Tiny Tim

Chapter 13

I knocked on the door of the Miller’s house at Six the next morning, and was quickly greeted by Michael, one of our men who got the first assignment to watch their house.

“Morning, Tim!” he greeted me, as he stepped to the side to let me pass.

“Morning, Michael! Living the life, I see?” I greeted him back after noting the dark circles under his eyes.

“Your sister’s evil, man.”

“I might have a court hearing sometime soon you could attest in.” I said. “What happened?”

“The Cheerleaders had a sleepover. And they had a lot of fun teasing me.” he explained carefully, eyeing my reaction.

“If that’s your way of feeling me out, to know if you’re allowed to tap that ... I really don’t care. She’s old enough to make her own bad decisions.” I answered dryly, noting that she probably didn’t know about Danielle’s coaching session, yet, if she spent the night here. When we reached the living room, I could see Mia, Ava and Joan sitting at the dining table, having their breakfast while watching us. “When’s your replacement due?”

“Eight, when they start the installations. Big hardware is supposed to arrive at around ten.”

“Well, at least you’re almost done.”

“Oh! Is that the phone trap Bill said you’d put together?” he asked, pointing at the box I was holding.

“Yeah. Though it needs some power to work...” I said as I looked around the patio door for an outlet to plug my improvised contraption into. “Listen, tell the others, if they bring any mobile devices other than the company ones, they have to make sure their WiFi is turned on for a few minutes, so this thing can log their phones ahead of time, alright?”

“Will do, Poindexter!” he answered, as he pulled out his own phone to turn on the WiFi. I heard a female voice from behind me, turned around, and my eyes grew wide.

“Good morning, Mr. Brown.”

I saw Nora Miller, standing surprisingly close to me in a belly-free yoga outfit that seemed to be painted onto her body. I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over her figure for a second, before blinking at her while trying hard to maintain eye contact and remember how speech worked.

This was disturbing for me. I’ve seen Ava’s much younger Cheerleader friends parade around the house in barely any clothing at all, especially after they spent time in the hot tub, but I never had any problem with that. No wandering eyes, no desire to stalk them, and certainly no involuntary erections. Probably because they all had such unlikable personalities, even in my imagination they kept bitching while having sex. This woman, however, looked like she just manifested out of someone’s wet dream, while most of her body was covered up.

“Are you looking for something?” she asked with a knowing smirk on her lips, causing me to catch myself.

“Eh ... is ... uh ... is there a ... power outlet somewhere near the patio door?” I asked, holding up the semi transparent box like an idiot, as if she could have any way of knowing what it was for.

“Sure! Right ... here.” she said, as she walked past me and bent down at her waist to move a curtain out of the way, showing me her outlet. The smirk on her lips was now broadcasting her amusement when she looked over her shoulder.

“Dude! Stop drooling over my Mother!” I heard Mia protest from the kitchen.

I looked her dead in the eyes, contemplating my options, but chose not to care.

“No.”

Snorting after seeing Mia’s reaction to my brazen answer right in front of her mother, I thanked Mrs. Miller, plugged the power cord in, and hooked the box to the wall with some adhesive picture strips. I pulled out my phone and waited for the router to finish its start-up routine.

“So, what is this?” Mrs. Miller asked.

“It’s a trap for phones I put together last night. Just to make sure we covered every angle to get admissible evidence. If it’s not in the way, Just let it hang behind the curtain and it’ll do its thing.”

“My, you build that? Sounds enthralling! What does it do?” she asked, moving close to me to look at my phone screen like it was the most natural thing.

“Well, since we’ll install special rolling shutters on the outside of your windows and doors...” I stopped, seeing her eyes go wide upon the prospect of having her house blemished. Apparently, her husband had not taken the time to fill her in on what they had discussed while she sat next to me on the sofa. I quickly opened the patio door and stepped outside to elaborate. “Don’t worry, they’re barely noticeable when rolled in, and still blend in when rolled out. But they take a long time to get through, even if someone used power tools. They would glue up the sawblades and drill bits, and render them useless after they made even the tiniest progress.”

“Okay ... and what does that have to do with that box?”

“Well, while the rolling shutters ensure that nobody will simply waltz in without you noticing and giving you more than enough time to call the police, it will also take our guys a few seconds before they can run out to catch the wannabe intruder. He could run before they reached him, and the cameras could only record some guy wearing a mask.”

“Oh!” she gasped.

“Now, if that worst case scenario happens, that box I just installed would document any mobile device he might be carrying, giving us proof he was on your property. At the very least it would be enough to send the police after him.”

While I was talking to her, we were walking back and forth around her house, so I could make sure the transmission power was set just right. I also had received quite a few push-notifications about the connected phones already and blocked their MAC addresses, so they would connect with their secured WiFi network again. When we turned to walk back into her house, she spoke again.

“I have to admit, it is quite reassuring how much thought you people put into this. And I want to thank you for driving Mia around. Please know, we had a talk with her last night about how she ... addressed you yesterday. It should not happen again.” she nodded to emphasize the last part.

“Oh. Thank you. But please don’t worry, Mrs. Miller. I’m not the resentful type. I got over it years ago.” I lied with a smile, hoping she’d know I wouldn’t screw around on the job just because her children were assholes. Not that I would ever say that to a client’s face.

“Please, call me Nora. If I understand it right, we’re going to see a lot of each other over the next few weeks.” she said, linking arms with my right to let me lead her back into the house, and giving me a rather captivating smile that I wasn’t absolutely sure how to place. “I hope it’s not too much trouble to drive here in the mornings?”

