Life & Love of the Tormented

Sixty Six

"Thank you for the meal ladies", William says to both Mum and I.

"I really didn't do much. I was more of the taste tester", I say laughing.

"That's still a very important part of the process", William says laughing with me.

  The vibes over dinner have been great. Will and Jarrod got here a few hours ago, around 5:30pm and the banter and laughs we've all had since have been nice.

It's comfortable.

  It's easy.

  We all seem to get along and there's no pressure. It's dinner with a family and Mum's home feels full and happy.

  I feel happy.

  That could be at the help of Carter. He's torn down the walls of my emotional fortress and has broken through the hard shell I spent years building to save myself from being hurt. It still scares the fuck out of me that I've let him so far in. But I have...

I really have fallen in love with him... And I hope sometime in the near future I can be everything he deserves...

  The mere thought of Carter sends a smile dancing across my lips. My eyes are cast down and for a moment I'm lost in my thoughts of him.

  Gross... I've got it bad!

  But fuck he is so hot!

  A replay of the weekend, in Carter's bedroom, comes crashing in and I can feel my cheeks flame.

  Each of his hands move slowly up the inside of each of my thighs as he parts them... His lips cause a shiver to run over my almost completely naked body when he presses them against the thin lace fabric of my g-string. He runs his tongue up my....

  "What are you thinking about Miss Amelia?", Mum asks catching the look I thought I was keeping to myself and gives me a sly smirk.

  Fuck!!!

  "Oh, nothing!", I squeak as embarrassment sets in on my face.

  Oh my fucking god!

  CAUGHT OUT!

"Shame Bitch", my conscience mocks me.

"What were you smiling about aye?", Mum pushes the topic playfully, talking over the bitch voice in my head.

  I rub my hands over my face, making me very aware of how burning hot my cheeks have suddenly become as I try to think of a white lie on the spot.

  I come up empty.

  Of course!

  I laugh awkwardly at her trying to deflect the question instead. "Well!", I say slapping each thigh, "I barely cooked so I'll wash up okay?", I stand abruptly in my desperate attempt to divert the conversation and begin stacking and clearing everyone's plates.

  "I'll help", Jarrod offers with a smile and piles the remaining dishes into his arms.

  "So you said you were studying photography?", he asks me as we enter into the kitchen, both with a handful of crockery and cutlery from the dinner table.

  "Huh? Sorry?", I reply, still reeling from the images that just played in my head.

So hot.

  "Your study? You're doing photography right?", he asks again.

  "Oh Yeah, at Griffith University in Brisbane... I got a scholarship after a TAFE exhibit I was a part of."

  "You travel to Brisbane for school?", Jarrod asks a little surprised.