EroticReverie

Kitty Lozano

I giggle as we hurry to the basement stairs and I lock the door behind me and we go down into my room.

"Shit" he groans and pulls off his own shirt as I immediately unbutton my jean shorts. 

I slip off my big shoes as fast as I can and he unbuckles his belt and slides it off and undoes his jeans.

"fuck Kitty" he groans as I walk over. 

"do you really want me to leave the shirt on?" I ask.

He nods. "uh huh" he says with a little smile, as he grabs his dick and strokes it and I laugh and walk over and push him into a sitting postion on my bed and then get to my knees. 

"Fuck" he groans as I immediatly lick up the length of him, pushing his hand away as I let my tongue and tongue ring glide up his dick and roll around the head. 

"Fuck Kit" he groans and then his hands are in my messy hair, pulling it back to hold it in a makeshift pony tail with his fist as he watches me move my mouth onto his cock and take him inside. 

"Yes" he grunts as I keep my eyes on his, my mouth bobbing up and down. "Shit" 

He lets out a long groan as I deep throat him and moan on his cock. 

"Kitty....fuck" he grunts, and I love how vocal he always is, i love that everything i do to him seems to ellicit some kind of grunt or groan, and that he's never quiet. I moan a bit louder on his cock and reach down and slip my hand into my panties as I rub my clit and he groans watching me. 

"Fuck yeah, touch that pussy" he says and licks his lips. 

"rub that pussy while you suck this cock" he grunts and I moan a bit more, growing so fucking wet as he watches me pleasure myself with his dick in my mouth.. 

"fuck, you dirty fucking girl" he groans. 

"You suck cock like such a little slut" he says and I whimper and suck him faster, a bit harder and gag myself with it and he groans. 

"fuck, you're gonna make me bust in your mouth...get up here." he says, and pulls me, my mouth popping off his cock and I pant as I lift up and straddle his lap, my knees on the bed as both of us eagerly line him up with my center, him ripping at the crotch of my fishnets once again, ruining another pair, as pulling my panties aside,  and I sink down onto him.

"Oh shit" I hiss as I lean my head back with a groan, my hair falling down my back as he grabs my hips. 

"Oh my god" I whimper and immediately start to ride him, my body too desperate and needy to take it slow and I whine quietly, hearing the laughing of the kids, the chatter of the adults, and the music playing on a small speaker through our window upstairs into the backyard.

"Oh my fucking god" I groan as my hips buck harder and his hands grab me tighter at my hips. 

"yeah? that feel good Kit?" he grunts.

I nod. "so fucking good" I cry quietly and then lift my head and crash my mouth to his, his hands slipping up my back and into my hair, grabbing fistsfulls of it as he thrusts slightly as I come down and he groans as I moan into his mouth. 

He wraps one hand around my waist, pushes us back further onto the bed and lays back, peeling my shirt off , and then swiftly removing my bra with one hand and I shake it off as he pulls at it , and his hands come to my tits as I slip my hands into my own hair, bouncing on his dick as my bed squeaks lightly and he pinches and pulls my nipples as I keep holding my hands in my hair, lifting it, my hips bucking as I come down on his dick, circling my hips. 

"fuck Kitty" he groans. "You're so fucking hot" he says and pulls me down, my tits to his chest as I place my hands on his chest and slip them to his shoulders as our mouths crash, and he rolls us over so he's ontop and then lifts my leg up into the crook of his arm , then the other, and he leans over me, going deep inside of me making me cry out.

"shhh" he hushes me as I choke back the cry I want to make as his cock pounds harder and faster. The bed slapping the side of the cement wall in the basement. 

"oh god, fuck me" I cry quietly and grab his face, looking him in his eyes. 

"fuck me Royce, fuck me" I beg. 

He grunts as he keeps going and I squeal slightly as he goes so fucking hard that it feels like its piercing my gut. 

"fuck my pussy just like that...fuck me hard...hurt me...yes...fuck!" I cry and he crashes his mouth to mine. 

"shut up Kit" he groans. 

"I dont need little kids hearing me fuck you" he growls. 

 "they w-wont" I moan. 

When I cry out again as he goes hard and fast, he claps a hand over my mouth. I really didnt think anyone would hear us, i wasnt screaming or anything, but he covered my mouth anyways and I licked his hand making him groan and slide it to the side and then shove his four fingers into my mouth, making me suck and tongue them.

"Shut up you gorgeous slut" he says and I groan, and bite at his fingers and he hisses pulling them out.

"You need me to smack you Kitty? Huh? That why you're biting? You want me to smack that gorgeous face?" he groans and I nod with a whimper. My cunt clenching.

"Slap me...please....please!" I cry and he does it. Never too hard, never as much as I can handle, but it's enough to drive me crazy, to make me want more. To beg for more. 

He slaps me a second time and I feel the sting more this time as I gasp and groan as he holds my face, his hips slamming into me as he licks over my mouth. 

