Erica’s lover will be sentenced today. She thinks about this as she lies back in her bath, the water almost too hot for most people to bare, but she hardly notices now that she is fully immersed. She is thinking of him, of the proceedings that have probably just started. She is wondering how many years he will get. Will he regret confessing? Why had he confessed? How old would she be once he is finally released? A young woman still, no doubt. Well, probably still a young woman. Would she think him old then? She did not think him old now, why would she then?
Would she be able to wait for him? He had said that to her before the trial had even begun. “Wait for me.” Technically she already had moved on, thinking about last weekend and the weekend before. They had just been boys though, fellow college students. Not men. Would those boys be willing to do what he had done for her? Is that the measure of a man? Anyway, they were just boys and yes, she had shared her body with them for a night, but they hadn’t even tasted the rest of her. Boys could be easily satisfied like that.
She was not easily satisfied, which raised that question again of whether she would be willing to wait for him. It had been he who awakened her appetites, both carnal and mental. It had been he who had shown her what a man could do that the boys could not. It had been he who led her into the woods to a literal bed of rose petals. She smiles at the inanity of how that seems now, his waiting until she was of legal age only to have all this happen now. She thinks back to that first time again. How gentle he had been with her. How big he had seemed, and how she wasn’t sure she could take him. The exquisite pain of opening up to him.
He had been gentle with her that first time. He had probably been gentle the second and third times they were together as well, though those times didn’t stick in her mind, of course, like that very first time. But he hadn’t always been gentle either, and she couldn’t get enough. He had fucked her, spanked her, used her, dicked her down, made her his whore – in a metaphorical sense, of course. She had been his little slut and had loved every moment of it. She could save that for him. That could wait until he was out again.
Erica loves the power she possesses in her sexuality, though. She won’t give that up, not even for him. She will use what he had taught her now and lead these boys around by their cocks. She imagines them – the two fraternity brothers from last weekend, her economics classmate from the weekend before that and the others in the wings. The cute English major she keeps running into. The guy who works at the coffee shop. She would have them all. She would have them all at once if she could! And she can see them now all lined up with their bold erections and trembling naked bodies, lined up like a buffet.
Right now though, her thoughts turn back to his cock. She thinks of him, the one she cannot have for… who knows how long. She imagines his strong arms around her. She imagines his hands undressing her, grabbing her, gripping her as the big head of his erect cock pushes her open. Her own hand drops between her legs. Her body shivers as her finger presses against her clit and she remembers how his tongue flicked and danced across it. “Mmm yes, daddy,” she moans. She recalls how her legs would sit over his shoulders and across his back as his tongue pushed into her. Her own fingers fill her now even as in her mind they were in his hair, on his head, pulling him into her.
She wants him to take what is his. Her legs unconsciously open further in her bath as she imagines his body moving up between them. Her body reacts to the thought of him pushing her legs back over her head as he pushed so deeply into her, filling her. The bathwater churns as she desperately fingers herself. “Fuck me, please! Fuck your baby girl!” She is on top of the wave now, the energy of her orgasm building, almost literally lifting her as her back arches. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” The wave crashing down and she along with it.
She opens her eyes. Alone in her bath. She stares at the ceiling and the tears come rolling down her cheeks.
