EroticReverie

Tyson - One year later 

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!” I yell the second Peach closes the door to our newer apartment.  

She’s wear a tight little black dress and heels that she’d bought with some of the birthday money we’d given her last week. The dress barely covered her god damn ass and her breasts were heaving over the top. We hadn’t said a thing when she left. We didn’t want to tell Peach how to dress. But none of us were fucking happy her leaving the house like that. 

“I’m sorry, I ..I lost track of time” she says strolling in at one in the fucking morning without a care in the fucking world. 

She looks around at the five of us all standing there arms crossed and pissed off. Pissed off because we had no fucking idea where she was. She didn’t have a cell phone to call. Pissed off because we were all panicking that something bad had happened to her. All of us ready to scour the city for her. 

“YOU COULDNT FUCKING CALL PEACH?!” I yell at her. Unable to stop myself even as tears immediately fill her eyes when she senses how angry we all are with her. 

“What happened ?” Nash asks her in a voice far more calm than my own. 

“Nothing happened, I just…I lost track of time. I’m sorry” she says as her voice cracks and tears spill down her cheeks. 

“DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WORRIED WE WERE?!” I keep telling because my heart is still beating with the adrenaline of thinking something happened to her. 

“I’m sorry!” She cries and stands there looking at me with apology all over her gorgeous face. She looks to the others. 

“I’m sorry!” She cries. 

Rowan is the first to break, walking over to her and pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. His relief that she’s okay is as great as the rest of ours as he sighs heavily. 

“I THINK THE CURFEW WE HAVE IN PLACE IS PRETTY FUCKING FAIR PEACH” I yell as Rowan holds her. None of them stop me from yelling at her. Even if a few of them give me looks that suggest I should take it easy. 

She’s never done this. She’s always been home far before the midnight curfew on weekends and the ten pm curfew on school nights. So maybe I SHOULD be giving her some slack, but I’m too fucking angry. To fucking pissed that she’d make us worry about her like that when she knows how much we all care about her. How much we fucking love her. 

Rowan is whispering to her. Trying to calm her down from crying as I keep yelling. 

“WE THOUGHT SOMETHING FUCKING HAPPENED TO YOU. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING SELFISH YOU WERE?! OUT FUCKING LIVING IT UP WHILE THE FIVE OF US WERE HERE WORRIED SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED TO YOU?!” 

“I’m s-sorry” she blubbers into Rowan’s chest. Her arms wrapped around him as he rubs her back. Gently telling her that we were scared.

“IF ANYTHING EVER FUCKING HAPPENED TO YOU PEACH!” I yell. “FUCK!” I say and turn and clench my fists as Nash looks at me. Shaking his head. 

“She said she’s sorry” he says and I grit my teeth. 

“YOU NEVER FUCKING PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN!” I say turning back towards her. 

“YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!” I yell and she sobs harder. 

“I won’t” she cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she repeats. Rowan kisses the top of her head as he holds her to him and I go to my fucking room and slam the door. 

I never expected in a million years , that I’d live with four other guys and one girl. One girl that would change my life so significantly that I could worry about her as much as do. 

Since the day she moved in, since that second night when she’d woken up screaming , I felt it even then. The worry I had for her. How I’d somehow already cared so much about a stranger.  What was supposed to be temporary. Her and Nash living with us, turned into something permanent. Because it only took days for the others to realize that Peach wasn’t someone they wanted to let go of. 

She was so fucking sweet from day one. She only goes to school. While the rest of us work. Me and Dane going to college at the same time playing college basketball.  Since we don’t expect her to help out with rent, and only want her to focus on school. Peach takes it upon herself to cook for us , and even though we’re not a messy bunch, she cleans up after everyone as her way of pitching in. We all still clean as well, but the second Peach sees us lift a finger she insists that we let her do it. Insisting that if we get to take care of her , then she gets to take care of us too. The girl has every single one of us wrapped around her fucking finger. 

I’m laying in bed trying to calm myself enough to get back to sleep and can’t because I can’t have the last things I said to her before falling asleep be angry words or me fucking yelling at her. 

When I go to my door  and open it. Peach is there her little fist raised to knock. And she startles the same as I do. 

I watch her swallow as she looks up at me. She’s wearing one of Nash’s plain white shirts that hang to almost her mid thigh , she always sleeps in his shirts. Her version of a security blanket. 

“Please don’t be mad at me” she says her voice is so small and I hate it. I hate that she sounds so distressed. Even if she made me and the rest of them lose our fucking minds tonight. 

“I’m sorry Tyson” she says as her already red eyes start to produce new tears and I take her into my arms. Pulling her shorter frame against mine and feel her body sag in relief as I hold her tight. 

“You fucking scared me” I say gently. 

“I know” she says. “I’m so sorry” 

I know I shouldn’t. But I pull her into my room and shut the door and then pull her into bed beside me. 

She only ever sleeps beside Nash. And it’s only when she has her nightmares. 

She settles into my bed beside me , her arm wrapped around me , her head on my chest.

“Don’t ever do that again Peach” I say quietly. 

