I see a girl she takes English with standing nearby.
‘Cameron, have you seen Bailey?’ The girl instantly stands up straight, a pleased look on her face and a smile to boot. I wish this weren’t the reaction of girls towards me. It really makes me uncomfortable. I’m more likely to be rude than kind when I receive unwanted attention. There are no rules when it comes to letting a chick down, but
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