EroticReverie

Cami …Two years later

I think about the night with Zion, everyday. I think about the tears I’d cried multiple times when I’d tried to get it to happen again and he’d told me to stop.  I’d more than wanted him, I’d gone and fallen in love with him. Begging him to let me in , begging him for more. More sex. And more of what he’d already told me he couldn’t give me. I’d been so sure that’s I’d be fine with just one night. But I hadn’t been. 

I never told anyone what happened. I’d never do that. No matter how hurt I’d been that he wouldn’t give me what I wanted from him. There were a couple times that I think he’d came close to giving in. But ultimately Zion had got what he wanted.  What he truly wanted and was done. 

So I started dating guys my own age. Partying and screwing around with boys I didn’t care about. And no matter how hard they fucked me. None of them could erase the damage Zion had done. He’d ruined me for anyone else. I only wanted him. 

By the time I was eighteen. I’d more or less “moved on”. I stuck to guys my own age. And had warned myself a reputation around town. Maybe it was because I thought if I did, that It would piss Zion off enough to tell me to stop. But he never said a word. Even if the entire club knew that I’d become a sex crazed young woman, they knew I was off limits. Sure the guys closer to my age could ASK my father for permission to date me. But none of them had the balls to. 

I’m nineteen now, going to a community college and living in a shared dorm.  It’s in the city. About an hour from town and I still go home often. Every weekend and sometimes during the week to do my laundry and steal food from my dad to bring back to my dorm. 

“Can’t believe I’m meeting your dad” Dylan , my boyfriend of three months says with a smile. 

“I’m nervous” he smiles at me from the drivers side of his car and I just look smile and look out the window. 

“Dont be. It’s not him you have to worry about” I gently tease him. I’d told him about how I grew up. How my family was a bunch of guys and women obsessed with Harley’s and I’d basically grown up in a bar through my teen years. I’d told him how everyone would give him shit and haze him. Because that’s always what they did for any of the guys that were outsiders dating one of their daughters. It was harmless. 

“I’m glad you’re bringing me babe.” He says with a smile as he reaches over and takes me hand. Interlocking our fingers as he drives. 

“Mhm, me too” I say. It’s not a lie. But it’s also not the truth. I was indifferent about it. Dylan was a good guy. A year older than me and had crazy good grades and probably could’ve gotten into a better school but wanted to stay close to home , because he wanted to stay near him family. It was such the opposite of so many people our age.  His family wasn’t crazy rich but they were well off. I’d let his mother and father on our third date. He’d been all too excited to have me meet them. They were nice enough. They liked me I guess. But it’s all just been …dull. I was trying to to force myself to be as in love with Dylan as he was with me.  I didn’t say it back the first time. Or the second. Or the third. And eventually I just felt bad and lied and said it back one night while having sex. And now I said it all the time. Feeling guilty that it was still a lie. I wanted to love him. I should. He’s perfect. But he’s not the man I love. 

I squeeze his hand a little and then we pull up outside the bar where I know everyone is.  It’s my fathers birthday and they’re all celebrating. 

Dylan mistakes the eagerness and excitement I have to get inside as excitement to introduce him to my father. He has no idea my excitement is over just being able to see the man I never really got over.  I haven’t seen Zion in months. Not really anyways. He leaves whenever I show up home. Avoids the bar on the weekends , claiming he’s busy with other “stuff” but nobody seems to pick up on the fact it’s always to avoid having to be around when I’m there. But I know he’ll be here. And I know he IS here because his bike is parked in the row of all the others. It’s my fathers birthday and he won’t leave tonight. 

Immediately upon entering several of the guys my age and older start in on Dylan. Giving him a bunch of “hurt her and you’ll have to answer to all of us” “what’s your intentions with our Cami?” And the whole lot of stereotypical questions of guys that are protective. They joke , but I know they’re also serious.  Dylan takes it all in stride as I stand beside him and hold his hand. My other on his chest as I look around the bar. 

My eyes take in the form walking down the hall from the back. Zion is buckling his belt with a big smirk on his face as a young redhead in a tight red dress fluffs her hair and giggles beside him. My heart sinks into my stomach because I know they just came from one of the back rooms and I know he’s just fucked her or gotten his cock sucked by her. 

Liam one of the younger meme bees catches me watching Zion and turns his head and laughs. 

“Oh yeah, that’s Destiny, Zion’s new piece” he laughs. My cheeks heat.

“Yeah” Mack another of the guys laughs. “Think the old man Zion is finally gonna get himself an old lady!” He yells and draws the attention of several people as well Zion and this Destiny bitch that I’ve decided I hate more than anything else in the world. 

Zion is laughing and smiling as he pulls Destiny to his side and then his smile drops as he sees me standing there. Watching. My lips purse a moment and then I look away. Because if I look for a second longer I’m going to cry. 

“Excuse me” I say. “Be right back”

“You good babe?” Dylan asks as I turn towards the restrooms. 

“Yeah” I force a smile.”just …long drive, need to use the ladies room” I say and he nods. 

“We got him. Don’t worry!” Mack says as he throws his arm around Dylan. “Let’s get you a drink boy” he says. Even though he’s only a few years older than Dylan. 

I walk into the bathroom and shit the door and take a deep breath as tears fill my eyes. My lower lip wobbling and I angry blink. Forcing the tears out of my eyes and wiping them and refusing to let any others fall. 