“I won’t. I promise.” She says quietly and i pull her tighter to me and she cuddles even closer , tighter to my body and I already know what we all know. That I’m in love with this fucking girl. That were all in love with her, yet can’t fucking have her and as she lays here with me , I can’t help but be a little jealous that Nash gets to do this with her often. 

“I love you” she says quietly. It’s not the first time she’s said it to us. 

“I love you” I say softly. 

It’s silent for a few moments as we just lay there. She shifts slightly upward and then presses a kiss to my cheek. 

When I turn my head to look at her , her pretty face only inches from mine. It’s so tempting, and I want to kiss her, want to take Nash’s shirts off her and kiss her whole damn body. It was an urge I know we all fought. An urge that we never spoke about but it was clear as day the choke hold this girl had on all of us. The fact none of us dated other girls. Maybe fucked around a bit to take care of our needs. But we were all in love with her. All of us. In love with the same fucking girl who wasn’t even eighteen yet. 

It’s not like any of us were more than a few years older, but it still felt wrong. But tonight I didn’t care. 

I turn to her , so we’re both on our sides and then gently slip her onto her back as she looks up at me. None of us have ever voiced it to her , but the way she’s looking at me , I’m sure that she feels for us the exact same way we do for her. 

“Youre so fucking beautiful” I say as my hand gently holds her beneath her chin. 

She inhales as my hand slides down and to the side of her neck. 

“So are you” she says quietly making me snails softly and I lean in closer. My body slightly hovering over hers as I let my hand slip down her side and watch her chest rise as she inhales sharply. 

“I shouldn’t be doing this” I say quietly and her breath trembles. 

“Doing what?” She asks as my hand slides down her hip and to her bare thigh, my large hand slipping up her skin and pushing her shirt up slowly along her hip and I groan when my hand hits her hip and I don’t feel and underwear. My cock is hard and it wants her. Wants this girl so fucking much it hurts. 

I grab her hip and then lean in closer, and look in her eyes as I bring my mouth to hers gently. I brush my lips lightly over hers and don’t think I’ve ever heard a more beautiful sounds then tiny gasp that hits my lips or the soft moan that hums against them as Peach pushes her mouth back against mine. 

I groan quietly as her soft mouth whimpers on my lips and her hips lift up and I slide my hand behind her hip and over her bare as cheek. 

She moans louder as my hand pulls, grabbing her ass and then pulling her ontop of me as her mouth continues to feed mine. 

“Baby girl” I groan as I feel her hips push into me and she grinds against me as I part her lips with my tongue. 

“Tyson” she whimpers my name and my hands go to her bare ass, and I grab her sweet ass in my hands and groan as my tongue touches hers and she licks over my tongue and then over my mouth. 

“Fuck Peach” I groan. 

“We can’t” I say. “We have to stop” 

But my mouth, my hands kneading her ass tell her all she needs to know. That I can’t stop. 

“I cant, I don’t want to” she breathes sweetly on my lips and then my hands slide up her back and under her shirt and she moans against my mouth. 

“Undress me” she whispers and I groan. 

“Peach” my hands pull on her and my hands slide back down to her ass. 

“We can’t baby girl” I tell her as she moves down. Moves down till her naked pussy is rubbing against my cock through my boxers. 

“Fuck baby girl, don’t do that” I say through gritted teeth as she rocks her hips and pushes up and places her hands on my bare chest. 

“I want this, I want you to take me Tyson” she says and my cock throbs against her warm pussy as her hot body moved and those hips roll and I watch her as she takes her shirt and lifts it. 

“Fuck” I groan at the sight of her tits , of our beautiful fucking girl, naked on top of me. 

“Youre seventeen” I groan and she moans softly. 

“It doesn’t matter” she insists as she takes my hands and lifts them towards her body. 

“Touch me” she whispers. 

“Baby girl” I groan and then my hands are on her, her beautiful tits in my hands and I’m rubbing them, cupping them and squeezing them as she rides my cock through my boxers. 

“I think about you all the time , like this” she moans. “All of you” 

I groan , my secret suspicions confirmed. 

“You have no idea how often I think of you like this baby girl” I say and then draw her down and take one of her nipples to my tongue and flick it as she moans. 

“I’m so wet” she moans. 

I growl and gently bite her nipple. 

“Please, … I want you to fuck me Tyson” 

The guys will kill me. Whether I fuck her or not. I’ve crossed a fucking line tonight and my hands and mouth won’t back up over that line. 

“We can’t Peach” I tell her. “But god, I want to baby girl” I groan as I suck her perfect nipple into my mouth. 

“We can” she moans. 

“Fuck me, please Tyson, I want you inside me” 

I groan and let myself taste her nipples , let my hands slip all over her perfect soft body , I only allow myself a minute more of this perfection before I’m pulling her off me and kissing her once more before telling her she needs to go to her own bed. 

She’s not happy with me. And that’s okay. 

When she goes to her room, I lay in bed , my eyes closed, dick in my fist and cum harder than I have in a long fucking time now that I know what our girl looks like naked and the way her mouth tastes, and how good her nipples feel against my tongue. 

I don’t tell the guys what happened.  And Peach thankfully doesn’t bring it up again for a long time.