Meant
to BeChapter 3
I come to a complete stop in
the hallway of the maids quarters. Did I just hear her right? A jerk? Me? I have
half a mind to turn right back around and set that girl straight, but I can’t
help but smile at the thought of her stomping her feet on the floor while her
eyes burn bright with fury. Yep, I think to myself. I’ve definitely gotten to
her, but she’s gotten to me as well. She’s a hard nut, that Michelle, but I
know I’m just the one to crack her wide open. My thoughts instantly dive into
the gutter on that one and I can feel an erection coming on just thinking about
her.
I head for my room to take a shower and get dressed. As much as I’m dreading
it, I’m supposed to meet Theresa for breakfast in a couple of hours. Theresa.
What a waste of my time. She’s bossy, opinionated and hungry for power. Sure
the sex is good, but that’s all it is. Sex. I could get the same sexual
satisfaction from a two bit whore.
I step into the shower and turn the hot water on. Almost instantly, the room is
completely filled with steam. The scalding water feels good as it spills over my
head and down the front of my body. I lean my head back against the wall and
close my eyes. Images of Michelle find their way into my thoughts and I begin to
imagine what making love to someone like her would be like. The skin on her
cheek was so soft when I touched it. I can only dream of what the rest of her
body must feel like. What it would feel like to be inside of her. To entwine my
fingers through her hair. To hear her call out my name. Heaven. Like I had died
and gone to Heaven. The mere thought of her has completely aroused me and I can
feel the blood rushing to the tip of my erection. It’s begging me to touch it.
To stroke it and end it’s agony. I comply. I reach down with my hand and grip
the hard mass between my legs. Slowly, I caress the tip and I can already see
the pre cum forming. I imagine that my thumb is Michelle’s tongue gliding
across me. Tasting me, licking me clean. A loud moan escapes my throat and the
picture I’ve conjured up in my mind is almost to much to bear. I grip myself
just below the head and start to stroke it faster, harder. My knees slightly
bend forward and I’m almost there. I can see Michelle lying beneath me,
begging me to plunge into her. I submit to her request and I am over the edge.
My eyes open and look down just in time to see myself coming. The hot, white
liquid cuts through the steam that surrounds me like a knife. My body is
convulsing with pleasure and she’s not even here. I can only imagine what the
real thing would be like.
My legs are weak and I fall to the floor. I manage to pull myself up onto the
shower seat and catch my breath. I’ve masturbated many, many times before, but
never, ever has it felt so goddamn good. I’m embarrassed at what I just did. I
feel dirty and perverted for having thought those things of her. I remind myself
that I’m getting married in two weeks. A loveless marriage or not, I decide I
need to stay far away from this girl. I can only cause trouble for her, and she
for me.
I finish my shower, get dressed, and I’m off. The thoughts of Michelle pushed
back into the recesses of my mind.
