When this shit first started it was kind of cool. I was fourteen and she was the sexy older woman guys fantasized about. The taboo factor only made it hotter. Carissa was up for anything.
A quick blow job in the back of the school, jerking me off under the table when my father invited them over for dinner.Once I fucked her outside her bathroom door while her husband was in the shower. It was all fun with no attachments.
Then Atlas died, and things changed. She became something I needed, instead of something to do.
Carissa: Are you there?
Yeah I was fucking here, I just couldn’t tell her that.
I wanted to. My thumbs were ready to type in a response, but I just sat there staring at her messages. Carissa was sick and twisted. What kind of woman would seduce a teenager? But she helped me regain the control I lost when I lost my brother.
I was drinking and picking fights with anyone I could. It was Carissa who pulled me back. Anytime I felt myself slipping, I’d just have to picture how she looked down on her knees, ready to do whatever I said. It was addictive and I needed to stop.
Darry was my friend. Every time I stuck my cock in his mother, I was betraying him. Not to mention what my father would do if he ever found out.
Carissa: Do you know what I’m doing right now?
Oh I had a pretty good idea and so did my dick. But I managed to stay away from her for two months. If I engaged now…
Carissa: My fingers feel so good. Want to see?
Yes.
Me: No.
Carissa: Are you sure?
That text was followed by a picture of delicate pink flesh held open by two manicured fingers. I licked my lips as memories of how she tasted on my tongue caused my mouth to water.
Fuck. Why the hell did I text her back?
Me: I’m fucking busy.
I should’ve put my phone away. It would’ve been easy to tuck it in my back pocket forget she ever texted. But I didn’t. I sat there and watched as a string of pictures showing Carissa finger fucking herself flowed across my screen.
This needed to stop.
Me: I told you we can’t see each other anymore.
Carissa: Don’t you miss me?
Yes and no. I fucking hated her, but I needed what she could give me. I itched for that sense of domination.
Me: No.
Carissa: I miss you. I miss how good you stretch me.
God damnit.
Me: Stop it.
Carissa: I’m aching for you.
Me: Stop it Carissa.
Carissa: You make me cum so hard. I need your thick cock.
Me: God damnit! We can’t do this anymore.