“No, I live barely fifteen minutes away from here. But...” I said, as we just reentered her home and I raised my voice to alert Mia, Ava and Joan. “ ... we’ll need about half an hour to reach the school from here, and it’s almost seven. So, if the Ladies could speed it up a little...?”

Nora and Michael grinned upon hearing the teenage girls’ collectively groan.

“You’re my chauffeur! Shouldn’t you obediently wait ‘till we’re ready!?” Mia asked, causing her mother to attempt intervening, but I was quicker.

“Let’s make this clear from the start, Mia. I’m not your chauffeur. Your parents pay us to keep you safe. So, while I will drive you wherever you want, whenever you want, I’ll have to keep an eye on you and your surroundings once we arrive. I’m not going to just vanish to run errands for you. And if I see Campbell anywhere near you, I will literally carry you away if I have to, and lock you in the armored car so he can’t reach you. No matter whether you like that or not.”

She looked at me in shock, her mouth wide open, not believing the way I had just talked to her. But when I glanced at her mother, Nora seemed pleased with the way I would keep her daughter safe.

“You will literally carry her around? Sounds like you’re a very dedicated bodyguard.” Joan giggled, which caused me to address Mia directly.

“Before you start channeling your inner Whitney Houston, I will SO not catch a bullet for you!” I riposted, causing Nora to actually let out a hearty laugh while I moved back outside to enjoy a cigarette with Michael by the car. Another ten minutes later, they finally came outside and Michael went back into the house.

“Shotgun!” Joan screamed and ran for the front passenger door, while the other two sat in the back.

“Holy!” Mia grunted, having trouble closing the heavy door. “How am I supposed to close the door!?”

“Look at the middle console between you two. See the two buttons on the bottom? The bottom-left one opens and closes the door on the left.” She pressed the button and the door closed automatically.

The first five minutes of the drive were weird. While Joan kept gushing over the car, Ava and Mia just kept quietly looking out the windows, but Mia had her arms crossed in front of her chest and let out a little ‘Hmpf!’ every once in a while, like she was having an argument in her head.

“Don’t get any ideas, Tiny!” Mia suddenly announced out of the blue. “There is no way in hell I’d ever fall for someone like you!”

And then she went back to angrily staring out the window. Joan broke out in loud laughter, while I was left in stunned confusion for a while.

“What the fuck was that about!?” I asked after turning my head to Joan without taking my eyes off the road.

“Just before we came outside, her Mom explained the movie reference you made.” she said, still trying to control her laughter.

I actually had to think about that. I had made that reference because of the movie ‘Bodyguard’, but I hadn’t even realized it also started with some guy protecting an unwilling and priggish woman that eventually fell in love with him. I was even more intrigued with Nora now, if she really thought I was making that kind of insinuation towards her daughter and still laughed about it right in front of her. I decided to use that opportunity to tease Mia a little.

“Don’t worry, Mia. I’m more into the mature type anyway.” I announced, and what can I say? Worked like a charm!

“You stay the hell away from my Mom!”

This time, Joan’s laughter was borderline hysterical. Looking in the rearview mirror, I noticed Ava looking at me with raised eyebrows, but she still wouldn’t say anything. The rest of the drive to school was mostly quiet, apart from Mia’s continuous “Hmpf!” sounds, she still produced every few minutes.

“Ava, stay.” I said, when they all had opened their doors. She immediately complied, and the others looked at us questioningly. “I’ll need a minute with my sister, please. Just go inside. I’ll be here when school’s out.”

While the other two grabbed their bags and left for the entrance, Ava sat on the backseat with her hands clasped in her lap. I remembered how she behaved when I fucked her, and the suspicions I had formed about where that behavior came from. I decided this wouldn’t work out if I continued using her submissiveness.

“Could you get in the front, please?” I asked, and she complied again.

I started the car and drove off. Ava still wasn’t talking.

“I have to get you home. You’re gonna miss school today.”

“Why?” she asked quietly.

“Your grandparents called social services on my ass.” I said, causing her to finally lift her head and look at me shocked. “They interviewed me yesterday and they’ll interview your parents next. Probably you and Maggie as well. In case this isn’t abundantly clear, this is exactly what we were afraid of happening if Logan’s videos came out.”

“Oh shit.” she just breathed out.

“Yeah. That’s what Danny said.” She looked at me in surprise when she heard me call our aunt ‘Danny’, but didn’t comment on it. “So, she’ll coach you all today. Make sure you know what to say about our relationship problems without giving away the real reason none of you want me.”

“We do want you, Tim.” she said after a moment.

“Sure. Now that there’s another problem you need solved, and your girlfriends aren’t around to hear you say it, you suddenly want me back. Fuck you, Princess. Yesterday you were eagerly nodding away when Mia almost cost me my job by accusing me of randomly beating up the client’s kid and his friends!”

She looked at me with a frantic and pained expression while she tried to speak.

“That wasn’t ... I didn’t think...” she stammered.

“What? You didn’t think making me look like a violent asshole with anger issues could endanger my job in a firm providing security? Or were you just approving because you think I actually did go after your highly valued football team? You, of all people, should know that they came after me, not the other way around.”

She hung her head and fell silent. After a few minutes of silence, I spoke again.

“You know, apparently, it’s not that unusual when siblings don’t get along. So, if you rather throw me under the bus to collect Kudos Points from your friends ... go ahead! But don’t feed me some bullshit afterwards and act like you suddenly value me. If that were the case, you would’ve defended me when it mattered.”

I saw her wringing her hands in her lap, head still hanging. It looked like she was trying to find the right words, or the courage, to explain herself.

“I’m just ... you don’t understand, Tim. It’s not about my image or anything. I don’t know ... when Logan told me to do something, it’s ... hard for me not to. And recently, even with my friends...”

