I've Missed You.
Chapter 1
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She stroked her own clit violently, moaning and groaning and panting as she did so. Biting her bottom lip, and shutting her eyes, she furiously rubbed and scrubbed at her entrance as if it were her only hope. Wetness covered her hand, and she started pushing her fingers in twice as hard.
"Ahhhhhh..." she moaned, her eyes still glued shut. "Oh my gosh..." her finger had hit a sensitive spot, and she couldn't even move.
Her hips rised even though there was nothing there above. She wished there could be. But there wasn't.
Her walls shut tightly around her 2 small fingers, and more moans and groans of absolute pleasure filled her room. It was a good thing her house was sound proof.
"Austin..." she whimpered, not knowing what exactly she was talking about. "Austin. Austin... Austin." she was full on moaning his name now, as if he himself was up there above her, his large member on the edge of her entrance. Teasing her, 'playing' with her, pleasuring her. Just like he used to... But no; it was just her, touching herself, in a room with no other person.
Her hand had a mind of its own now, as it started trailing up and down her clit, making that lingering feeling travel through her entire body. Including her brain. "Ohhhh..." she sighed, loving the feel of it.
Her eyes flashed open, and she bit her lip again. She started shaking. How long will this last? She asked herself. But she honestly didn't mind at all.
Her fingers entered herself fully again stroking the walls on the inside, exploring herself, making her wetter than she already was.
"Austin, baby!"
She wasn't the even realizing what she was saying right then.
Is this what pleasure does to you?
More moans escaped her red, plump lips, and she was running short of air.
"Austiiiiin..." she dragged the 'I' in his name, her voice going high - pitched and loud.
Again, thank the gods her room is sound proof.
"Austin!"
That's when she came.
All over her bed - sheets.
Panting heavily, she took her 3 fingers out of her wet source and lay back down on her bed. She stared at them; they were wet, obviously, and they were warm. They smelt of her, of course. But she couldn't help but wonder what they tasted like.
Sighing in curiosity, she bought the 3 fingers up to her lips, before sticking out her tongue, and licking them all at the same time.
"Hmm..."
Not what she was expecting. It was sweet.
Her hand relaxed by her side once again, and she just lay there, still calming down from what had just happened. And of course, she was completely and utterly naked.
She wondered if this is how it was always gonna be like.
She wondered if she was gonna have to pretend that Austin was giving her the same amount of pleasure. If not, more.
She loved him.
She really did.
But she just had to be dumb and ruin everything.
She felt tears pricking at her eyelids.
Life literally hates her.
"Ally, sweetie, I'm home!"
"Shit." Ally muttered below her breath. She honestly didn't think he'd be back this fucking early.
She quickly picked up her cloths from the floor and speedily put them on, not caring about the fact that she hadn't answered her Dad yet. All she could find were grey sweatpants and a purple hoodie, so that's what she had put on.
After completely covering up her once stark - naked body, her eyes darted to her bedsheets; which were soaked with...
A frustrated sigh escaped her mouth. "Urgh!" she inwardly groaned. "Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit." she chorused.
Without thinking, she ripped the sheets off, and hid them underneath the wooden frame of the bed, then she simply just ran down the stairs to where her Dad was.
"Hey daddy!" she greeted, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Mr. Dawson grinned.
"Hey honey. So, did you have fun while I was in San Diego?" Oh, you have no idea... She thought. He had been on a business trip there, but she had to stay and watch the store.
"Um, well, yea, sorta... but I really missed you." she smiled; really meaning it.
Mr. Dawson returned the smile. But then he frowned, looking down at what she was wearing. "Um, honey? Why are you wearing Austin's hoodie?" he asked. Ally's looked down at the purple, over - sized hoodie she had put on, and tried to stop her cheeks from going scarlet.
"Uhm... he left it here... the-the last time he visited for... practice... Y'know... When we pulled an all-nighter to finish the-the song... Ahem... it just keeps me warm, you know..." she stuttered. It wasn't a complete lie. He had left it there. But not when they were writing songs together... It was a 'different' type of 'all-nighter'...
Mr. Dawson just smiled and nodded in understanding. "Anyways, I've got you some stuff from San Diego... I got them specially for you..." his voice started to echo in her mind, as she just zoned out and nodded to whatever he was talking about.
All that she could think about was...
Austin.
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"So, is your Dad back from San Diego, yet?" Trish asked Ally as they both shut their lockers, and started making their way to English.
Ally's eyes widened for a second as she remembered the activities of the night before. But she quick answered Trish to avoid suspicion.
"Yup. He got me a charm bracelet with a silver piano, and he also goo something for you!" Ally smiled before reaching into her pocket and taking out a compact mirror. But on the front, it had Trish's name written on it in swirly golden handwriting.
Trish grinned and took the compact, opening it immediately and admiring her reflection. "Tell him thanks! And I'll TRY not to lose this one..." she smiled sheepishly at the end. Ally rolled her eyes and giggled.
"Ok. We better get to English class, then. You know how mad Mrs. Boyle gets when we're late." she said in a rush.
Trish agreed and they speed - walked to Room 28 - Where English was held.
All while Ally was just thinking about the one thing that she loved more than anything, but she couldn't have...
Austin.
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