Chapter 9 - Mike
I pull the car up in front of my house and sit for a moment.
What an unexpected night.
I rarely ever give out my number to anyone at a freeuse party unless they’re experienced and nearer my age. I still don’t know exactly how old she really is.
But this time, it felt right.
Who knows if anything more will happen? After all, she’s way too young for me, so it’s not like she would want to date or anything.
But having some more playtime, teaching her how to be a good sub?
I can see that happening. Better me teaching her than someone who’s not so caring and gentle.
The world is full of bad doms and an innocent like her could get hurt.
I’m not going to let it go to my head, though. I don’t want a relationship; at least, nothing lasting.
While all that is true, I have to admit that I also really want to fuck her again. To see her eyes roll into the back of her head as I pound into her and make her come for me.
Yeah, I can see the two of us getting together in the future.
I get out of the car and notice the blinds twitching in Nancy’s darkened window.
Then I see the light go on so her silhouette appears.
She’s taking her top off and I can see the shape of her breast projected onto the blind.
I wonder if she’s been waiting for me to return home just so she can up the flirting with this?
I know she’s watching, so I make a beating heart shape with my hands, letting her know I saw her.
Unfortunately for her, there’s only one person on my mind as I let myself into the house.
I head straight for the shower, stripping off and letting the warm water spray over my body. My head seems to clear and for a moment, I don’t think of anything except how good the warmth feels.
As I get out of the shower, I notice that there’s a message on my phone. My heart leaps as I think it might be Willow, but instead, it’s just someone from work.
I throw the phone down on the counter as I towel off, surprised at how disappointed I am.
Usually I would leave it a few days before calling. But she just had a hell of a night. I took her virginity, the least I can do is check in on her.
I finish cleaning up and head through to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Just thinking about Willow gets me hard, and I wonder what she’s doing right now. Is she lying in bed thinking about me?
I wrap my hand around my cock and I gently stroke, remembering her silky heat as I thrust into her. Maybe I’ll just get myself off, clear my mind, and go to sleep.
Instead, I grab my phone and find her number.
I’m the first person she’s had sex with. It’s only right I send her a quick message to check she’s okay.
I hit send and lie back on the bed. I don’t expect her to text back straight away. She might not text back at all. Almost instantly, I feel tired. So I close my eyes, wait for sleep, and wonder what tomorrow will bring.