She didn’t exactly stammer, it was more like she was so embarrassed about it, she had to constantly force herself to continue talking. I decided to be a little more direct about my suspicions.

“Princess, if being used as a submissive little fucktoy is what rocks your boat, then go for it.” I said matter of fact. She immediately snapped her head around to look at me in shock. “There is nothing wrong with it. But unless you envision your future as the secret side-chick of the last thing girls see before they get a urinary tract infection, you should learn to leave that desire in the bedroom.”

“You ... how do you...” Now she absolutely stammered.

“Was I so bad you already forgot about me fucking you ‘till you walked funny, dear sister?” I mocked, and saw her blush a little, which was cute. “I still remember the way you looked at me for simply offering you a ride afterwards. I take it Logan and Aaron like to keep the Dom act up, even after you all get dressed again?”

“Yes.” she just said quietly, confirming my speculation.

“Of course the two people with the least amount of agency in the house have to play Dom. And Golden Boy had the balls to accuse me of compensating for something.” I snorted, causing her to, once again, regard me with that same appraising look I saw twice before. “Look ... I’m not a psychologist, I’m honestly just fishing for answers here. But I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out why you all treated me like dirt for so long. Maybe you should talk to Danny about it. She helped me quite a bit, though it also took quite a bit to make her realize I needed help. But with the way our family goes about sex ... you’ve been involved in it for years, and I know you never restricted yourselves to the bedrooms. So, maybe it makes sense if the boundaries are starting to blur for you. I don’t know.”

“You’re saying I need help? Like ... I’m not normal or something?” she asked, sounding slightly upset and more than a little bit afraid.

“I just told you there was nothing wrong with enjoying it. We all have our kinks, and I’m not telling you to stop having fun. Don’t think I didn’t enjoy you letting me fuck you any way I wanted, either. What I did say is that you need to get a handle on it! Think about all the shit you did to hurt me, just because someone told you to do it, or because you thought it would make them happy. And then remind yourself of where it got me. You want to be dominated in the bedroom, that’s one thing. But you sacrificed your little brother’s happiness, just to get a rise from your fuckbuddies. If you think that trade-off was worth it, then we have nothing more to talk about. Ever. Otherwise, you need to seriously reevaluate your priorities. If you actually want any kind of relationship with me in the future, I first need to know you won’t screw me over just to get some dick again. Or one of your friends asks you to ... again.”

That caused her to look at me in shame once more. I had known for quite some time that she had helped the pranksters in school. I also knew that she was the one who provided them with my locker-combination, making her partly responsible for the prank that ruined my textbooks and ultimately led me to working with Bill. I just never saw the need to confront her about it, since I had more pressing issues with them that weren’t lessened by talking in the least. I knew what I needed from them, and Danny was absolutely right about it. But I still didn’t know how they could ever prove to me that they changed. The car was quiet for the rest of the drive, while Ava seemed to mull my words over in her head.

When we arrived in her driveway, she wordlessly stepped out of my car, just as Aaron stepped out of the front door and rushed over to my window. At the same time, Claire stepped out of the house right behind Aaron. She, however, stopped on the porch while fidgeting around with her hands. And instead of coming over like her husband, she just stared at me with a disturbed look in her eyes. I brushed it off as fear over the impending Interviews with Social Services.

“Tim!” Aaron almost shouted when he reached my car. “Danny filled us in. Thanks for driving her home. Are you staying?”

“No.” I replied, as I put the car in reverse.

He had barely enough time to step back before I pulled out of their driveway. When I put the car back into drive, I glanced over to them and could see Ava demanding a hug from her father with her head still hanging. I also noticed Claire not even registering Aaron’s and Ava’s nonverbal exchange, since her entire focus was still solely on me, her expression still just as disturbed as before, though now she was gripping the railing that ran along the porch. I just shook my head about their behavior and drove off.

My next stop was the family lawyer, though it was highly unsatisfactory. The lawyer explained to me that the legal requirements for my emancipation were indeed met. I was seventeen, managed my own finances for quite some time already, and lived on my own with my parents’ approbation. When she said that last part, I perked up, and she further explained that, while someone had called social services, it was my grandparents instead of my parents. Since my parents themselves never called anyone about me being gone, not even the police after realizing I had run away, and never even visited the place even after knowing where I was, that could be construed as their acquiescence.

I was elated! And then she shot me down again.

Apparently, in the end it would be the Judge who makes the final decision, based on how they feel at that moment, really. She also warned me that the judge can order counseling and psychological examinations before making a decision, which I would have to pay for as well, because the state wasn’t exactly eager to emancipate teenagers. So, the lawyer discouraged me from petitioning the court unless there is an actual necessity for emancipation, and definitely not so close to Christmas, when those old folks in court are ‘more likely to call upon family values’.

Dejected from, once again, realizing I had gotten my hopes up for nothing, I made my way to my last stop for the day. A local safe manufacturer. I found a commercial model I liked, though it weighed 318 lbs, so I had to pay extra for delivery, which would happen the next day already.

Back in school, I moved into the library to work on my last few online assignments until Mia was done with her classes. It had the benefit that I could see whoever entered the building, so I could honestly claim to have done my job properly for at least two thirds of the day. But it was hard to concentrate. Despite what Danny had told me, I kept blaming myself for revealing as much as I did while talking to that social worker. If I had just kept my mouth shut, trusting that I was too old and self-reliant for them to do anything, the others could’ve said anything they wanted and the social worker wouldn’t have to dig too deep. But now, that I had revealed what was going on, they would specifically look into the parents’ relationship with their children.

