Live In My Memory Chapter Four
Going into the bathroom I shut and locked the door behind me. I was the only one in the house right now so I didn't really need to but it was a habit. My mom had taken the girls out to go see Santa while Zoe was off at some friends house. My dad on the other hand I wasn't sure where he had snuck off too but he too was gone.
Turning the water on in the shower I undress and then step in, going under the water. I just want to forget yesterday and Taylor finding out that Bree was his. I also want to forget today, Junia's actual birthday. All I can see still when I remember Junia's birth is Zac and how he had been there for me. How he held her and had taken to her from the moment her saw her.
Feeling tears come out of my closed eyes I let myself sit down as the water hits me. I really fucking miss Zac. If he were here maybe we would have gotten back together. Maybe I wouldn't have fucked Taylor have his daughter. Maybe I wouldn't have someone leaving notes about my daughter's true paternity.
When the water starts to get cold I stand up from where I had sit in the shower. Getting out I turn the water off and reach for a towel wrapping it around myself. Unlocking the bathroom door I exit it quickly, stopping when I hear walking in the kitchen.
"Mom," I call out wondering if she is coming home early. I really hope one of the girls didn't get sick on her. I know last year Junia got sick around Christmas time.
Not getting a response I raise an eyebrow, walking down the stairs. "Mom?" I call out again this time it's a question. I am almost afraid it isn't her but if it isn't then who is it?
When I get to the kitchen I stop in my tracks, finding it empty. Feeling goose bumps form on my arms I get a weird feeling. "If someone is here you better show yourselves or I'm calling the cops," I yell out before walking towards the cordless phone.
I don't even make it there though before I feel a hand go around my eyes and another pulling me close. When I am pressed against a warm body I shiver. The person's hand moves briefly but before I can turn to look they are putting something over my eyes and tying it there.
Getting scared once my eyes were covered I felt the person's arms go around me as they forced me out of the kitchen. I wanted to fight back but this person, they seemed so much stronger than me. "Who the hell are you?" I finally manage to ask as the person forces me to walk upstairs. A part of me right now may be okay with them holding onto me. I really don't want to trip and since I can't see because of this stupid thing around my eyes.
After my question all I get is silence, the person just pushing me up the last stair then walking me down to a room. When we make it to the intended destination I am pushed again, right before they slam the door shut.
The person comes up behind me again before I have a chance to try to reach up to remove the blind fold from my eyes. Feeling their arms around me again I feel tears going down my cheek as they push me against a bed.
"Please," I squeak out not wanting what I think is coming next. This person is going to rape me. They are going to rape me and maybe even kill me if they have any weapons.
Again there is silence and I realize this person isn't going to talk back. Though they do other things. Things I wish they wouldn't. The moment I feel their lips on mine I want to get sick. I want to scream but I'm frozen. I'm frozen and just let them kiss me.
As they continue to kiss me I cry more which causes them to pull away. Their pulling away has me nervous but I soon feel hands wiping away my tears.
"Sick bastard," I mutter out before the person kisses me again, this time much harder than the last. It's during this kiss that I feel my towel drop which causes me to shiver when the cold air hits my body.
Closing my eyes behind the blind fold when I am pushed back, I shudder feeling a body on top of me. The person never once breaks the kiss though. The kiss I am not responding too.
Feeling their hand find it's way down my body and between my legs, I groan out when their hand makes contact with my pussy. Their skin is hot and their hands seems very familiar with my body. Like they know what they are doing as they rub me in the right places. Places only someone who has been with me before would know that I like to be touched.
Biting down to suppress a moan I really don't want to let out I close my eyes tighter. I wish I could stop myself from getting wet. Stop myself from letting this person know I'm getting turned on with how they are playing with me.
When their hand moves I let out a whimper before I can even stop myself. It's after the whimper that I feel them lift up off me briefly. Too brief and I almost wonder what it was for, but when they kiss me again I can feel their bare chest against my own and I know it was to remove their shirt.
Kissing the person back this time I reach up between us to feel their chest, wondering if maybe I can get some clue to who this person is. It could be a random stranger. A random stranger who is really good with their hands and knows how to work me over with them.
As I feel their chest I shiver not feeling the normal hairy chest I have grown accustomed to with Carrick. It has to be a random stranger than because if this were Taylor, he too would have a hairy chest, unless of course he shaved it since our sex yesterday.
Shivering again as the person's lips move from my own, I tilt my head to the side so effortlessly as their lips move down my cheek and onto my neck. They seem to also know the exact places to kiss there too. The exact places to know where to bite and apply pressure.
Moaning out finally, I let my hands move down their chest until I reach their jeans which I undo. The person lifting their hips so effortlessly, letting me remove their jeans. The only material I can feel between us now is a pair of boxer briefs. Boxer briefs with a very obvious hard on in them. A hard on they deliberately keep pressing into my already aching pussy.