"god your fuckin pussy is so good" he groans and then he's pushing up, pulling me with him onto his lap, and I wrap my arms around him as my tits mash against his chest as I put my feet to the bed as he sits on his knees with me in his lap as I ride him again. 

"fuck" he growls into my neck. 

"fuck me Kitty" he grunts. "give me that pussy harder" 

"slam that shit down on this cock" he growls as I moan and hold back my louder ones and my screams as I go crazy on his cock. Both of us groaning and I can feel how absolutely soaking wet I am, what a mess Im making of the both of us, and I grab his face again, kissing him passionately.

"That's it Kitty..cmon...fuck this cock..you nasty fucking girl...with your hot fucking pussy all over this fucking cock" he groans. 

"it's my fucking pussy Kitty...make me cum in it...make me give you all my cum in this messy little pussy" he groans and I cry out and curse. 

"I'm gonna cum!" I cry and he groans. 

"yeah?" Then cum...fucking do it....god...cum all over this fucking dick Kit...jesus...fuck...you feel so fucking good" he growls. 

As it's happening, as Im cumming on his cock, he holds my shaking body as I cry out and he  throws me back, onto my back as he holds my hips and keeps fucking me. 

"Fuck yes" he grunts. 

"mmm" he groans watching me still cum as my body shakes and he grabs my hips and fucks me as hard he can, driving deep inside of me and I cry out loudly. He grunts, his hips jerking and his cum spilling into me. 

His hips give a few more smaller thrusts and he groans as he then sinks down onto me, panting and breathes heavily as I wrap my legs aroung him, whimpering slightly as my cunt pulses still and I can feel the warm cum that has flooded me. 

"holy shit" I breathe almost breathless and he groans softly and lifts his head. 

"your pussy is gonna kill me, what kinda voodoo spell shit did you do to my dick?" he asks and I laugh and roll my eyes and he kisses me again before carefully sliding off and to the side on his back. 

"fuck Kitty." he says as he stares at the ceiling and I turn my head to look at him. 

I take in the sharp line of his jaw, his profile, the slope of his nose and his long lashes, the way his adams apple bobs in his throat as he swallows and breathes heavily. My heart beats fast still as I take in his features. I look at him, realizing how much I loved to just look at him. How attracted I was to everything about him. My heart begs me to stop looking, my mind doing the same. Both of them telling me it's dangerous to look at him like this. Longingly. Adoringly. Lovingly. 

I was in love with him. The beating in my chest only continued and I swear I felt a phantom stab of pain in it, warning me of what kind of heart break could come from falling in love with Royce Vandenberg. It didnt matter if I loved him, or even if he loved me back. His parents would never accept it. His friends wouldnt either. Plus the distance of him going off to college.  Plus, he'd most likely go pro with football, I just could tell. He didnt need a girlfriend distracting him from his dream, especially not me. But he was so handsome. He was so perfect and sweet, and I felt a rock form in my throat, wanting to cry, because I felt so lucky just to have had him, even if it was just sex for us. I will be able to always have these two years with him. I'd take it for what it was and hold onto it. I'd be an old lady playing the "what if" game with myself while I sat with a cat on my lap. Wondering what my life would have turned out to be if i'd told Royce Vanderberg I loved him.  

I couldnt imagine me with anyone but him. I could imagine him with a pretty wife though. Someone who dressed the part, someone who didnt have piercings in their face, and looked like a stepford wife or a model.  He'd probably date or marry some influencer type of instagram model once he went pro. I could picture his entire future in my head. His wife, his kids, their golden retriever and their extravagant lives. He'd be a great husband. A great father. He'd be so happy. He deserved it all too. 

He turns his head to me, and I give a lazy little smile as he looks at me and smiles back. 

He turns slightly and lifts his hand to my face, I close my eyes, loving how he always touches me after sex. How he always looks at me, talks to me, doesnt rush out the door after. Even guys Ive dated would excuse themselves right after. With some excuse to leave right after they got what they'd really wanted. 

I sigh as I feel the stroke of his thum over my cheek, over the dimple piercing and I feel him move over, and kiss the spot of my piercing, my heart melting.

"so perfect." he whispers. 

"no matter what, you're perfect." he says and I feel his words like a vice around my heart.

I sigh again. "I love you." 

Shit. 

My eyes fly open, my relaxed state a traitorous bitch, making words I was supposed to be holding onto, holding back and never letting leave my lips , had fucking slipped out in a state of bliss. His brows are lifted. 

"I..." I pause. I panic and push up.

"Kitty." he says as I fly up out of the bed. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. God..shit." I say, as I pull on my little spider man shirt , not even bothering to pull my hair out of the back. 

"Kitty...wait a second." he says and sits up. 

I shake my head. "No, I cant, you have to go, I have to go."

"Go where? it's your brothers birthday" he says. 

I shake my head. 

"you have to go!" I say as I pull on my shorts.

"My car is blocked in the driveway...will you just sit down...Kitty..I-"

"Dont" I cut him off. "Dont say anything...you have to go!" I plead , finally pulling my hair out of my shirt.

"What? Why? Sit down...why are you freaking out? Sit down." he says again. 