Even those thoughts were constantly interrupted by my phone vibrating whenever I received yet another push notification for a new connected device in the Miller household, thanks to the construction crew being busy there. Though, the knowledge that it worked just as intended was somewhat reassuring. By the time Mia’s last class was about to end, I closed my Laptop and walked outside to wait for her by the Library’s entrance.

“Mr. Brown! I thought you were off for a while longer?”

I turned to see Mrs. Jenkins, my hot English teacher and wife of Coach Jenkins, inspecting me with critical eyes.

“I am. Got to pick someone up.”

“Well, why don’t you use that opportunity to visit the school store and get some of the appropriate apparel in the right size? I have to say, you went through quite the transformation.” she said with a small smile, while holding her hand out, pointing in the direction of the store.

I realized I never bothered picking up the school clothes in my new size. I had gotten around that, since wearing street clothes was tolerated as long as they were in the school colors and didn’t feature any brand names. But exclusively wearing the same tone of blue shirts each day meant that, after a few days, I started feeling like a cartoon character that owns only one single outfit. I complied and, to my surprise, her extended arm turned out to be an offer to escort me there.

“Even my husband was impressed with your new stature.” she continued, “May I ask, how did that change come about?”

“I’ve been working for a security company for a while now. They have their own gym we train in daily. So, it was kinda inevitable.”

“Oh? Sounds exciting. What kind of job are you performing in that company?” She sounded intrigued, as we had reached the Apparel Store and I started picking out what I needed.

I got two pairs of sweatpants and 2-button jerseys for gym class, workshop shirts, and a bunch of polo shirts in different versions for my regular classes. Since it was winter, I also picked up two quarter-zip sweatshirts. None of it was the first choice for what style the other students preferred, but it looked more like what I was seeing on my coworkers, so that’s what I went for. For some reason, Mrs. Jenkins seemed to approve of my choices. I also decided to pick up a new sports bag to carry my purchases in.

“Mainly IT stuff and writing reports. Sometimes actual security work as well.” I answered her question casually, as I pulled out my wallet. I noticed Mrs. Jenkins’ intrigued look as I removed the cash from the Money clip attached to the wallet, and counted off the $370 Dollars I just picked in clothes.

“Do you always carry around that much money?”

“Most times, yes.”

“I take it that job of your’s pays well?” she asked, with a bigger smile now, while we left the building.

“You could say that.” I just answered, as we reached the car and I remotely opened the trunk to throw my purchases in it.

In addition to her eyes growing bigger, now her eyebrows lifted towards her hairline as well, as she examined the luxury SUV I had just opened. Since it wasn’t featuring any company logos or advertisements, she probably thought this was my own car. I didn’t exactly plan on flaunting any riches around, but I did very much enjoy letting her believe I was loaded after they had all disregarded and dismissed me before. Well, strictly speaking, I actually was loaded with almost two million dollars sitting in my apartment. But I never saw the appeal in using it to impress people.

“Do you have a dog?” she asked in speculation, pointing at the blast-shield behind the backseats.

“Oh, no. That car is armored. That shield is in case someone shoots at me from behind.”

She blinked at me after hearing that, but quickly caught herself.

“I see. Well it is certainly an upgrade compared to your old car. No offense, but that old Jeep of your’s did seem like it wouldn’t survive much longer.”

“Is it standard practice for English teachers to memorize what kind of cars their students drive?”

That caused her to smirk.

“I may have kept an eye on you after your transformation, Mr. Brown. As I said before, it was ... intriguing.” she answered, while her smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Maybe, one day, I will have to ask for your services.”

“Oh?”

Did she just imply what I heard, or did I just hear it because I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her body? There was the possibility that she really simply took an interest in me because she was one of those teachers who cared about her students. After all, she had to know about the harassment I endured in that building, and she probably also heard that I had to literally threaten the principal with a lawyer so he would do his job, since her husband was involved in that event. So, maybe, she was simply worried about seeing the drastic behavioral changes in a bullied student.

I stopped thinking about that when I saw Mia and Joan leave the building, because, as they saw me chatting with Mrs. Jenkins from a distance, they stopped dead in their tracks. They exchanged a few words without taking their eyes off us, and when they started in my direction again, I smirked and decided to use that opportunity.

“And what kind of service could I offer that you would be interested in?” I admit, it was kinda annoying to keep watching my speech, just on the off-chance that she, as my English teacher, would maybe appreciate it.

“Oh, we seem to have quite frequent troubles with our computers. If you are as good with them as your income implies, I would like to make use of that expertise from time to time. In exchange, I would be happy to help you with your studies after classes. These online replacement courses can be quite challenging with nobody to talk you through them.”

“I don’t know, Mrs. Jenkins. Your husband may not be happy with that idea.” I said, as Mia and Joan had definitely reached hearing distance.

“Oh, don’t worry about my husband. You are one of my students! I would be neglecting my duties if I refused to teach you some things.” she smiled.

Again, the way she phrased that last part didn’t necessarily sound innocent, though I couldn’t be sure. However, it sure helped making Mia and Joan think I was flirting with our English teacher in the school’s parking lot. Mia quickly announced their presence by loudly clearing her throat and glaring at me.

“Took you long enough.” I said.

“Oh, you are picking up young Ms. Miller?” Mrs. Jenkins asked.

“Yes. He does. He’s my chauffeur.” Mia explained.

“We already talked about this, Mia. Your parents pay me to keep you safe. Nothing else.” I quickly corrected her as I opened the heavy door for her. Not just because I didn’t like being called her chauffeur, but because I didn’t want Mrs. Jenkins to think I lied about my work. “Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Jenkins. I would be happy to help you out, and I’d love to have you ... teach me.”