"Tease," I whisper out to the person. I know they won't reply back but I don't care. Right now all I care about is what they are doing with their lips and their cock, which presses into me again, causing my hips to move up slowly.
As their lips move down off my neck, I suck in a breath feeling them kiss their way down to my chest. When they reach my hips they leave small kisses on each hip bone before their mouth moves to my thigh. The lips softly kissing right where my tattoo is. A tattoo that hasn't been kissed since the last time I had sex with Zac just mere days before Junia's birth.
When the person's mouth finally makes it to my pussy I moan again my hands finding their way to the hair. It's long so fucking long and I smirk pulling on it slightly. I am happy when I hear a muffled moan come out of this person finally. At least I know they can actually makes noises. Maybe now the sex won't seem so one sided to me. Maybe they will continue to make noises, so I at least know they are liking this as much as I am. They better fucking like this anyway. They did start it.
"Fuck," I moan out when the person's tongue hits all of my right spots. Spots they had to have learned somewhere that I loved getting licked and teased. Pulling their hair again I buck my hips trying to imagine what they look like. If maybe they could possibly be someone I have slept with who wasn't Carrick or Taylor? But then how would they know where my parents live? This just has to be a really skilled stranger. A stranger with a fucking wonderful tongue.
To me it seems like hours that they spend down between my legs. Until I am almost on the verge of an orgasm. Then they pull away. They pull away and I feel movement again. I don't say anything though, I lay there and wait until I finally feel their body on mine again. This time I can feel their cock right at my entrance. A condom on it. I'm thankful for that because I really don't want to have a baby with a man I don't even know.
When I feel them enter me I flinch at the intrusion, my pussy still a bit sore from yesterday with Taylor. A part of me is glad that this person seems to not be as big as Taylor, at least length wise anyway, but damn it in the other department they have Taylor beat.
Slowly the person soon finds a pace with their thrusts that they like. It's not too rough nor is it too gentle. It's right in the middle.
Kissing them again I let myself move with them. I had wanted this to start with but now, now I want this. I blame them working me over with their hand. Finding all of my right spots. This person just knows me, like they were made for me even if they are more than likely some sick pervert who had came here with other intentions.
Moaning when the person gets faster I feel them moving and bringing me with them. The moment I realize they are sitting up and not moving anymore I smirk on their lips, my legs wrapping around their waist as I chose the pace now. I haven't rode a man like this in a few years though it's like riding a bike, you never truly forget how.
When the stranger moans again I smirk even wider knowing they are liking this. Liking how I am doing things.
Letting my lips move from theirs I work my way down to their neck where I kiss and suck at the skin there. Again I am rewarded with moans.
Moaning myself as the person's lips soon wind up on my shoulder as I keep up the work on their neck, I groan out when I feel them biting on my neck as well as sucking. This person is trying to mark me, though I don't understand why. I don't get what their marking me would do except make me remember and just wonder who the fuck they are.
"Shit," I mutter on their skin, feeling my walls start to close in around their cock. Laying my head against their shoulder I orgasm my eyes closing tight again as I picture the only person who has ever made me feel as alive as the person today has. "Zac," I whisper so softly that I hope they don't hear me. Though if they did it doesn't matter, it's not like I know their name to even call it out.
Feeling them shudder beneath me not long after I know they too have reached their end and I start to reach up to move the blind fold off my eyes. Before my hands can make it though the person stops me. I take the hint, they don't want me seeing them, identifying who they are.
When they lay me back and move off me I just lay on the bed and listen to what I assume is them getting dressed. Hearing the bedroom door finally open then shut I reach up then and take the blindfold off, looking around the now empty room.
I don't move from the bed until I hear a car start in the driveway. That propels me to move from the bed, picking up the discarded towel and slipping it back around me as I walk to the window. I make it there in time to see a flash of blue drive away. I feel like I should know that flash of blue but right now I just can't place it.
Shaking my head I turn to walk back to the bed, noticing a slip of paper on the night stand. When I pick it up I'm almost afraid I am going to see that familiar black ink again. Afraid that I may be wrong on who I suspect to be behind the letters and that I just had sex unknowingly with that person, but this time I find red ink. The message on it confusing me.
But for you Sonny, I know I’d give it all up.
Laying the paper back down I sit on the bed, my hand running through my hair. Maybe this was Taylor playing some sick joke on me out of his anger still. That's the only rational explanation I can come up with.
"Fucking bastard," I whisper feeling myself getting angry at Taylor though I know it's my fault he is angry at me. It's my fault he is finding ways to lash out at me, even if they are sexual ones that I'm not objecting too.
