The night of sex with Naomi was truly unforgettable — after that first intense fuck, there was another one about an hour later, just enough time to finish the joint and recover some stamina. In the end, between the high and the exhaustion, she literally collapsed on top of me, falling asleep instantly.
But since I'm a vampire — and as such I don't get the pleasure of sleeping — I had to endure the most terrible torture imaginable: having Naomi completely naked and soaked lying on top of me, but not being able to do anything with her. I'm definitely not going to fuck a girl who's unconscious.
And yet, I still can't get out of my head that hint of melancholy she had right after I came inside her — when she insisted that I shouldn't get any weird ideas about some romantic future between us. Obviously I never even considered such a scenario, but why stress it so much? Whatever…
Anyway, better chase these worries away by having some fun with Mrs. Fenwick.
She and my mother are colleagues — well, Veronica is technically her boss — though from the way they act with each other, you wouldn't guess it. They've known each other forever, and for as long as I can remember, Mrs. Fenwick and her husband have come over for dinner at least once a month.
But — plot twist — last week she showed up alone. And I didn't even need to ask why, since after her first glass of wine she started rambling nonstop.
Long story short, she thinks her husband is cheating on her, because he hasn't touched her in over a month. And we're talking about the same mam who, not too long ago, would jump her at every opportunity, to the point she had to be careful walking around the house in underwear.
And maybe it's exactly out of revenge against her supposedly cheating husband that we're here — behind Veronica's back — sipping fancy drinks in one of those lounge bars for lonely women that I love visiting whenever I'm bored.
Mrs. Fenwick isn't exactly my ideal type — despite being the same age as my stepmom, there's a massive gap between them. And sure, I appreciate that she tried her best to look elegant and attractive… but some things are hard to hide, like her slightly sagging breasts or that little bit of belly showing under her tight, low-cut black dress that matches her wavy hair.
And yet, for some reason… she still turns me on. A lot.
«It must've been so boring for you to listen to me and your stepmom gossiping about that bastard of my husband the whole time… but, you know, Veronica's the only person in the world I truly trust, and those aren't exactly topics you can bring up at work…» Mrs. Fenwick mumbles, slurring slightly — she's already on her fourth Cosmopolitan and has just ordered her fifth.
«Of course,» I say, shrugging. «Actually, I'm really glad you two get along so well — my mom doesn't have much time to make friends because of her work, so it's great that she has good friends like you.»
A complete lie. Truth is, I had never been that fucking bored in my life. But luckily, what happened right after Mrs. Fenwick left lifted my mood right back up.
Veronica was clearly tipsy from the wine, and after rambling nonstop about sex and all the things Mr. Fenwick used to do to his wife but doesn't anymore… Ahhhh, I'll never forget the sweet, melodic words she slurred out under the sway of wine and arousal that night while I was fucking her, hard.
«J-Jacey… P-Promise me… promise me you'll never stop fucking me! Promise me I'll never have to go complain to my friends that you ignore me even when I stroll around the house half-naked!»
Veronica has nothing to worry about — that will never happen.
«And anyway…» I add, flashing a faint smile. «…my mother's friends are my friends too. And what kind of asshole would I be if I turned my back when a friend needs someone to talk to?»
«Then I can only be happy to count on a kind and caring friend like you,» she replies, swaying her hips as she slowly slides across the sofa, drawing closer and closer to me. «You know, I'm going through a really difficult time because of the issues with my husband… and right now I think the only thing I truly need to get through this phase is a trustworthy friend like you…»
Hit and sunk.
My cock starts pushing against my underwear the moment I feel her hand brushing my thigh. At first just a light touch, like she wants to make it seem accidental — but then she lays it on my thigh with a confident, natural ease, like the way you'd rest a hand on someone when there's already a certain level of familiarity.
I don't waste a second. I place my hand over hers and with a deliberately slow movement to build her impatience and hunger even more, I guide her hand right over my hard cock.
And the moment she feels it, a faint moan escapes her lips — she's probably already savoring the pleasure a cock like this is going to give her.
Her fingers tighten greedily around my shaft, moving it like it's the gear shift of a car, while her eyes — glossy from alcohol and desire — narrow, and her full lips coated in teasing red lipstick lean closer to my ear.
«Wanna go for a little ride in the car…? You know, the seats in my husband's Jeep are very spacious…» she whispers, licking my earlobe.