Now she looked at me with a single raised eyebrow over an otherwise perfect poker face, watching me as I sat in the car. Whether I misinterpreted her tone before, or she was simply disapproving of my suggestive tone while others were around, I couldn’t tell.

“So. Joan’s going back to your place again?” I asked, noting the both of them sitting on the backseat.

“No. We just thought, since you said you’d drive her wherever she tells you to, we could start by telling you that I need a lift home.” Joan answered with a genuinely pleasant smile, letting me know this was more friendly teasing than mean pushing.

“Sure. Though you’ll have to tell me where that is.”

We drove for maybe five minutes before Mia spoke up.

“What is it with you and old women!?”

“Excuse me?”

“We heard you and Mrs. Jenkins. She must be, like, fifty or something. And is married! What kind of weirdo goes after that!?”

“First of all, if she’s fifty, she certainly doesn’t look like it. And even if she did, I’d still prefer her over the girls in school.”

“What!? Eww!”

“Mia, I know this is probably a concept that’s hard to grasp for someone like you, but there are things in a person more important than their looks.”

“Pff.” she snorted in reply. “Says the guy nobody wants. Of course you’re gonna go on about inner values.” She adapted a mocking tone for that last part.

“Fuck inner values.” I chuckled. “I’m not talking about committed relationships with a lifetime partner, yet. I’m talking about skills for fuckbuddies, Honey.”

“What!?” Joan and Mia asked simultaneously, while Mia didn’t seem the least bit phased by me calling her ‘Honey’.

“Let me be frank here. I want to fuck women who know how to respond, and not an inexperienced girl that just lays on her back with spread legs, making me feel like I slipped her some GHB. I wanna get my dick sucked by a woman who knows how, and not by a girl who needs to talk herself through it and then runs away when she touches cum. And I wanna go down on a woman who appreciates it, not on a girl I have to talk out of her body dysmorphia first.”

“You do that!?” Mia asked incredulously.

“Course I do! It’s hot as hell! Though, I understand that pussy is an acquired taste. Sex is about fun for both participants, and there isn’t a bigger ego boost than a woman passing out from sheer pleasure. Not that you’d know that, when the only guys you’ve ever been with were entitled rich pricks, wearing the official ‘You can beat my ass but my daddy will sue you’ starter pack. Though I would’ve thought Joan knew, after what happened with Jenny.”

That caused both of them to stare at me for a moment, though in different ways. Mia just stared in open-mouthed amazement, telling me that my classification of her usual partners was spot on. Joan, however, looked troubled.

Seeing their reactions somehow reminded me of how things between Tess and me started. I had absolutely no problem talking with girls, as long as I wasn’t interested in them or didn’t have any hope of it leading anywhere. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about what the Bitches of Eastwick thought about me, so I could just speak my mind however I wanted. I wasn’t afraid of rejection, and had no desire to make myself seem appealing to them. Somehow, that made me appealing to them.

“She’s sorry, by the way.” Joan suddenly said, barely loud enough for me to hear. “She tried to apologize to you, but you started avoiding her. She really didn’t start those rumors. They just...”

“What!? Wait!” Mia interrupted, before she started chuckling and continued. “You mean Ava’s seventeenth? Didn’t Jenny leave ‘cause his dick was so small?”

“No. That’s ... not really what happened.” Joan replied, glancing between me and Mia.

Mia just stared at her friend now, no longer chuckling and waiting for her to elaborate.

“I don’t know if he’s small or not. Jenny actually ran because she got scared after seeing ... its size. But you know her, she’s below five feet even on heels, so ... size’s relative here.” Joan finally explained, causing the two of them to fall silent afterwards.

When we finally reached Joan’s home, I spoke up before she could get out of the car.

“Tell Jenny not to worry. I never thought she started those rumors in the first place. With the shit Ava told everyone about me, I wasn’t exactly surprised when you all just made shit up that fit those stories. But the last time we were seen together, it sparked some extra attention I didn’t want. That’s why I started avoiding her, not because I blamed her.”

Joan nodded and got out of the car, but then I realized something, quickly got out myself, and moved closer to her so Mia wouldn’t hear me talk.

“Joan! What I said about inexperienced girls not being any fun? Please don’t think that was about Jenny. I’d never make fun of someone for something like that. And if anyone suggests I was talking about Jenny, I’ll gladly tell them otherwise.”

She looked at me for a long moment, then simply nodded and moved inside. I sat back in the car and continued the silent drive to Mia’s home.

“Why are you coming in?” Mia asked after we had parked in front of her house and I got out of the car with her.

“Gotta make sure you get home safe, Mia. That means inside. Can’t leave unless I make sure one of the others is ready to take over.”

She rolled her eyes but led me into the house with one of her famous “Hmph”-sounds, and, while she greeted her parents, I stood behind her.

“Ah! Hello, Timothy. Thank you for watching over her.” Nora greeted me with a smile.

“No problem, Mrs. Mill...” I stopped when I saw her raise a single eyebrow to look at me scoldingly. “Nora. I see the shutters are all installed. I hope I didn’t oversell them?”

“Oh, no, not at all. I pictured these huge boxes over my doors and windows, but they are surprisingly small, to be honest.” she said, as she led Mia and me into the kitchen. “Please, help yourself to something to drink. I’ll never understand how you and the other guys from your Firm can just stand around the whole day. I’d go crazy with boredom after an hour!”

“Oh, he finds entertainment.” Mia commented.

“He does?” Nora inquired, possibly thinking I bailed on guard duty.

“When Joan and I left the school, we caught him making a move on Mrs. Jenkins!” she gossiped with a chuckle, causing Nora to look at us in surprise.

“Let me guess.” I replied. “You’re one of those girls who say ‘I have a boyfriend’ when some guy tries to ask you for directions.”