It’s not that I didn’t know that Zion wouldn’t be celibate after taking my virginity and devote his life to pining over me forever. It’s not like I didn’t know he’d fucked other women after me. I’d known. I’d heard. But I’d never seen him with another woman. Not ever. Not like that. Not walking with her proudly on his arm and showing her off. Even before that night. He never really dated women. He’d occupy the back room with random women here and there or ones that hung around just to get the dicks wet of members. But seeing him clearly taken with her and the way he’d let her hang on his arm. It stung. So much more than I expected it to. 

I gather myself and return to the bar. And as expected. Zion avoids me. Dylan is there telling me to slow down while I pound shots and beers. I don’t listen. Members of the club watch as I get shitfaced. Laughing and encouraging me while Dylan just laughs nervously and continues to tell me to slow down. I still don’t. I drink my fucking face off till I can barely stand. 

Then when I see Destiny leave.  And Zion retreat to the back. I slam down my shot and tell Dylan I’ll be right back. He’s distracted by Pamela the bartender whose leaning over the bar and sliding him another drink with her big fake tits pouring out of her top. Thank god for no man being immune to the allure of surgically enchanted tits. I stumble my way to the back of the club. And push open the door and find Zion sitting on the bed and his eyes come up and they flash. He shakes his head as I stumble in and close the door behind me. 

“Cami, you need to leave” he says. 

“Why?” I say . Tears already filling my eyes. 

“Because they can’t catch you in here. And you’re drunk -“

“No! Why?!  Why her?! Why not me?!” I say. The tears falling and his face softens before it hardens. 

“Cami. Go.” He says and I shake my head. Wearing my jeans and a tank top and sneakers I push my feet across the room to him and he tenses and I shake my head. 

“You’ve got a nice boy out there and-“ he stops when I reach him and grab his shoulders for balance and then start to straddle him. 

“Cami, stop” he says and I’m crying but I’m determined and wrap and arm around his neck as I force my way onto his lap and he sighs and shakes his head. 

“Cami, enough” he says. And I shake my head. 

“Why not me?” I ask again as I reach my hand to his face and place it over his salt and pepper beard , it’s still well kept. Short but covers all of his jaw and over his lip and I lean in and press my mouth to his. 

“Cam-“ I cut him off and kiss him again. Grinding in his lap and his hands grab my waist and he pushes me , but when my lips hit his a third time. They’re pulling and I his mouth is pushing back. 

“Cami, god damnit” he growls and then his hands are exploring my back and slipping under my tank top as my lips part and I kiss him fiercely and out tongues are pushing at one another’s and then his hands are grabbing my tank top and lifting it and I moan as his mouth leaves mine and goes down my neck. 

“Zion” I moan. My head going back and I’m drunk and dizzy but I won’t stop. I need him. 

His hands unclasp my bra and then throw it on the floor and then he’s turning and laying me on my back and then unbuckling his pants. 

“Take your pants off” he growls and I fumble with my jeans. Unbuttoning them. Unzipping. Shoving them down and then getting flipped over onto my stomach with my pants around my thighs and Zion presses his cock against my pussy. 

He pushes right into me.  And I let out a cry. He’s so thick, so big, but I can take it, I can take it so much better than the first time. He’s not at all slow or careful like he was with me that night. Zion did not fuck me that night. He’d made love to me. So fucking slowly. Carefully. Gently. 

“Fuck” he groans and braces himself on the bed. Hovering over me as he starts to pound me.  

“This what you want? Huh?” He growls angrily. 

“Yes” I cry. The bed squeaking with each angry thrust of his hips.  The head board hitting the wall as I’m given the only cock that belongs inside me. The only cock that’s ever filled me this way. 

“It’s still yours” I cry and he groans deeply and slams himself deeper and I cry out. His hand reaching to my mouth. Covering it and his mouth coming down to my head. Against my hair. 

“It’s always gonna be mine sweetheart” he grunts and fucks me. His thick dick stretching my walls and fucking me hard and deep as I clench around him. 

I grab the covers and moan into his hand as I get pounded against the edge of the bed. My legs together. Pants still around my thighs as my pussy soaks the cock inside of me and drips down my legs. 

“You really tried to give this little cunt to everyone you could, didn’t you sweetheart? But none of them felt quite right did they?” 

I cry into his hand. 

“We’re you trying to make me jealous?” He growls. 

I nod. Admitting that my bout of being the town whore was all because of him. 

“You can fuck every man in the city …in the world…and this …will still be mine” he says and thrusts hard and I scream into his hand. 

“I told you Cami….I can’t give you what you want….you’ll always be off limits….you’ll always be the sweet fucking girl that belongs on my cock sweetheart…but that doesn’t mean anything …it can’t….so I’m gonna fuck you…give you what you need…and you’re gonna go back to your good little boyfriend with my cum inside of you…and that’s that” he growls.  Tears running down my cheeks onto his hand. 

“Now be quiet , and let’s get your little pussy taken care of sweetheart…cause that’s all this is…me giving you some good fucking dick and then we’re both gonna go back to our lives”

His hand slips from my mouth and I cry as quietly as I can while he keeps fucking me. My tears soaking the bed as Zion fucks me like I know he wish he could’ve that night. He takes what I was too inexperienced to give him at the time. He fucks me like an animal. The bed slamming against the wall as the music blares in the bar keeping what we’re doing away from the ears of everyone else.