The End

Prologue

Scott’s P.O.V.

“Sierra, I need to ask you a question.”

“What’s up Officer Diaz?” A pang of guilt hit me when she called me that. It showed our age difference, which I hated.

“Do you believe that the world is going to end tonight?”

Sierra giggled slightly.

              

“I do not totally believe it, but I live each day like it’s the last. Why do you ask?” Rain started to fall heavily, soaking us within seconds.

“Quick! Get in my car!” We jumped in my Chevy Impala; the backseat of it. I looked at Sierra, and I could feel my pants begin to stir. I could see through her white tank top clearly, and I saw her bra that fitted her breasts perfectly. I could also see the navel piercing she had; the design of handcuffs. I cleared my throat loudly. “I can’t believe the rain was so heavy. I mean it was all of a sudden.”

‘Scott, please don’t do it.’ An ominous voice echoed in my head. I closed my eyes for a brief second, hoping that it would go away. I was with Sierra, and this is what I wanted. I wasn’t going to let a thought bother me.

           

Sierra giggled again and moved closer to me, resting her hand on my thigh. “That was pretty funny though. You should’ve seen the look on your face. It was pure shock.” She started rubbing my thigh lightly, and I could feel my face heat up. “Anyways, why did you ask me if I believed that the world would end?”

               

“I asked because I wa-“ I cut off short. Sierra put her hand on my lower half and was rubbing it. “Sierra, what are you doing?” My voice was breathy and an octave higher. I could feel myself stiffen further.

           

‘You love me! Not her!’ The voice called out once more, ‘You can have me instead.’ This time, I tensed more. I didn’t know why I was hearing this voice, but I feel like I’ve heard it before. I tried to push the thought out, trying to focus on Sierra and what my plans were for her.

“It’s pretty self-explanatory. I’m feeling your sacred body. It looked like it needed help.”

               

“Why are you doing that though? It’s inappropriate to do.” My breathing was ragged. How could she get me to have this reaction, when my own wife couldn’t get any reactions out of me?

           

‘I should be the only one able to get you like this...come back to me.’ The voice demanded my attention, nearly begging me. I leaned back some, taking deep breaths. I needed these voices to stop. They couldn’t ruin what was about to happen. I needed to be with Sierra in anyway possible. These voices were trying to toy with me.

“Truth is, I’ve always wanted to do this to you. I’ve dreamed of feeling how big you are, and frankly, you feel quite large.” My face was flaming red.

           

“Sierra… why have you wanted to? I’m three times your age.” Why was I feeling so apprehensive all of a sudden? Isn’t this what I wanted?