“What?”

“Men and women can have friendly conversations without flirting, you know? She was just offering to help me with the online assignments while I’m out of class and can’t ask anyone for explanations.” I grinned.

“Yeah, sure!” she grinned back. Somehow, someway, this had become friendly banter with the Queen-Bitch to be. “That’s why she told you not to worry about her husband. Because he could have a problem with his teacher-wife innocently teaching a student.”

I noticed Nora regarding me with a calculating look that was accompanied by a slight smirk, before she turned to leave the kitchen. Mia waited until Nora was out of sight before speaking up again.

“So ... how big are you, really?”

Unbeknownst to Mia, Nora hadn’t completely left yet. She may have been out of sight, but certainly not out of hearing range. As soon as Mia had closed her mouth, I could faintly hear someone stumble in the hallway.

“Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“Oh, come on! After what we talked about in the car, answering that question is suddenly a problem for you?” She shot me a taunting look. “Or are the rumors about you being small true after all?”

“You know those rumors were spread by my sister, right?”

“So?”

“What does Jack’s dick look like?” I asked dryly, throwing her off.

“Eww! He’s my brother! How the hell would I know!?”

“Really? Then why do you think it makes sense for my sister to know what mine looks like?” I had only said it to deflect, but somehow it caused her to actually think about it. “You know, I read that people believe rumors for one of two reasons. Either because they want them to be true and confirm their belief, or because they’re afraid they could be true and want to be prepared when the truth comes out.”

“What are you getting at?” Mia asked suspiciously, and I smirked.

“Well, which type are you? I mean, I could believe that you want the rumor to be true so you can keep calling me ‘Tiny’. But, on the other hand,...” I said in a conspiratorial tone, leaning a little bit in her direction. “ ... just this morning, you declared there was no way in hell you’d ever fall for someone like me. And yet, here we are, just a few hours later alone in your kitchen, and you already want to know what I look like naked.”

I heard Nora in the hallway unsuccessfully suppress a snorting laugh while Mia looked at me in utter horror. Who would have thought that the usual taunting the guys at work did, could enable me to put Mia Miller in her place? I left the kitchen and walked towards Nora, who gave me a mischievous smile after hearing my exchange with her daughter.

“Is one of the other guys in the house? Otherwise I’m not exactly encouraged to leave.” I asked her.

“Yes, he’s in the living room. You can go home and enjoy the rest of your evening. Once again, thank you for your diligence. It’s quite comforting to know that you and your colleagues take our safety so seriously.” she said, though when I nodded and turned, she placed her hand on my arm to stop me. I looked back at her and she whispered. “You know, if I may be so bold, most teenage boys would throw a fit when a girl questions their ... size. Where’s that confidence coming from?”

She had a glint in her eyes as she asked, as well as a smile on her lips that seemed to be halfway between amused and sultry.

“Well...” I stalled, somehow doubting that I should tell her about my earlier realization of simply not being interested in her bitch of a daughter. “Maybe I was just told the opposite often enough. And especially in situations where a statement like that held a little more weight than Mia’s casual speculation.”

“You don’t have to answer this one.” she kept whispering, as she led me towards the door and away from Mia’s ears in the kitchen. “But ... older women?”

“Yes.”

“How much older?” she asked with mirth in her voice, surprising me.

I had to think about that. I knew Claire’s birthdate by heart, but not her current age, since I never got anyone birthday presents that had the number written on it.

“The oldest one was... 40. I think. I just like women who know what they’re doing, how they want it, and are no longer ashamed about it.” I finally told her, before she rewarded me with a now clearly sensuous look.

“Alright then. Thanks for indulging me. Until tomorrow morning, Timothy.” she finally said and I left.

The next morning showed the first change in Mia’s behavior towards me. There were no expressions of annoyance, no complaining, and not a single mean joke. She just accepted me being around and even used words like “Please” and “Thank you”, which left me hard pressed for answers as to what could have happened over night. When we arrived at school, she absolutely stunned me with a single question.

“Tim ... were you flirting with me, yesterday?”

What stunned me was not the question itself. It was how she had asked it. Especially if she thought I was making a move on her, I would have expected her, of all people, to throw a temper tantrum as she loudly expressed her disgust about the idea! But the tone of her voice when she asked was simply ... thoughtful. Like she really didn’t know how to handle my behavior. I calculated my answer before I dared to open my mouth.

“No. I stand by what I said about having friendly conversations without undertones. Sure, the topics were ... suggestive. But that just somehow happened. It wasn’t really what I had intended.”

She gave me a long look, and then spoke in an equally thoughtful and calm tone.

“Were you flirting with my Mom?”

“Yes.” I answered immediately without even a hint of hesitation, because I wasn’t thinking about it.

The look that thoughtless answer earned me was anything but calm and thoughtful anymore. Her eyes had turned hard as she pressed her lips together so they formed a thin line. Then she just wordlessly left the car and walked into the school.

I repeated the pattern from the previous day by spending the whole day sitting in the library. I had now officially completed all the assignments available to me, and was already asking myself what I would do the next day,

When Mia finally came out of class and we walked to the car, she was her old self again: More or less silently suffering from some form of injustice the universe had subjected her to. When we had sat in the car and closed the doors, however, she suddenly spoke loudly.

“Are you serious!?” she burst out, startling me for a second.

“What?”

“You’d rather be with my MOTHER than me!?” she asked like I had declared I could fly, and she was now worried about my sanity.

“Have you spent the entire day sitting in class, brooding over the fact that I might prefer your Mom over you!?”

“Answer my question!”

“Then ... Yes. Sorry?”

