Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Have you decided on a color?” Iris asks me, perusing the racks.
“No. I figured when I see something I like that will be the color.”
“Decisive. I like it. Well these are some of the dresses we have. I have pulled five I think would look great on you, but of course feel free to pick anything you like.” I take the proffered hangers from her hands and walk toward the dressing room. My mother begins to follow me, and I turn to her, letting her know I am not happy about this.
“No. You brought me here under protest. I am going to find a dress and try it on without you in the room and then I am leaving.” She jerks back, shocked by my tone, and I feel like shit, but it is the only way I know to continue my ruse.
With the dresses in hand, I walk into the fitting and immediately eliminate the first three because they are meant to fit like a second skin. The fourth one is fine if this is Teen Witch. The fifth one, though, gets me interested. It is black with a floral undertone, and the bodice is covered in black beads. The cleavage is hidden by black lace, and the best part I see, once I put it on, is that it flares out also immediately after the bust, and that, along with the color will camouflage me quite well.
Satisfied, I pull it off, put it back on the hanger, and put my clothes back on. I take a deep breath because I am going to have to be bitchy again to get away from her. I walk out of the dressing room with a scowl on my face, shove the hanger at her, and roll my eyes.
“Happy now? Those are my parting words before I walk out of the store. The entire way to meet my Uber, I am dying on the inside because I love my mom, and hiding this from her is killing me, and I think that I’m irreparably damaging our relationship. I am, of course, going to tell her, but I just want to get through graduation. Everything will be fine after graduation. Right? I mean, it has to be.
chapter ten
Hunter
After my final track meet of the year, where I set a new personal record in the men's 100 meter, I drive to Gwen’s house on autopilot. I climb the tree and watch her sleep. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. I hate that she’s so restless. I watch as she tosses and turns, her comforter falling off the bed as she does. The Millennium Falcon night light she’s had since was a little girl provides all the light I need to see in her bedroom. I’ve been in her room so many times that I know it just as well as my own. With her covers down and her short nightgown ridden up some, I can see the outline of her pussy lips. My mouth waters for just a little taste of her. Her cute little rounded belly is even showing in the low light. How much longer does she think she can keep this a secret?
I’m just about to leave when I hear her call out for me in her sleep. I tell myself that I can’t help it when I push her window up and step into her room. I tell myself all kinds of bullshit as I approach her bed. Before I reach her, the floorboard creaks, which is new, causing her to startle. She sits straight up, wide awake. She scrambles to pull the blankets up in order to keep her secret.
“Hunter?”
“Baby?”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“You know why I’m here,” I tell her, my voice husky. I should have showered before I came over, but I know she likes it when I come to her all sweaty.
“We aren’t together anymore. You should go.”
“You don’t really want that,” I say, pulling my t-shirt over my head. She moans a little.
“I…I do.”
“I’d bet every cent I have that if I spread those thighs right now, I’d find that pussy soaking wet. You’re aching for me, aren’t you?”
“You know I am, you asshole.”
“Let me ease that ache, baby.”
She thinks about it for a few minutes before turning around. She lifts her nightgown, showing me her perfect ass. All I can think about is the time I spent worshipping this perfect ass. The night of her eighteenth birthday, after a month and a half of abstaining, since I’m that much older than she is, she let me fuck her ass. My girl is down for anything. She’s adventurous and kept me on my toes.
“This doesn’t mean we’re back together, Hunter. We’re just scratching an itch.”
“Whatever you say,” I say, stripping off my pants. My cock is already hard for her. It always is.