Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Then, the truck door slams shut and I’m cruising home by myself beneath the night sky. What just happened? Usually I like to end a date with a woman beneath me, mewling and crying my name as she climaxes. But Olly’s different. I want to treat her with respect, even if I’ve already violated her trust and her body in so many ways.
8
Olly
Today, it’s is my three-month anniversary with Jason. I know it’s a cheesy thing because who even thinks in terms of three month anniversaries? Still, I did notice the date when I checked my phone this morning and a flood of happiness spread through my belly because it’s been wonderful with the sexy mechanic. We go out on dates all the time, and he’s always a gentleman. He’s kind and considerate, and asks a lot of questions about me. Plus, he’s supportive too. He doesn’t judge me for working as a maid, and in fact, says that he’d be happy to help me out financially so that I can take fewer shifts and focus on my studies for the time being. Of course, I declined because I know Benning Motors is just getting off the ground, but his generosity made me feel warm all over.
Yet it’s strange because despite having dated for three whole months, Jason has yet to make a move on me physically. We kiss goodnight after seeing each other, and we’ve definitely made out a few times, but he never tries to make it go further. Why? He’s a red-blooded alpha male, and the bulge in his pants is apparent whenever we’re together. I’ve even stroked it a few times through the rough denim of his jeans, but he always catches my wrist and stops after a few heavenly pulls.
“What is wrong with me?” I query as I step into the hot steam of the shower. “Why doesn’t he want me? Am I not cute enough? Not skinny enough? Not funny enough?”
I lather up as tears form in my eyes, and yet I know that can’t be true because Jason says he adores my shape. He tells me that I’m gorgeous and beautiful, but then why hasn’t he taken me to bed? Are we only dating for companionship? I’ve heard of old people doing that, but I’m only in my early 20’s, and I want a relationship in the full sense of the word. I want to feel his cock in me every night, and every morning too. I want to suck that hardness, and to play with it before taking it deep between my legs. So why haven’t we gone there? This is so weird and frankly, confounding and bizarre too. Tears spring to my eyes again as I rinse off my curves.
“He calls you his girlfriend,” I remind myself out loud in a stern voice. “That has to mean something.”
But what? I scrub my body vigorously, almost scraping off my skin as the tears begin to fall in gushes. But after a few pitiful moments, I make myself stop crying because it’s doing no good. Then, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel before heading for the kitchen. I fix myself a cup of coffee and sit at the wooden table to do some studying. I don’t have class or work today, but it’s still important to hit the books even on this so called “day off.”
Yet I can’t focus and stare sightlessly at the textbook before me. Why doesn’t Jason want to touch me? Even crazier, my dreams about him have gotten increasingly intense. I feel like I make love to him every night when I’m asleep, and often startle awake in the mornings still humid and sweaty from passion. The ache in my pussy is real, but that’s because I made a secret trip to the sex toy shop and bought a huge dildo to play with. I keep it beneath my pillow, and more often than not, it lies used beside me on the mattress when I wake up.
But I don’t want to keep pleasuring myself in my sleep while dreaming of my gorgeous boyfriend. I want him to deliver hard, fast, and real. So what gives? It’s as if my body is so desperate to have sex with the handsome man that I can’t stop imagining what it would be like.
At that moment, my phone buzzes in my bedroom and I sigh. I slowly trudge over to pick it up and see it’s Kaylee calling me.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask into the screen.
She grins.
“Just checking in, girlfriend. How are you?”
I smile back, despite my frustration with my sex life.
“I’m good. Everything’s good. How are you?”
She titters.
“All is wonderful in my part of the world too. Emmeline and Ezra are adorable, of course, and Elliot’s working like crazy but he still manages to take care of me where it counts,” she giggles, referring to her handsome husband. At that, I let out a long sigh of envy and my friend cocks her head. “Have things changed between you and Jason? Or are you still in Never-Never Land?”