I think it somehow broke her. This was probably the very first time someone had so openly and nonchalantly rejected her in favor of someone else. And not only was she being rejected by someone she didn’t even try to get with, she was also rejected in favor of someone she’d never even considered competition.

She shook her head and silently looked out the window until we reached her home. Once I had greeted Michael and was about to leave, Nora stopped me like the day before. She was wearing a skirt suit that made her look like a CEO of some big company, while being anything but cagey. Once again, I had a hard time maintaining eye contact. It emphasized her curvy figure in a different way than the yoga outfit I saw her in earlier. She was simply sexy. Not slutty in any way, but sexy with class, if that makes sense.

“Timothy. I was hoping I could ask you to drive me to a few stores. Mia, Honey, you won’t need him today anymore, right?”

“Oh please, he’s all yours!” Mia puffed before stomping up the stairs. “I’m sure he prefers driving you around more than me, anyway!”

When Nora gave me a questioning look, I just shrugged my shoulders, acting as innocent and clueless as I could.

“I’d be happy to drive you. But I’ll have to be home for a delivery real quick. If you could give me an hour, I’d come right back.” I offered, remembering the Safe that was supposed to be delivered today.

“Oh.” she said, looking a little uncertain. “Would you ... if it’s not too brazen ... would it be alright for me to accompany you, so we can leave right now?”

The expression she had confused me. I was sure she really wanted to leave the house, though I had no idea as to why, since she didn’t seem scared or nervous. She was just eager to get out of there. In the end I decided that, if there was any danger, she wouldn’t leave her daughter behind, so I could simply humor her.

“Well ... if you’re Okay with it, let’s go.”

And with that, we moved to the car and I drove us to my apartment. After I had opened the door for her, and she got a good first look at my living room, she regarded me with a mirthful smile and a single raised eyebrow.

“Timothy. Did you just bring me to some kind of motel room?” she chuckled.

“No. That’s my apartment.” I answered, not immediately understanding her question. “I know it looks sterile, but I kinda prefer to call it futuristic.”

“Apartment?” she asked, the amusement gone from her voice. “I’m sure, the last time we gave Ava a lift home, we dropped her off at a house in Grand Harbor. Right near that lovely ballet school.”

“Yes, Ava and the family live in the house. I live in my apartment.” I clarified, as I hung my jacket on the coat rack in the hallway.

“You live here alone? By yourself? Didn’t you say you were seventeen?” she asked, her eyebrows knitted in obvious confusion, while taking the seat I offered her on the sofa.

“Yes.”

“Why?” she asked, completely disregarding the possibility that this might be a topic some people rather not talk about.

“Well ... you’ve heard the stories about my sister spreading those rumors?” I asked, and she nodded. “My family is perfectly happy without me around.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” she just said, as I moved to the kitchen.

“Can I offer you something to drink? I have one of those Coffee Makers with a big capsule assortment, if you’d like one.” I called into the living room.

“Oh, that would be lovely, thank you.”

Three minutes later, I entered the living room with her beverage.

“This is nice. What is it?” she asked after taking a first sip.

“They call it a ‘Gingerbread Latte’. It was mixed in with all the other Christmas stuff when I was grocery shopping, and I picked it up on a whim.”

“Good decision! So, tell me,...”

I never learned what she wanted me to tell her, because at that moment the doorbell rang and the delivery guys from the safe manufacturer showed up. I had cleaned out the walk-in closet in my bedroom, so they could place it in the back of it. I would rather have built it into a fake-wall or something, but my landlord was not happy about that idea. As a compromise I chose the place with the most doors to pass to get to it, and the least space for burglars to operate when trying to open it. Secretly, I was fully set on just putting the fake wall up anyway as soon as my temporary lease had become an actual one with my eighteenth birthday. The landlord surely wouldn’t notice the walk-in closet being two feet shorter than it was supposed to be. When the delivery guys were gone and I had set the new lock combination, I started moving the cash into it.

“Holy!” I heard Nora gasp and whipped my head around to see her standing in the doorway, looking at the pile of cash with her hand covering her mouth.

“Are you secretly some kind of drug dealer?” she asked in a breathy voice.

That actually caused me to laugh. For the very first time since Logan’s exposure over a month ago, I laughed.

“No, Nora. Quite the opposite. Though, I’d still like you to keep that to yourself, please.”

For some reason, that caused her to look at me with almost hunger in her eyes, while she watched me store the rest of the cash away. When we moved out of the closet she spoke again.

“My daughter told me something interesting this morning.”

“And what was that?” I asked, as I moved my clothes from the bed back into the closet.

“Did you really get stabbed protecting your sister and your mother from three men you knew were armed?”

“Kinda just happened. Yeah.”

“That was brave of you.”

“Really? My family called it either stupid or reckless, depending on who you asked.”

“Can I ... see it?” she asked after stepping in front of me and placing her hand on my chest to stop me from moving in and out of my closet.

I blinked at her confused for a moment, but quickly decided not to think too much about it. I took my shirt off, followed by the IIA vest I was wearing while watching Mia, and showed her the two thick scars on my stomach and chest. She stretched out her hand and, surprising me, started lightly tracing them with her fingers.

“My daughter also told me something else that was quite interesting.” she basically breathed. “That you like to ... use your mouth. Is that also true?”

Once again, I blinked at her for a moment. And once again, I quickly decided that, if this was an opportunity, I just absolutely had to take it.

“Would you like me to show you that as well?” I asked casually, but with a slight smile on my lips, causing her to take a deep breath.

