Previously on "Cure for the Past"...
Damon hung up the phone and placed it on his nightstand. Leaning back on his headboard he thought about what he could do for an hour while he waited for Elena to get ready. She's probably undressing now and jumping in the shower. He thought to himself. As he imagined her running her hands all over her wet body, lathering it with soap, he felt his jeans start to tighten. He swore when it came to Elena his body reacted like a prepubescent teenage boy.
He figured he had some time to kill and if his dick was going to act like a desperate teen then he might as well roll with it. Damon unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his underwear, just far enough that his huge hard on could spring free.
Placing his hand on his big thick cock Damon started stroking it, imagining Elena's hand wrapped around it. "Oh Elena." He moaned to himself. He pumped his dick faster and faster, taking the precum and rubbing it onto his erection to make it easier to fuck himself with his own hand. "Ooohhh." He moaned louder.
He started to imagine it being Elena's tongue licking his cock all the way from the base to his tip and then sucking on the end like a lollipop. "Oh fuck...Elena!" He stroked himself a few more times until he came all over his hand. Breathing heavy he looked down at himself and thought that a shower was definitely needed.
A nice cold shower. He thought.
Elena jumped in the shower to get ready for her 'post-drunk lunch' with Damon. As the hot water ran down her back she started to reminisce about the amazing shower sex her and Damon had the morning after their first night together. It was right after they shared a passionate round of morning sex and she realized that she had to go to school so she wanted to wash the smell of sex off herself. It had been hard to do so when Damon had taken it upon himself to follow her into the shower to assure that she was indeed dirty enough. It was an amazing start to a horrible day, when they later found out about the sire bond.
But Elena wasn't focussing on the negative about that memory, just the sexual part. Oh how I wish he was here to wash my entire body. As this thought popped into her head she slowly started to run her right hand down her body until it hit her freshly shaved pussy. She was so wet with her juices from thinking of Damon. She took a finger and ran in along her slit; she convulsed with pleasure and then she dipped her entire finger deep into her dripping wet cunt.
The mixture of her juices and the shower water made it even easier to move her finger at a ferocious speed. She kept imagining it was Damon's finger inside her; imagining him being there with her made her even more turned on. "Oh god...Damon!" Elena started to moan and pant heavier and faster. As she picked up the pace of her finger she inserted a second one and then a third. "Oh fuck...YES!" Knowing she was nearing her release she brought her other hand down and starting rubbing her swollen clit. That sent her over the edge, she felt her walls clench as she came hard all over her fingers.
After she calmed down from her high she made sure to clean herself off again knowing that if she didn't Damon would be able to smell her arousal on her when they met up soon.
Jumping out of the shower she rushed to get ready realizing that she spent a bit too long in the shower.
Damon pulled up to Elena's house and honked his horn, a few moments later he saw her retreating from her house and bounding down her porch steps to run to his car. God she's beautiful. She was wearing her usual outfit (jeans, a tank top, and converse), but somehow she always seemed more beautiful everyday that he saw her. He was pulled from his thoughts when she opened the car door and jumped in.
"Hey." She smiled at him cheerfully.
"Hey back." Was his reply. "Ready for some food?"
"Oh god yes." She moaned, impatient to eat. She was starved.
Hearing her moan like that made his cock twitch. He only wished he could make her moan like that while he was buried deep in her tight wet core. He tried to push any remaining dirty thoughts he had of her out of his head because he knew if he didn't at least try to refrain from thinking about her like that then it was going to be an extremely long hard lunch to get trough.
"Well then lets get going so I can fill that grumbling stomach of yours." Damon looked at her and smirked as he put his car in gear.
Entering The Grill on a Saturday afternoon it was pretty packed.
"Lets go sit in the far back corner over there in that booth." Elena suggested.
"What are you ashamed to be seen with me?" He teased.
"Maybe I want you all to myself." She flirted with him. Damon smirked at her as she turned and led the way to the booth. Meanwhile, Damon walked behind her confused as hell. First she's in love with my bother and she says I lost her and now they're broken up and she's what...flirting with me? Damn this woman is confusing.
As they settled into the booth across from each other Damon had a moment of deja vu. They were there together just yesterday and already Elena was so willing to spend another day with him (two consecutive days to be exact). It was so uncharacteristic for their growing friendship they had going on. He didn't mind it and decided to revel in it, but he was curious to know what was going on in Elena's head. Plus there was that whole comment from last night that kept replaying in his head. Don't you like me? Of course you don't you probably didn't even have feelings for me yet at this point. What the fuck did that mean? God he was confused. But for now he decided to let it go because he was sitting across from the girl that he was slowly developing feelings for.
Damon had been quiet for a while so Elena took it upon herself to start a conversation. "So why do you think Katherine's in town? It can't be just because she realized that she has these unrequited feelings for Stefan." She decided to play dumb about the knowledge of Katherine's sudden arrival.
"I don't know, nor do I care what is going on with her. Can we talk about anything besides her?" He grumbled.
Of course. How could I be so stupid, he probably still loves her at this point. Meanwhile, I'm harbouring my love for him. Elena looked sad and peered down at her hands under the table as she played with them nervously. Damon noticed and gave her a confused look.
"Elena is everything alright? You look like your head is off in another universe." Damon asked with concern laced in his voice.
Elena looked up at him and met his worried look. "Yeah, sorry I was just thinking of something. I'm fine, sorry." She sounded cheery, but inside she was both sad and jealous of Damon's ongoing feelings for Katherine. He appeared to buy what she said so she seg-wayed into another topic. "The Masquerade Ball is coming up, do you think you'll be going? I mean because you always seem to end up going to those things. I was just curious." She started rambling like a nervous little girl.
"Why, do you need a hot date? Because you know Elena all you have to do is ask. Remember? 'You ask, I come. I'm easy like that.'" Damon gave her his panty-dropping smirk.
Elena blushed and just like that the thought of Katherine and all her insecurities involved with that melted away. God how she loved this man.
"If I wanted a hot date I'd just ask Kyle." She was trying to get a rise out of him.
"Who the hell is Ky-." He stopped his question when he clued into who she was talking about. That stupid waiter from last night. "Please, Kyle is a step down even from Matt Donavon. Don't insult me by suggesting on going with such a loser." And once again Damon was surged with the feeling of jealousy. He hated feeling that way especially towards such insignificant people such those like Kyle.
"Jealous much, Damon?" Elena loved to see him squirm. And she was just glad that they managed to get back to their playful bantering.
"Damon Salvatore doesn't get jealous." He replies in a cocky manor.
"Sure. Whatever you say." Elena winks at him and Damon just glared at her. "Oh Kyle, I'm ready to order." She yells in a sing-song voice to both tease Damon and get their waiters attention.
It was going to be a good long lunch.