EroticReverie

Liliana Lomeli

My boyfriend David collapses over me, panting hard, sweaty. He groans in my ear, kissing beneath it. 

"You cum baby?" he asks. 

"Uh huh" I nod, lying for the hundreth time. 

"Mmm, yeah, I take care of my girl" he kisses my neck and then rolls off me and onto his back. 

"mhm" I hum and lay there, pulling the covers up over myself as he kicks them off himself. 

It wasnt long after losing my viginirty to David that he'd started making me feel like there was something wrong me, because I wasnt orgasming during sex. Who knows, maybe there IS something wrong with me. Because I enjoy having sex with him. I like it a lot. He feels good inside of me. I think our sex is great. So eventually, I just started...lying. Faking it. Just so I didnt have to feel bad for making him feel bad. The only orgasms I've ever had, have been DIY's. Alone in my bed, with my hand, or the small vibrator hidden in my night stand. 

"I gotta get going." David says, rolling over, kissing my cheek, and I turn, reaching up and holding his face as I kiss his mouth.

"You just got here." I say , kissing him again.

"Told you, my dad needs me to help him with shit, I'll text you later." he says, and kisses me, then gets out of bed, and I just watch him remove the condom, tossing it in the waste basket near my closet door, and then watch him pull his clothes back on. 

"Love you baby" he says, then leaning over my bed and kissing my forehead and then my mouth.

"Love you too." I reply as he stands back up, winks and then grabs his cell phone from where it sits face down on the nightstand by my bed. 

"Later baby" he says and and smiles as he walks out of my room.

"Later." I barely speak the word as I sink into my bed, turning my head to the picture frame on my nightstand of me and David on prom night. Right beside the one from our semi formals, and our Junior prom last year. 

Highschool is over. All that Kelsi keeps telling me, plays in my head. David has felt....diffferent lately...like he's pushing me away...maybe she's right...maybe he knows after summer...he doesn't want to be with me ...doesn't want to make long distance work...and is slowly..preparing me for it? 

I sigh and then close my eyes and reach between my legs, to finish myself off.

Except it's not David that I think about...it hasn't been David I think about for over a week now. A week since the night I spoke to Jackson the day he'd first moved in. A week has gone by, without a word , nothing but a few glances here and there. 

I'm rubbing my clit slowly, biting my lips as I imagine his voice, and the way he smelled, that disgusting cigarette scent, mixed with his cologne, and the smell of beer on his lips. Yet somehow, that scent that I still carried in  my memory, was getting me wet as hell , and my back arches as I breathe out his name. 

"Jackson" I exhale, guilt gnawing at me, but my pussy demands to be acknowledged, demands me to give it what turns it on more than ever. So I feed it the memories of his voice, the things he said, checking out of my ass, thankful I was eighteen...so...hot....Jackson Miller....is so fucking hot. I whimper and then my phone rings making me startle with a squeak and I grab my phone. 

Unknown caller. 

"Hello?" I answer as I swipe the call. 

"Liliana?" and familiar voice comes through the phone.

My brows scrunch. I hold the phone away from my face and stare at the phone with confusion.

"Neighbor girl?" his voice comes through the phone.

"Jackson?" I ask as I bring the phone back to my ear. God, did he HEAR ME?! No , no, I fucking WHISPERED his name while touching myself, there was no way he heard me. Did I just manifest this man calling me? Was my pussy a wizard? 

"How did you get my number?" I ask, confused as to how he knows it. 

"Your mother. She gave it to me the other day, hers too. Incase I ever needed anything..ya know...a cup of sugar." he says , but Ive never heard the words "A cup of sugar" sound  so fucking erotic. And im sure the lowering of his voice, the low rumble added to it, was more than intentional.

"uh huh...sure....a cup of sugar." I say. 

"Was that your boyfriend that just left your house?" he asks. 

"Um...yeah." I answer. 

"Didnt he just get there?" he asks.

"Are you...spying on me?" I ask, sitting up in bed, walking over to my window, pulling my comforter with me, holding it to my chest. When I get to the window, there he is...standing in his yard. Fucking shirtless. Holy...fuck. My mouth goes dry as I look at Jackson Miller, shirtless in a pair of basketball shorts, and sneakers, looking like he's just run a marathon, sweat glistening off his tanned skin. Fuck. 

"Spying? No. I was doing yard work. Saw him pull up...then pull away about ten minutes later." he says, eyeing me in the window. I clutch the comforter to my chest.

"Yeah, well...he had to go help his dad .....he....why am I explaining this to you?" I ask. 

"Get dressed and come down here." he says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I want your company Liliana." he says. 

"You do?" I ask and he smirks up at me. 

"I do. Now get some clothes on, and come down here and help me weed this shit." he says gesturing to the flower beds laying in front of his windows and I laugh.

"Oh so this isnt about my company, but about making me do WORK?" I ask and he smiles.

"Whatever answer is the one that gets you bent over in my front yard Liliana...that's the answer I'm going with. " he says and my breath catches.

"You said you wouldnt-"

"I know what I said...but it's been a fucking week since I've gotten a good look at it...come show it to me." he smirks. 

"I have a boyfriend Jackson" I say nearly fucking breathless in the phone.

"Yeah... I know....I promise...I just want to look at it." Jackson says. 

"Thats still ..I can't." I breathe. 

"The tiniest shorts you've got Liliana. Put them on and come be neighborly with me." he smirks. I swallow.

"Come get those knees dirty Liliana" he says, nearly whispering, but his voice still a low rumbles, that shoots straight to my nipples.

"You're the worst neighbor ever." I exhale and he chuckles.

"Thank you." he says.

"not a compliment Jackson" I say and he grins.

"You. That ass. Down here. Now." he says. 

I roll my eyes. 

"Cmon neighbor girl" he winks up at me. 

"I'll let you meet my cat." he says, and I smile. 

"you dont have a cat." I say. 

"Okay, im just trying to lure you down here." he says and I laugh. 

"Please come down, I really do just want your company." he says.

"Liar." I glare at him through the window.

"Bring that ass Liliana" he says , then hangs up the phone, winks, and goes back to doing his yard work. 

I watch him for a few more moments, shake my head, then against my better judgement, I throw on a lilac romper. Nothing else. No panties. No bra, because my nipples remember just how much they liked him checking them out for that brief moment the other night. 

I put on a pair of flip flops, toss my hair up into a bun, since it's so fucking hot out. I throw on some SPF to my face and chest, my arms and legs, and then go outside and play with the devil.