Freedom [Complete, 18+]

Chapter 2: The dangers of temptation (Matt's POV)

Chapter 2: The dangers of Temptation (Matt’s Point of view)

 

Oh my God. Why oh why did I ever agree to sit in with her whilst she showers? She always does this...that little moan....oh my God how I wish I could make her moan like that with my name on those perfect rosy red lips that I just want to capture my...no shit bad, shit very bad...calm down. Calm down or she will notice and she will misinterpret like she so often tended to do and believe that I was thinking of one of the school bimbos and not her. It couldn’t be further than the truth though, I mean I couldn’t even get it up without thinking of her. Their fake faces just merged together and were soon forgotten after they had satisfied their purpose, their annoying shrill squeals often ruining the fantasy that it was Kitty...oh dam concentrate on something else or you will need a cold shower yourself…oh but I could always join her....no very bad idea, bad idea, calm. Think come on crying babies, vomit, homework, car crashes...that’s it okay calm back to normal, well as normal as I ever am around her.

Thoughts returned to what I was always forced to remember when I was keeping her company like this, something which could sober up a clown: the reason why she was so scared shitless to shower alone. Since that...that bastard of a perverted old paedophile decided to be a peeping tom when she was only fucking nine years old. I had discovered him myself with his freaking binoculars on a tree branch as I climbed the tree to her bedroom since no-one was answering the front door. I smiled grimly as I recalled how I had managed to give him a black eye and make him fall to break his wrist despite only being a third of his age. My fists clenched on my jean clad thighs, I counted to ten trying to calm myself as red clouded my vision. Anger management problems they had called it. Since that night I had got into fight after fight, I didn’t actively seek them out they just seemed to find me especially when I was around her. I promised myself a long time ago that no-one would get their hands or any other appendage, the thought made me almost growl in my head, on her without it being removed very painfully.

If she found out how much I love her she would freak out so much and I just can’t bring myself to do it and take the chance just in case she wouldn’t want to be around me any longer: I couldn’t handle that. I don’t know what I would do if that happened, even a restraining order couldn’t keep me away. But that’s just getting away with myself as it’s not going to happen, not now not ever: I’m not telling her. She had my heart fully within her clutches with full control of whether she stokes it or pulverises it into tiny pieces.

Fully distracted from the magazine in my lap that I was randomly flicking through without taking in the words, I heard another sweet moan along with that sweet smell of her shampoo that makes me want to run my hands through her gorgeous curly locks all day long. Dam girl! Give me a break please, I just calmed down from the last one, usually it’s only once a shower. On shit, dam, fuck...she just did it again...yep okay remember crying babies, vomit, homework, car crashes...okay a bit better...hmmm I think I’m fine, yep  everything just fine down there I checked with a quick glance.

I heard the door of the shower open and a blast of hot air, damn she certainly likes hot showers, hits my back. Her feet hit the bathroom floor, and she paused as she slipped on her towel like always. Waiting a few moments to make sure that her mouth-watering curves were fully covered, I sat the magazine back down and turned around.

“All done then, what..?”

My words were caught in my throat as I took in the goddess that stood before which had certainly developed in the last couple of years. I swallowed trying to not let it show that I was practically drooling. Oh my God! I wanted to hold those perfectly round, firm breasts in my hands and...oh shit! It’s coming back with a vengeance and I can’t even focus enough on my calming words that usually work. All I could picture was enfolding her slender waist in my arms and pulling her in closer than anyone has been before. It was almost a burning need to make sweet love to her and the supposedly calming thoughts of crying babies wasn’t so calming anymore. It hinted at the potential of what could be ours in the future, which honestly scared the shit out of me. I didn’t even think I wanted kids but I suppose if they were ours, they would be perfect. Oh shit! I am in even more trouble than I realised.