Midnight Desire | MATURE JB

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Disappointment was waiting for me when I got home. I had planned on making a beeline for my bedroom, seeking to relive and relieve. I finally knew what real breasts felt like, well at least breasts covered with two layers of cloth, thin though it might be. I really wanted to exploit my recent experience, savor it with a celebratory wank. Unfortunately, I managed to walk in the door just as Esme was serving Sunday dinner, a long drawn out affair at our house. I sighed in frustration and joined the family at the dining room table. The monster rubbed itself against the table leg.

I was further dismayed when Bella became a subject of discussion at dinner.

"Justin, I really like Chelsea. She's so sweet," Esme announced.

"Yes, I think so," I agreed.

"And so pretty too," Esme added.

"Next time, I want to spend some time with Chelsea. Quit hogging her, Justin," Alice demanded. Over my dead fucking body...

Emmett kept his mouth shut, but his promise of this morning didn't stop him from sending me leering looks and snickering from time to time. Rosalie just rolled her eyes whenever Chelsea's name was mentioned. After several minutes, I managed to change the subject. I didn't like my relationship with Chelsea being fodder for the family. And I really needed to keep her off my mind at the dinner table. It would be extremely embarrassing if I couldn't leave my chair when the meal was over.

When it was, I skipped the apple pie and excused myself from the table. I had my own thoughts about dessert. I hurried to my room and got ready for bed.

I didn't feel the same sense of urgency I had felt so often lately, so I took my time, prolonging the experience. I generously lubed my hand and began casually stroking myself, remembering the weight of Chelsea's breasts in my hands, how it felt to find her nipples under the fabric and tease them to life, the exquisite sounds of pleasure she had made. With a wave of my magic wanking wand, our clothes disappeared, and I was now fondling her naked breasts as Chelsea slowly rode my cock. I let her set our pace, and it was exquisite as she slowly moved herself up and down my engorged length, clenching her inner muscles around me. She finally had enough of teasing me and began driving harder and faster, relentlessly massaging my cock. The violence of my orgasm shook, me and I moaned loudly in release. God how I love that woman...

I couldn't wait to see Chelsea in the morning. I arrived a few minutes early and parked in the thankfully empty driveway. I approached the door, intending to make good use of the short time we had to be alone. The monster eagerly followed.

Chelsea apparently had the same idea, because when she opened the door she took my hand and dragged me inside the house. I leaned her against the wall and gazed spellbound into her lovely eyes. My hands trailed slowly from her shoulders down her arms as I nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply, re-familiarizing myself with her scent. I clasped her waist and kissed her with slow intensity, allowing my hands to slide upward and cup her captivating breasts. I squeezed gently while my tongue explored her mouth.

When I released her, she smiled shakily and breathed, "Well, good morning to you too." I grinned like the village idiot.

Let's skip class and fuck! screamed the monster.

We reluctantly left for school. I dropped Chelsea off at her classroom with another meaningful kiss. I had never been a big proponent of public displays of affection, but I wanted everyone to know my claim on her now—every guy that is, many of whom had been after my lust magnet.

Mine! All mine! shouted the monster.

We met up again to walk to lunch, and that began a habit of sitting and eating with my siblings. Alice and Chelsea were starting to get closer, and that was fine with me. Upon reflection, it had occurred to me that should they become friends...well, girls did like sleepovers, didn't they? I was content to just sit and watch her during our lunch break like a love struck fool in spite of Rosalie's obvious contempt.