Going into the bathroom I shut and locked the door behind me. I was the only one in the house right now so I didn't really need to but it was a habit. My mom had taken the girls out to go see Santa while Zoe was off at some friends house. My dad on the other hand I wasn't sure where he had snuck off too but he too was gone.
Turning the water on in the shower I undress and then step in, going under the water. I just want to forget yesterday and Taylor finding out that Bree was his. I also want to forget today, Junia's actual birthday. All I can see still when I remember Junia's birth is Zac and how he had been there for me. How he held her and had taken to her from the moment her saw her.
Feeling tears come out of my closed eyes I let myself sit down as the water hits me. I really fucking miss Zac. If he were here maybe we would have gotten back together. Maybe I wouldn't have fucked Taylor have his daughter. Maybe I wouldn't have someone leaving notes about my daughter's true paternity.
When the water starts to get cold I stand up from where I had sit in the shower. Getting out I turn the water off and reach for a towel wrapping it around myself. Unlocking the bathroom door I exit it quickly, stopping when I hear walking in the kitchen.
"Mom," I call out wondering if she is coming home early. I really hope one of the girls didn't get sick on her. I know last year Junia got sick around Christmas time.
Not getting a response I raise an eyebrow, walking down the stairs. "Mom?" I call out again this time it's a question. I am almost afraid it isn't her but if it isn't then who is it?
When I get to the kitchen I stop in my tracks, finding it empty. Feeling goose bumps form on my arms I get a weird feeling. "If someone is here you better show yourselves or I'm calling the cops," I yell out before walking towards the cordless phone.
I don't even make it there though before I feel a hand go around my eyes and another pulling me close. When I am pressed against a warm body I shiver. The person's hand moves briefly but before I can turn to look they are putting something over my eyes and tying it there.
Getting scared once my eyes were covered I felt the person's arms go around me as they forced me out of the kitchen. I wanted to fight back but this person, they seemed so much stronger than me. "Who the hell are you?" I finally manage to ask as the person forces me to walk upstairs. A part of me right now may be okay with them holding onto me. I really don't want to trip and since I can't see because of this stupid thing around my eyes.
After my question all I get is silence, the person just pushing me up the last stair then walking me down to a room. When we make it to the intended destination I am pushed again, right before they slam the door shut.
The person comes up behind me again before I have a chance to try to reach up to remove the blind fold from my eyes. Feeling their arms around me again I feel tears going down my cheek as they push me against a bed.
"Please," I squeak out not wanting what I think is coming next. This person is going to rape me. They are going to rape me and maybe even kill me if they have any weapons.
Again there is silence and I realize this person isn't going to talk back. Though they do other things. Things I wish they wouldn't. The moment I feel their lips on mine I want to get sick. I want to scream but I'm frozen. I'm frozen and just let them kiss me.
As they continue to kiss me I cry more which causes them to pull away. Their pulling away has me nervous but I soon feel hands wiping away my tears.
"Sick bastard," I mutter out before the person kisses me again, this time much harder than the last. It's during this kiss that I feel my towel drop which causes me to shiver when the cold air hits my body.
Closing my eyes behind the blind fold when I am pushed back, I shudder feeling a body on top of me. The person never once breaks the kiss though. The kiss I am not responding too.
Feeling their hand find it's way down my body and between my legs, I groan out when their hand makes contact with my pussy. Their skin is hot and their hands seems very familiar with my body. Like they know what they are doing as they rub me in the right places. Places only someone who has been with me before would know that I like to be touched.
Biting down to suppress a moan I really don't want to let out I close my eyes tighter. I wish I could stop myself from getting wet. Stop myself from letting this person know I'm getting turned on with how they are playing with me.
When their hand moves I let out a whimper before I can even stop myself. It's after the whimper that I feel them lift up off me briefly. Too brief and I almost wonder what it was for, but when they kiss me again I can feel their bare chest against my own and I know it was to remove their shirt.
Kissing the person back this time I reach up between us to feel their chest, wondering if maybe I can get some clue to who this person is. It could be a random stranger. A random stranger who is really good with their hands and knows how to work me over with them.
As I feel their chest I shiver not feeling the normal hairy chest I have grown accustomed to with Carrick. It has to be a random stranger than because if this were Taylor, he too would have a hairy chest, unless of course he shaved it since our sex yesterday.
Shivering again as the person's lips move from my own, I tilt my head to the side so effortlessly as their lips move down my cheek and onto my neck. They seem to also know the exact places to kiss there too. The exact places to know where to bite and apply pressure.
Moaning out finally, I let my hands move down their chest until I reach their jeans which I undo. The person lifting their hips so effortlessly, letting me remove their jeans. The only material I can feel between us now is a pair of boxer briefs. Boxer briefs with a very obvious hard on in them. A hard on they deliberately keep pressing into my already aching pussy.
