The Guy Next Door - Part 3

Lola awoke the next morning with a huge grin on her face; she'd spent the night dreaming of James. She replayed the images of her and James in positions she doesn't think possible if they were to really try them. She stands and stretches and slowly makes her way to the bathroom to get ready for college when she gets a sudden flashback from last night, her pale face is instantly stained red with embarrassment. She remembers the moaning blonde, his glorious body in action, both of them riding out waves of carnal passion while she crouched in the dark watching them and touching herself. Lola flushed red again thinking how creepy it was that she watched and not only that, but got off on it. She walked over to the bathroom mirror and started to wash her face feeling a strange rising urgency over something not remembered. Shaking of the feeling she slowly slipped her silken nighty off over her head and as it slid to the floor it hits her. 'He said MY name' Lola whispers to herself in shock. Thoughts were whirling around in her head, images of James face as he came, moaning her name, his expression of ecstasy, longing and passion just kept replying over and over in her mind. Flames of heat licked through Lola's body as she felt a mixture of confusion, Ankara escort desperation and lust. She wondered if maybe he'd saw her but nothing about the way he called her name sounded surprised or angry or anything remotely in that area. Then why, she thought to herself, what reason would James have to call out her name while having sex with another girl? 'Lola! You'll be late for college if you don't get your ass into gear!' Lola's mother shouted upstairs. She snapped herself out of her daydream, realized she was still naked and went to get changed in her room. 'Shit' James says in frustration. He should never have the left window open he thought, he knew he'd get caught, but then isn't that what he wants to happen? Didn't he want Lola to know, to be interested, to be his? A big part of him wanted to show Lola what he could give her if he had the chance but he know that if she ever let him, and he doubted that she ever would especially after last night, that he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He'd end up taking her more than just sexually and he couldn't do that to her. Once she was in on his secret and his life she'd never be able to get out, she'd have to join him, and he wouldn't wish that on her, Ankara escort bayan she was too innocent, too pure to taint like that. James knew Lola didn't like him in that way, knew that she was probably disgusted this morning remembering last night, but that wasn't the case last night. He could feel Lola's arousal; he could smell her crouched in the dark heat, passion, lust dripping from her pores. He sensed her shock when he moaned out her name as he came. "God Dammit!" He shouted. He'd forgotten about that. She must think I'm some sex crazed pervert who calls out the wrong names in sex because I can?t remember all their names. But what if she doesn't think that? What if she knows the truth, that he's in love with her, that he obsesses and fantasizes about her constantly? James moaned dramatically, what have I done he thought again for the dozenth time that morning. James lay on his bed replaying last night over and over, remembering hearing Lola and her sweet soft moans, he'd been so turned on he'd actually came. He never did normally when he was with one of the nameless sluts he feeds from. Those desperate brazen whores he picks up drunk in bars, fucks wildly, drains in the fading moments of pleasure, Escort Ankara wipes their memory and drops them off back where ever he found them. They disgusted him, the entire act did, it was only by necessity to live that the act continued to carry on. He felt nothing for those women, that?s why he always went with that type of girl; the complete opposite of Lola. Those harlots with their curve less, petite, tanned bodies, dark brown eyes and short blonde hair. He knew if he saw anything of Lola in them he wouldn't be able to go through with it. He hadn't always been like that though; he used to be with any and every girl, until he moved to Lola's town. The first time he saw her was sunbathing in her back garden by their pool. He actually froze when he saw her stunned to stillness by her beauty, her body and her complete unawareness of the sexual vibes she emanated and its effect on him. She was laid on a sun lounger, reading one of his favourite novels; Pride and prejudice. Her long lean body, voluptuous and womanly, pale but gleaming in the sunlight was magnificent. Her dark long locks overflowing her pillow and was hanging over the sides of the bed almost touching the floor. Her small heart shaped face, high cheek bones and full deep red lips all pouty as if she'd been kissing all morning. Piercing ice blue doe like eyes, big and beautiful and a small cute button nose. She was perfection to him. As she lay reading, oblivious to his presence, something changed inside of James that he wouldn't realize until the next night.