Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
When I get to my room, I close the door behind me and slither out of my clothes before crawling into bed and cuddling my pillow against me. My eyes close, but a bright smile remains on my face as I re-play Brand’s reaction to me over and over again. There’s no doubt in my mind that the gorgeous trucker wants me just as badly as I want him, and that’s exactly how it should be. But now I have to figure out some way to meet him for real. After all, private moments beating one out in the bathroom aren’t enough for either him or me.
But what should I do? It’s not like we talk on a regular basis. In fact, the only time I get to see him is during Jerry’s poker nights, and I can hardly march in there and strip off all my clothes before throwing myself nude into Brand’s lap. Or should I do that? Hahaha, no that’s too crazy, even for me.
My mind whirls as I try to think of other alternatives. I need to find a way to talk to Brand without other people around, but how? Slowly my eyes close as I drift off. A smile graces my lips as I fall asleep, dreaming of the handsome trucker whom I’m determined to show a good time.
2
Janie
The next morning, I wake up and stretch out as I let out a long, lazy yawn. The first thing that pops into my mind is Brand, and a smile immediately comes onto my face as I think about how fun it was to tease him last night. Seeing him all worked up and desperately trying to hold himself together while everyone else was around was something else. Knowing that he had to retreat to the bathroom for some private time made it even better.
But he wasn’t the only hot and bothered person. I tossed and turned all last night as I dreamed about him. My skin is covered in a thin layer of stickiness now and my panties are glued to my cunt, practically soaked all the way through. The dreams I had were so vivid because in my dreams, Brand had me bent over, folded up like a pretzel, and bouncing up and down while wailing with ecstasy. I squeeze my thighs together while letting out a low moan. God, I want that to happen in real life so bad!
If only I could make that dream come to life. But again, how? How am I going to get to know Brand if I can’t even figure out how to get him alone long enough to have a conversation? Of course, I’m not saying we have to talk, but there has got to be some way for us to interact at least.
But then, a weird noise comes up from the basement. That’s strange because I’m on the second floor, so it’s pretty effing loud. It’s like a woman’s being carried off by King Kong, she’s screaming and wailing like a siren What could it be? Even more, it’s bizarre because nobody ever goes down to the basement, and it’s so early in the morning that I can’t see why anyone would be down there at this time of day right now.
“Weird,” I murmur to myself, getting a little spooked.
More wailing greets my ears, and it’s really kind of scary. Could it be ghosts? Or more likely, some homeless person who snuck in and has been living down there for God knows how long without us even knowing it?
I should probably tell my mom or Jerry and let one of them check it out, but I’m pretty sure they’re both still asleep. Maybe I should call 9-1-1 instead. Yeah, let the professionals handle it. But for some reason, I decide to take matters into my own hands, and creep out of bed before exiting my room and making my way down the stairs to the first floor. I tiptoe through the house until I’m standing in front of the basement door, and with a deep breath, I open it, bracing myself for whatever I might be about to see.
There’s nothing except the dark stairwell looking like a grave back up at me. Okay, that’s normal at least. The sounds have died down a bit, and I can tell that there’s a TV on down there on with some haunting Twilight Zone-type music. This seems more normal, so I tiptoe down the steps at snail’s pace and suck in another deep breath before flicking on the light switch. The room brightens instantly, and that’s when I let out a scream because what I see is absolutely horrific. It’s Jerry, of course, and he lets out a scream too as he quickly tucks his meat back into his underwear and fumbles with the remote, trying to turn off the TV. Of course, it doesn’t work and I continue staring with horror at the images on the screen. After all, this is no regular porn. Instead, my mom’s boyfriend appears to be watching a naked woman scream and struggle as she’s attacked by tentacles wrapped around her breasts and thighs. As I stare, one especially large tentacle pokes at her sweetest spot, and she lets out another scream of mixed delight and horror, letting out a huge gasp as it finally penetrates her.