"Tease," I whisper out to the person. I know they won't reply back but I don't care. Right now all I care about is what they are doing with their lips and their cock, which presses into me again, causing my hips to move up slowly.
As their lips move down off my neck, I suck in a breath feeling them kiss their way down to my chest. When they reach my hips they leave small kisses on each hip bone before their mouth moves to my thigh. The lips softly kissing right where my tattoo is. A tattoo that hasn't been kissed since the last time I had sex with Zac just mere days before Junia's birth.
When the person's mouth finally makes it to my pussy I moan again my hands finding their way to the hair. It's long so fucking long and I smirk pulling on it slightly. I am happy when I hear a muffled moan come out of this person finally. At least I know they can actually makes noises. Maybe now the sex won't seem so one sided to me. Maybe they will continue to make noises, so I at least know they are liking this as much as I am. They better fucking like this anyway. They did start it.
"Fuck," I moan out when the person's tongue hits all of my right spots. Spots they had to have learned somewhere that I loved getting licked and teased. Pulling their hair again I buck my hips trying to imagine what they look like. If maybe they could possibly be someone I have slept with who wasn't Carrick or Taylor? But then how would they know where my parents live? This just has to be a really skilled stranger. A stranger with a fucking wonderful tongue.
To me it seems like hours that they spend down between my legs. Until I am almost on the verge of an orgasm. Then they pull away. They pull away and I feel movement again. I don't say anything though, I lay there and wait until I finally feel their body on mine again. This time I can feel their cock right at my entrance. A condom on it. I'm thankful for that because I really don't want to have a baby with a man I don't even know.
When I feel them enter me I flinch at the intrusion, my pussy still a bit sore from yesterday with Taylor. A part of me is glad that this person seems to not be as big as Taylor, at least length wise anyway, but damn it in the other department they have Taylor beat.
Slowly the person soon finds a pace with their thrusts that they like. It's not too rough nor is it too gentle. It's right in the middle.
Kissing them again I let myself move with them. I had wanted this to start with but now, now I want this. I blame them working me over with their hand. Finding all of my right spots. This person just knows me, like they were made for me even if they are more than likely some sick pervert who had came here with other intentions.
Moaning when the person gets faster I feel them moving and bringing me with them. The moment I realize they are sitting up and not moving anymore I smirk on their lips, my legs wrapping around their waist as I chose the pace now. I haven't rode a man like this in a few years though it's like riding a bike, you never truly forget how.
When the stranger moans again I smirk even wider knowing they are liking this. Liking how I am doing things.
Letting my lips move from theirs I work my way down to their neck where I kiss and suck at the skin there. Again I am rewarded with moans.
Moaning myself as the person's lips soon wind up on my shoulder as I keep up the work on their neck, I groan out when I feel them biting on my neck as well as sucking. This person is trying to mark me, though I don't understand why. I don't get what their marking me would do except make me remember and just wonder who the fuck they are.
"Shit," I mutter on their skin, feeling my walls start to close in around their cock. Laying my head against their shoulder I orgasm my eyes closing tight again as I picture the only person who has ever made me feel as alive as the person today has. "Zac," I whisper so softly that I hope they don't hear me. Though if they did it doesn't matter, it's not like I know their name to even call it out.
Feeling them shudder beneath me not long after I know they too have reached their end and I start to reach up to move the blind fold off my eyes. Before my hands can make it though the person stops me. I take the hint, they don't want me seeing them, identifying who they are.
When they lay me back and move off me I just lay on the bed and listen to what I assume is them getting dressed. Hearing the bedroom door finally open then shut I reach up then and take the blindfold off, looking around the now empty room.
I don't move from the bed until I hear a car start in the driveway. That propels me to move from the bed, picking up the discarded towel and slipping it back around me as I walk to the window. I make it there in time to see a flash of blue drive away. I feel like I should know that flash of blue but right now I just can't place it.
Shaking my head I turn to walk back to the bed, noticing a slip of paper on the night stand. When I pick it up I'm almost afraid I am going to see that familiar black ink again. Afraid that I may be wrong on who I suspect to be behind the letters and that I just had sex unknowingly with that person, but this time I find red ink. The message on it confusing me.
But for you Sonny, I know I’d give it all up.
Laying the paper back down I sit on the bed, my hand running through my hair. Maybe this was Taylor playing some sick joke on me out of his anger still. That's the only rational explanation I can come up with.
"Fucking bastard," I whisper feeling myself getting angry at Taylor though I know it's my fault he is angry at me. It's my fault he is finding ways to lash out at me, even if they are sexual ones that I'm not objecting too.