Chapter 2 #2
In short, I look like I’ve been dragged backward through a thistle bush.
That was what one of my foster moms would say.
They were an elderly English couple that tried their hardest but really had nothing in common with a young twelve-year-old girl, though I will forever be grateful to her.
She started and encouraged my love of gymnastics by enrolling me in as many local classes as she could find.
Once she figured out that I would stay out of trouble if I was kept busy, at least mostly, she also enrolled me in self-defense classes.
That home only lasted three years, and then the husband had a heart attack.
Once they decided they needed to concentrate on his health, I got moved, again.
There’s a lot here I can’t fix right now, but I can at least get myself feeling a little less of a mess.
Once I finish my teeth, I pull a brush through my mid-length hair, putting it up in a loose braid to keep it out of my face while I’m asleep.
Reaching into the cupboard under the sink, I grab out two headache pills before walking back into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
I can see that Susie is still talking quietly on the phone to Mark, so I take the medicine and go back to my room.
As happy as I am for her, there’s just something about Mark that rubs me the wrong way.
I can't quite put my finger on it, but it’s like he tries too hard to be my friend.
I mean, he’s Susie's boyfriend; it’s her he should be trying to impress.
My room isn’t very big, and the standard double bed, chest of drawers, and bedside table with a gaudy lamp I got from the thrift store, barely fit.
Grabbing my bag from where I threw it when I got home from seeing the lawyer, I slide out the package of paperwork.
I fling back the quilt and climb in, settling down to have a look.
Might as well start with the plane ticket.
It says Los Angeles to London on the twenty-sixth of July, business class.
Well, that’s nice, traveling in style. Flicking through the papers, I can see most are legal documents regarding the terms of the deal, but it seems there’s an envelope underneath the stack of legal jargon.
It’s thick and fancy-looking, sealed on the back with a purple, black, pink, and blue seal that looks like a G and a C.
My name is on the front, leaving no question that its contents are meant for me. I break the seal and pull out the letter, nervous but impatient to know what it says. The parchment is thick, and the writing is decorative and fancy.
Dear Lila,
You don’t understand how thrilled we are that you’ve been found and will be joining us to claim your birthright.
We know you must have thousands of questions, and they’ll be answered as soon as you join us.
Look for a sign with your name on it when you arrive at Heathrow.
There’s a car hired to bring you to us. Be brave, Lila, and hold on tight, for this ride is out of this world.
Much love,
Grandfathers J, W, & E
Aletter from family, someone who actually wants to get to know me.
I swallow to try and shift the lump in my throat even though I know it’s not going to work.
Putting all the paperwork on the little table next to my bed, I check my phone to make sure the alarm is set, then reach up and turn off the light in my room.
As I lay down on my bed and look up at the ceiling, my eyes trace the galaxy of stars that I stuck up there when we first moved in, glowing like a beacon in the night.
An adventure is coming, and I can’t wait.
In fact, I’m apparently so excited that I wind up tossing and turning for about half an hour before I give up on sleep and turn the light back on.
Well, there’s at least one thing that helps me sleep.
I grab my latest erotica off my bedside table and open up to one of my favorite scenes.
Nothing like a little tentacle porn and a release of tension to get the job done.
My hand travels under my blanket and into my panties.
I circle the hard bud, sliding my finger down between my folds, then, using the evidence of my desire, I drag my finger back to my clit, teasing it.
The slick slide intensifies the feeling, and I can’t resist moving my finger from my clit to my opening, which is now soaking wet.
I push a finger inside my pussy, tight, wet, and hot.
After a couple of thrusts, I add a second, my palm rubbing against my clit as I pump in and out, pushing myself up that sweet climb to the orgasm I need.
What I wouldn’t do for a little more stimulation.
Although I know my body and how to get myself off, I’ve always enjoyed using toys, and my taste is quite…
eclectic. I’m a girl who likes some variety—nothing wrong with that.
Reaching into my bedside drawer, I pull out my current favorite.
It’s from Bad Dragon and not shaped like your usual dildo.
This one is blue and shaped like a tentacle, tapering at the top with suckers molded into one side of the toy.
I’ve scared off quite a few men with my unusual tastes, but at least I’ll be satisfied until I find one who’s interested in sticking around.
Lubing it up, I move it back under my blankets then slide the dildo into my pussy, its large size adding a bite of pain as it stretches me out.
Thrusting it in and out with just the right rhythm amps up my pleasure until I can feel myself almost plunging over the edge.
I drop the book from my other hand, reaching under my top and caressing my breast in a way that sends a tingle of anticipation straight to my core.
Pinching my nipple hard, I suck in a quiet breath, enjoying the added bit of pain that sends the orgasm slamming through my body.
My hot pussy contracts hard around the dildo, my legs clenching together, while my fingers move slowly across my clit to prolong the sensations.
“Fuuucckkk.”