EroticReverie

Bryce Brighton 

I’d been sixteen when I first fell in love with Vienna Vacarelli.  She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She still is. 

A part of me had been hopeful that she’d have somehow aged twenty years in the two it’s been since I’d seen her. But even if she had, I bet she’d still be fucking gorgeous.  

Her long blonde hair was still shiny , soft and thick. Her blue eyes still reminded me of an ocean I would willingly drown myself in. Her breasts still hung perfectly , and were still a bit more than a handful.  Her pussy, still the most amazing thing I’d ever felt in my fucking life. 

Alright, so I was only eighteen. And he only been having sex for two years. But I’d done a lot of practicing after losing my virginity to the woman I’d fell in love with the second I saw her.  Her pussy was all I wanted. Two years of trying to fuck my way out of being in love with a woman that I couldn’t have. It didn’t work. Not even a little bit. I’d known before I even laid eyes on her again. I could tell I was still fucking in love with her because of how god damn giddy and excited I’d been on the drive to the airport and the entire flight to come spend the summer with Preston , here at his fathers. Because I knew I’d be seeing her again. She was still married to Vance, so I knew she’d be here. And fuck, I think I loved her even more now. 

“You haven’t called.” Priscilla says as I FaceTime with her after cleaning myself up from the secret fuck I’d just had with her step mother. 

“Sorry baby, how’s London?” I say, making my apology and then changing the subject so she can’t guilt trip me for not calling her for two days. 

I listen to Priscilla tell me about London, and how she’s excited to go to France in a week. Her and her friends all spending the summer , traveling around Europe. 

Priscilla is a great girl. She’s pretty , she’s smart , she’s sweet, she’s a lot of things a guy wants in his future. Except there’s one problem. She’s not the thirty year old woman I’ve been obsessed with for the past two years. 

“You could still come here you know? With your girlfriend. Instead of hanging out with my brother all summer.” She says and I don’t bother to entertain that way of conversation. 

“You guys staying with Gias grandparents in Italy?” I ask. 

She sighs. “Yes Bryce. I just said that. Are you even listening to me?” She asks. 

No. No I’m fucking not. Because I’m still listening to the sound of your step moms moans and her wet cunt getting fucked by my dick, cause the sound is still in my fucking ears and playing in my head. 

“Yeah baby. I’m sorry. Just tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night. Was thinking about you.” I say to manipulate the attitude she’s about to give me. Even if it’s a lie. Even if I was up all night because I was stroking my cock knowing I was under the same roof as Vienna and knowing that today we’d be alone together , finally. 

She gives a sigh. 

“I think about you too. All the time. I miss you.” She whines. 

“Miss you too baby.” I say. Another lie. I’m a shitty person. A shitty boyfriend. But I can’t very well tell her the truth. I’m expected to marry this girl. And if it weren’t for Vienna , I’d actually want to marry Priscilla. If Vienna didn’t exist , I couldn’t easily fall in love with a girl like Priscilla. Her blows jobs alone would have any guy wanting to put a ring on her finger. 

“We should have…you know …before I left.” She whispers.

Priscilla didn’t want to wait till marriage. She’d practically begged me to have sex with her before she left for Europe. And of course I’d wanted to. She was hot as hell and kept my dick hard practically twenty four seven. But I knew I’d be coming here. So as shitty as am for cheating on her , I couldn’t let her give me her virginity , knowing I was in love with another woman. 

“We’ll have plenty of time for that.” I say and she huffs. 

“It’s like you don’t even WANT to.” She says starting to herself worked up. 

“We should wait. Till we’re married. It’s romantic.” I say and she scoffs. 

“What’s that sound for?” I ask. Even though it shouldn’t. I should just make an excuse to end the call. 

“You are the LEAST romantic guy on earth Bryce.” She says.

“Ouch.” I say. Even though it’s true. It wasn’t my fucking fault I didn’t care enough to be romantic with her. I was too busy thinking about Vienna for two years. Too busy wanting to romance a thirty year old. 

“Baby, you know it’s true.” She says softly. 

“Mhm.” I say. “I gotta go.”

“And do what?!” She squeaks in protest. 

“We haven’t even talked in two days and we’ve barely talked for more than five minutes and you’re rushing me off the phone?” She asks with a huff. 

“Baby, calm down” I say. 

“Oh. Oh. No you did not.” She huffs and I groan and rub a hand over my face. 

