Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Still buried deep inside her tight channel, I start moving again while rubbing circles over her swollen clit.
“Tucker…” This time my name falls from her lips like a prayer, as if she wants more of me. Her head falls back onto my shoulder as she moans my name again.
My own orgasm builds, my ball tightening with each thrust into her warm hole. This is exactly what I needed. I keep working her clit while driving into her from behind. When I feel her pussy clamping down tightly, it sends me over the edge.
We both groan at the same time, coming together in a crescendo of pleasure. We collapse onto the bed, my weight probably crushing her, but in this exact moment, I can’t move, nor do I care. We are both breathing heavily, and it takes me a moment before my heartbeat returns to normal.
That’s when reality comes crashing back into me.
Fuck. I just fucked Maya… without a condom.
I peel myself away from Maya’s sticky body. She doesn’t move when I pull out of her, cum dripping from her hole and down her inner thigh. Shit, I should clean her up or something, but my mind is too occupied with getting out of here quickly.
Tucking my now flaccid cock back into my jeans, I zip myself up and buckle my belt. Maya finally stirs. She slowly presses herself up, pushing down her tank top, as well as pulling up her panties and pjs before turning around to look at me.
“I guess now you have a real reason to accuse me,” I say, without thinking.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open as if she can’t believe I just said the words out loud.
I don’t wait for her to think about something to say. I simply head to the window and climb out of it. She doesn’t follow me or say anything. I climb down the brick siding the same way I came up. Only this time around, there is a heavy dose of guilt settling in my chest.
14
MAYA
“Hey, Maya! Let’s see that rack!”
It’s getting easier to ignore the assholes who insist on making me miserable. Do not react. They don’t exist. Their stupid, cruel laughter bounces off me like a tennis ball—only a tennis ball might hit them in the face, like they deserve.
I guess I can’t have everything. It’s enough to hear the group of guys hanging out on the other side of the parking lot groaning and muttering disgustedly because I won’t react. That’s the only way to deal with a bully, after all. They need oxygen to live. I refuse to give them oxygen.
All the strength drains out of me, though, when I reach my car and find an envelope tucked under the windshield wiper. My stomach drops to somewhere around my feet, stopping me dead in my tracks as dread fills my veins, pumped rapidly by my racing heart. What fresh hell is this?
Glancing to the right and left, making sure the coast is clear, I reach out and slide the envelope from under the wiper. I hate this. Being afraid to do something as simple as pick up an envelope for fear of what somebody might have left. My name is written across the front, but the handwriting doesn’t look familiar. Again, I look around in case somebody is watching, waiting for me to make a fool out of myself before taking it by the corner and opening the flap delicately. It doesn’t feel any heavier than a normal card.
The only thing on the front is a picture of a birthday cake with lit candles. It was originally blank inside—I slowly open it, dreading what I’ll find, but all I see is a bunch of handwritten words.
Dear Maya,
I fought with myself over whether I should give you this, but finally figured there’s nothing wrong with wishing somebody a happy birthday, even if they don’t want to be your friend.
I still wish I understood what happened, and I still care about you very much. I want you to know I’m always here for you whenever you need me. Anytime.
I hope you had a good day, and I hope I can talk to you soon. I love you.
Wren
It’s the last thing I expected to see, and the one thing I needed to find. A reminder there’s still somebody out there who cares about me, even if I’ve done everything I could to make her feel otherwise.
Now I feel like a total slug for being so distant. I have my reasons, yes, but it does nothing to ease the guilt swelling in my chest as I read Wren’s message again and again. She is the kindest, purest person I’ve ever known.
And I need her. I need a friend. Everything is spiraling out of control, and my world is crumbling around me. This card might be the first step in finding my way back to something like a real life. At the very least, I need to thank her. In person.