It's funny how things can change yet still stay the same. Or maybe it was just me that had changed and no one else. It had been two weeks since Charlie and I had sex, or maybe fucked would be a better word, and he went around acting like nothing had happened. Me on the other hand was struggling, I kept dreaming about it, kept imagining him slamming his cock in and out of me and me screaming against his living room wall begging him to stop and continue at the same time. Every night I woke up hot, wet, and frustrated and I'd have to finger myself to cum because he wasn't there.
All I could think about was having Charlie Swan fuck me again.
I was suprised that nobody had guessed what had happened. When I got home from Charlie's, Seth had been home and I was positive he would smell it on me, the sex and Charlie's scent mixed together. By some miracle, or maybe he just didn't want to ask about it, Seth didn't comment and I was able to get to the bathroom and have a shower straight away. The thrill of getting away with it was exhilarating and the thought of having sex with Charlie under this roof with people sleeping in the next room turned me on considerably.
What had Charlie done to me?
The next time I saw Charlie, was the following day when he came around for his dinner. I knew he was coming around so I dressed up for him, an extremely short skirt and a crop top. When he arrived, mom was still cooking food and Seth hadn't returned home so it was just him and I sat alone in the living room. I took the chair that was across the room from him and spread my legs as I sat down, making sure he saw my bare pussy as I did. I didn't wear panties on purpose and I took extra effort into shaving every hair off so I was nice and smooth.
Charlie watched me, stared at my pussy, turned me on so much that I began rubbing my clit but he didn't move. He didn't make a sound and when I walked upstairs to my room, I hoped he would follow but he didn't and the realisation that he wasn't going to fuck me again sank in and saddened me. Charlie stayed over that night and I cried myself to sleep as I heared him and mom having sex.
That had been two weeks ago and still I couldn't get him off my mind, I needed his cock. Charlie had been staying over more often and I tried my best to keep myself away from him but my dreams were a different matter. Tonight was no different, Chatlie was over and I was lying awake in my bed thinking about him. It was another stuffy night so I was lying naked on my bed with the window open, the cover thrown on the floor in a bid to keep me as cool as possible. The house was quite, Seth was crashing at Embrys house so his low snoring didn't break the silence.
I moved my hand down my body, my skin prickled as I reached my goal. As I slowly began rubbing cricles around my clit, I gave a low moan. My hand came to my right breast and I pinched my nipple, arching my back I slipped a finger into my pussy, slowly fingering myself.
My door opened and I froze, Charlie leaned against the door frame, the moonlight illuminated his glorious naked body. I couldn't move, my finger was still in me as I watched him watch me. God, I was wet before he opened the door but now I was soaking. Charlie walked in and closed the door sitting on the end of the bed, he sat away from me deliberately not touching me but his eyes never left me.
"Don't stop." Came his gruff voice as he encouraged me to continue masterbating.
Thrilled that he was even in my room, I closed my eyes as I moved my fingers and rocked my hips up to meet my fingers. I was close, my orgasm coming quick. I sped up curling my fingers as I found my G-spot.
"Charlie!" I cried out as I came. I lay flat on my back crossing my arms over my face as I caught my breath.
I felt him move at the end of the bed and felt him thrust a finger into me. I moaned as I flung my arms down to my side, grabbing the sheets under me. He slowly began to move his finger and he hovered over me, a smirk formed over his lips as he stared into my eyes while he added another finger. My hips rose to meet his fingers and a low moan passed through my lips. I needed him.
"Charlie, please. I need your cock." I begged and he chuckled. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my mouth.
"Suck them." He ordered as he settled himself between my legs and I happily took them into my mouth, sucking my juices off his fingers while he rubbed his cock over my clit. I gasped and Charlie clamped his hand over my mouth. "Don't want Sue waking up do we?"
With that he plunged his cock into me and I screamed, glad that it was muffled by his hand. He didn't wait for me to get acquainted with his size as he set up a fast brutal pace, I didn't hold back my vocal appreciation of how good I felt as I thrusted my hips up to meet him. His balls slapping against me, my muffled screaming and Charlies occasional grunts were the only sounds filling the room. Charlie rested his forehead against mine as he brought his hand between us and began rubbing my clit.
"Come for me Leah, my good little girl." Charlie whispered "I know you want to."
I tried to reply but it came out as a muffled noise as my back arched and I came. I closed my eyes breathing hard as I felt Charlie speed up.
"Fuck!" He cursed as he slammed into me one final time and stilled, coming in me. He took his hand from my mouth as he pulled out and got up and walked to the door.
"Next time we'll be alone and then you can scream as loud as you want." Charlie said as he opened the door.
"Wait!" I said before he walked out. "Where are you going."
"Back to bed with Sue." He said before leaving.
My happy bubble was popped as he shut the door and I curled up in a ball. A sick repulsive feeling came over me at the thought of Charlie cuddling up to my mother with my cum all over his cock and all I wanted was for him to stay here with me.
What was I going to do?
