Page 29 of Bad Reputation
“I really am sorry. Will you forgive me?”
I want to reach out and touch him so bad, my fingers itch. Instead, I fold my arms across my chest.
“Yes,” I say simply. “But you have to understand that I’m going to move on. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… but eventually. And you can’t go around being an asshole about it, either.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes, maybe pain. But it’s gone before I can put a name to the emotion. It takes him a second to say the words.
“I understand.”
I smile a little at him. “Good.”
He stands up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Is there any way that you will still tutor me? Or is that just insanity, thinking that will work?”
I consider that for a second. “I will, if you promise to take me surfing. I want to actually stand up this time.”
His face crinkles a bit as he smiles. “I think that’s a deal.”
“Great.” I stand up, even though I haven’t got anywhere to go. “Text me?”
“Of course.”
Without another word, he lumbers off the porch. I watch him as he heads back to his motorcycle, drawing my lower lip in between my teeth.
11
Jameson
Lying in bed early in the morning, I think of surfing. It is going to be a perfect summer day outside. Blue skies, not a cloud in sight. And the waves are supposed to be killer. I am so burned out with the rest of my life, I can’t wait to hit the ocean.
And then I think of Emma. Because I think of her whenever I’m alone in this bed, more often than not stroking my cock and picturing her. I’m not ashamed to admit it, at least to myself.
I miss fucking her.
I imagine Emma, her dark hair streaming down her back, her tits and ass and legs perfectly suntanned against that tiny white bikini of hers. In my mind, she looks over her shoulder and grins at me.
I’m instantly hard, forming a tent under the blankets. I reach down and give my cock a long, lazy stroke, imagining that Emma is sitting on my cock, kissing me. I’d hold onto her thighs to keep her in place, while she would be riding me hard, breathless at the feel of my big cock stretching out her delicate little pussy.
It only takes a minute of imagining her perfect tits bouncing, imagining the sounds that she would make as I fucked her…
I blow my load everywhere, ruining my sheets and comforter as I release with abandon. I stay like that for a minute, then I guiltily get up and gather the sheets and comforter.
This is the third time this week that I’ve had to wash all my bedding. I blame Emma; it’s hard to look at her or think about her without getting crazy fucking blue balls.
As I get dressed to head to the beach, Emma never really leaves my thoughts. Pulling on board shorts and a t-shirt, I think back to the conversation yesterday. She did ask me to text her…
Fuck it. I grab my phone and send her a text, just to see if she’s around.
You up?
I’m not expecting anything, but to my surprise she answers almost instantly.
I’m awake. You?
I’m heading to the beach soon. I want to get there by sunrise. You interested?
I wait for a minute, then go about getting my coffee ready. When I check again, there’s a response from her.
Will you pick me up?