“Calm down? Did you just tell me to calm down?!” She squeaks. 

“Baby, please, I’ve got a headache” I say. 

“Oh, boohoo. Screw you Bryce. You know what. Fine. Have fun with my fucking brother all summer you ass!” She says and I open my mouth to say something but the call ends and I roll my eyes and drop the phone to the bed.

I groan and fall back on the bed and then lay there. If I was a better guy, I’d end the relationship. But Priscilla would be a great wife. She cared about, and is in love with me. She hasn’t said it, but I know she is. She’d be loyal as fuck. She COULD make me happy. She really fucking could. If I could just LET Her. But I fucking can’t. 

I curse and sit up and decide to go downstairs, maybe have a drink by the pool or some other bullshit. Preston is out with his girlfriend Jenny, who’s here for a few days before flying back home. So I need to find something to do until then. 

And when I walk downstairs into the kitchen to grab a drink. I don’t just find something to do. I find someone to do. 

Vienna looks up from where she stands. Wearing a different dress now. A floral print sundress with short billowy sleeves , and white apron as she stands at the large center island with a recipe card in one hand and a bunch of vegetables laid out and an array of spices sitting in little dishes. 

Her cheeks flush and I grin because I can see her neck. Where the bite is given her neck is now covered by makeup. Her hair pulled up into a large bun. 

The way I’d left that room after fucking her was a bit of a dick mood. But I was still trying to convince myself I could fuck her out of my system. Maybe I could. But currently, that fuck upstairs only had me wanting more of her. 

“What are you making?” I ask as I walk over and stand beside her. 

“Dinner.” She says and I smiles as she clips her response and doesn’t look at me as she reaches for a knife. 

“I’m sorry.” I say as I slide behind her. I place my hands on either side of her. Her hand lowering , slipping away from the knife as she places her hands on the counter. 

“For what?” She asks with a shrug. 

“A lot of things.” I say, my voice low. I was a few inches taller now than I’d been two summers ago. I was six four to her five foot seven. But she was about five nine in her heels. 

“I’m sorry for leaving the room the way I did .” I say and she sucks in a breath as I let my lips brush the shell of her ear. 

When I argued with Priscilla. I always tried to find ways around actually apologizing to her. Because i never really felt sorry. I felt fucking trapped. It wasn’t Priscilla’s fault though. 

With Vienna, the apology comes easily. Because I want to apologize to her. I want to make up with her a million times. 

“I’m sorry for making you have to cover that mark on your neck with makeup so nobody sees what I did while inside of you.” I whisper and she whimpers softly as I move one hand. Dropping it down onto her hip. Under her apron and over her pelvis. 

“I’m sorry for only giving you a taste of what I know you want. Sorry for walking out when we both know you weren’t fully satisfied.” I whisper and she moans as I tuck my hand between her legs and push her dress and my hand to the apex of her thighs. Sliding my hand down to cup her pussy through her dress. 

“Sorry it’s been two years since either of us has had one another” I whisper as I rub her pussy and her hips roll forward and she rubs herself on the heel of my palm and I groan. 

“Sorry that you married the wrong man” I whisper and she sucks in a breath as I move my other hand and drag her dress up her thigh and let the other drop and lift her dress once more just like I’d done upstairs. 

“Sorry that I’m about to make a mess of your married cunt all over again , by filling you with the cum you crave , Vienna” I groan and she curses softly and her legs shift together as grab her panties and drag them down. 

“Do you want me to fuck you while we pretend I’m your husband and you’re my pretty wife?” I ask and she moans and nods , making me groan. 

“I’ve missed you. For two years I’ve been thinking about nothing but you Vienna” I tell her and she shivers as I drag her panties down to her thighs , then grab my belt , undoing it , unzipping my pants and shoving them down. 

“It might be his ring on your finger Mrs. Vacarelli…but it’s my cock that owns you, isn’t it?” I groan as I grab my cock and dip myself down slightly and press it against her cunt from behind as her panties fall down her legs and she steps one heel out of them and spreads her legs as she nods. 

“I’ve fucked plenty since that summer …but my cock has missed you….its only happy when it’s inside of you…this cock…is yours Vienna, it’ll always belong to the woman that took my virginity…and made me fall in love with her” I whisper and she sucks in a breath and I grab her hip and push deep inside of her.