"I gotta go" I choke on a sob. 

"Kitty , don't...fuck" he says hopping up out of my bed naked, gloriously, beautifully naked. Grabbing for his pants. 

"Wait a sec Kit!" he yells to me as I start to dart up the steps. 

"No. I have to...you have to....dont be here when i come back...please....just...dont be here." I say and finish running up the stairs as he curses and calls for me, stumbling in his pants to try to follow after me. 

I book it out of the front of the house, running from him, from my house. 

I didn't mean to say it. I would never say that to him. Even if it were true. Because I was afraid, afraid he might actually feel it back. Afraid I'd hold him back, knowing what he deserved, and I didnt need him settling for me, or wanting me when he deserved better. 

I duck into the alley between a few of the houses further down , breathing hard as I hear my front door pop open and then slam as he yells out my name. 

Im breathing hard and heavy and then a few moments later I hear my mothers voice and the murmuring of him and her and close my eyes. 

I stay there for as long as I need to. Until he's returned back to the party with her, and I can creep back inside the house and go to my mothers room upstairs and hide out until it's all over. 

Until everyone is gone and Royce helps my mother clean up, and then drives off in his g wagon. 

When his car is far gone , I walk downstairs. My mothers eyes lifting to me, a small pity shake of her head is directed at me as I look down. 

"What did you say to that poor boy?" she asks as my brothers sit in the other room. 

"Nothing." I say and chew my lip. 

"What's your problem Kitty?" she asks putting her hands on her hips. 

"Wh-what?" I ask looking at her. 

"You. You date these good for nothing boys who treat you like crap, and you drive off the good one, the one who actually loves you...why baby? why? he's such a good boy." she says.

"Then you date him!" I yell at her , my eyes immediately lowering in shame for yelling at my mother. 

She huffs. 

"You know what...you wanna date boys that are gonna end up leaving with you three kids while they spend their lives in a jail cell..you go do that Kitty...you go right ahead. Make the same mistakes I did...settle for less that what you deserve. But know that I raised you better than that!" she yells, smacking her hand one hand on the table the other pointing at me across the table. 

"I tried to raise you better than that!" she yells. 

My brothers voices silencing from the other room.

"You did mom." I say, tears filling my eyes. 

"I just...I can't do that to him." I say my heart crumbling, I swipe angrily at the tears in my face.

"Do what? Love him? That boy is dying for you to love him Kitty. You think he'd be coming around this shit hole for two fuckin years if he didnt love you?" she says. 

"He doesnt come for the scenery baby girl...doesnt come for the food, cause there aint much of that...he comes for YOU." she says. 

"yeah...for sex." I say on a whisper. 

"That why he fixed your step last week? That why he waits outside when he drops you off to make sure you got in okay? That why he looks at you like you got fuckin rainbows and glitter shooting out of your ass?" she asks.

"Ma..." I say. 

"don't ma me...is that why he just spent the entire day here for your little brothers birthday...because you think he only cares about THAT?" she shakes her head. I hold my own arms, craddling myself as tears stream down my face.

"I'm your mother...I dont think anyone is good enough for you...but that boy...he is good. Real good. And you'd be a damn fool to keep pushin that boy away Kitty." 

"I dont push him aw-"

"No, you just hide up in my bedroom like a little girl till he's gone and left after picking up the damn party he paid for" she says and shoots me a glare.

"you dont understand!" I argue. 

"What dont I understand? That you're scared ? That you think you're not good enough for him, just cause he has money?" she puts her hands on her hips then throws her hands up.

"You know what , no, Im not pushing it Kitty. You do what you want. But im tellin you right now...you either be with that boy or leave him alone...cause you're stringing him along...giving him false hope." she says and I swallow. 

"no im not" I say. 

She glares at me. 

"Im not saying nothing else on the matter."  she says shaking her head and grabbing the gift bags and bringing them to the other room to let my brother open them.

The first gifts from me and mother , and my grandma. All small things. The second to last was from Royce, it was a brand new football and one of our high schools jerseys with "Lozano" on the back in Trevors size.  It was a small appropriate gift, and it made Trevor's eyes light up and he pulled on the shirt immedatiely. I swallowed down a regretful lump in my throat.

"Who's that one from?" my mom asks as he reads the small note. 

"From you and Kitty!" he says excitedly , my brows pinch as I look at my mom. 

He pulls out a few small wrapped gifts from the top of the bag, and rips them open and his eyes go wide. 

"What is- oh man!" he screams and then rips into the bag as I see he's just thrown two play station games half unwrapped on the floor, pulling out the larger box.

Trevor and Tyler both erupt into screams as Trevor rips the Spiderman wrapping paper from the box holding the newest play station. 

Fucking Royce. I shake my head. Maybe I was a fool like my mother said. But it wasn't an eighteen year guys responsibility to take care of the poor girl from school and her family.  I wouldnt let him fall in love with me, with my family. I wouldnt let him stay here. Because I knew that's what he'd do. 

I had to love him, or let him go. Just like my mother said.