“You have to understand, Timothy, I know I shouldn’t do this. But ... My marriage has been quite unfulfilling lately. George is barely home anymore since he found himself that little mistress. When I confronted him with it, he simply suggested I find myself a lover as well. At first I was against it, but ... I realized I need some excitement back in my life. And you...” she paused to trace her hand across my chest and down to the other scar on my stomach. “ ... The more I learn about you, Timothy, the more ... exciting you become. It’s getting hard to hold myself back. Especially since you seem interested in me, despite being so much younger than I am.”

I hesitated for a moment, even though I had decided I absolutely wanted this to happen. If her husband wasn’t fine with this, I could get into a lot of trouble I really couldn’t afford. Especially with all the shit going on with the family.

“Well, if your husband really suggested this, I would be happy to help you out.”

As I said it, I wrapped my arms around her waist, waiting for her to give me some signal that this was, in fact, going to happen. I got that signal when she pressed herself into my body and her lips onto mine. Her mouth immediately opened and her tongue started to massage mine. I helped her out of her Jacket without breaking our contact, and let my hands wander down her back to grab both of her butt cheeks, causing her to stand on her toes as we kissed, and press herself into me even firmer.

Her breathing had rapidly increased and she was moaning into my mouth as I unbuttoned her blouse. Once it was opened to her navel, I pulled the blouse out of her skirt and opened it completely. After I pulled it off her, I admired her lacy bralette displaying a butterfly pattern. She smiled when she saw the lust in my eyes, gave me another quick kiss, and slid down on her knees to open my pants.

She pulled my pants and shorts down, allowed me to step out of them, and moved her head towards my groin. She grabbed my cock and started kneading it while placing kisses on the tip of my dick, occasionally licking it. It had fully hardened even before she had kissed me for the first time, so now she was simply playing with it.

“Look at how thick this thing is. I can barely get my hand around it!” she said with a mad grin before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around it just below the tip. She expertly lashed her tongue around it in circles, before she bobbed her head back and forth, her cheeks pulled inwards each time she moved her lips from the base to the tip. She was loud while doing it. Not just her moaning, but her sucking also produced wet sounds that permeated through the room.

“Oh fuck! Nora! That feels amazing!” I moaned, unable to hold it in.

She just moaned louder and increased her speed. I quickly lost myself in the sensation. Being sucked off by this woman I barely knew was an incredible experience. She certainly knew her way around cock. I placed my hand on her head and her incredible mouth seemed to go into overdrive, while her free hand found its way to my balls and started fondling them.

She gently wrapped her fingertips around the base of my testicles, as if she wanted to get a good grip on them, but instead let her thumb lightly glide along the seam in the middle of my ballsack. I did not expect the skin in that area to be sensitive, but it certainly was! Every so often, she used her grip on the base to give it a light tug. Then I stared at her in fascination, as she removed her mouth from my cock to instead press it against my lower stomach, move her head downwards as she stuck out her tongue, and then dragged her tongue along that very seam. All the way from the bottom of my sack, over my testicles, and finally up my shaft.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly. This was a completely new experience for me, and I loved it!

She took my cock back into her mouth and resumed her sucking, while her fingers used the leftover saliva from her tongue as lubrication to trace the number eight along both of my balls.

It was all a little too much for me. Quickly, way quicker than I was used to, I felt myself approach an orgasm. Then again, it’s been over two weeks since I last had any meaningful relief, and that was when I was with Ava. After that, I was too occupied with being worried about the bookie’s crew showing up to even masturbate, and even after that was over, I was too occupied with the renovation.

“Nora! I’m going to come. Please look at me. I want to look into your eyes when I do!” I breathed, and she happily complied.

She adjusted herself so she could tilt her head back and looked deep into my eyes as she continued to suck me. When she noticed my muscles tensing up, she pulled back, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. The hand she had on the base of my cock moved up my shaft and pressed my cockhead against the flat of her tongue as I came. Spurt after spurt flew into her waiting mouth and the last few gathered in a pool on her tongue. When I was finally done, she closed her mouth and swallowed multiple times.

When she stood back up, she made sure to rub her breasts along my naked body. As she finally stood tall in front of me, and noticed the utter bliss on my face, she looked pleased with herself. It didn’t take me too long to regain my brain functions, though. Once I was finally out of my blissful state, I placed one hand behind her head and pulled her into another lustful kiss.

It felt like she tensed up and resisted my pull for a moment, which confused me. So I opened my eyes just enough to see her own eyes being wide in surprise, before she relaxed and returned the kiss. She got into it quickly and snaked her arms around my neck.

“You surprise me again, Timothy.” she breathed when we finally parted to get some air.

“Why?”

“I just showcased all of the cum you shot into my mouth before swallowing it. And yet you didn’t even hesitate to french me, or recoiled when you had to notice that you may have forgotten.” she chuckled.

“Eh.” I shrugged. “It’s mine. So what?”

With these words, I pushed her backwards onto my bed. It was time to have some fun until my dick could recover as much as my brain, though I knew it would happen within the next minute regardless of what I did.

I kneeled before her and pushed her skirt up to her hips. She was wearing sexy little lacy panties, with the very same butterfly pattern as her bralette, paired with silky smooth thigh high stockings. The whole set was matching. Apparently, she had already planned for someone to see her almost naked today. I couldn’t help but place my hands on her calves and let them stroke all the way up her thighs until they reached her waist.

She had readily opened her legs for me without any sign of hesitation, though the look on her face was anything but confident. I wanted to show her that I actually desired her body as much as I had claimed. So, I moved my head in between her legs, and started kissing and licking my way from her knees to her panties. The soft but wanton moans I heard escaping her lips were telling me about her growing lust.

I grabbed her panties at both sides of her waist and pulled them off slowly. She had neatly trimmed pubic hair. I personally preferred fully shaved genitals, as they reduce the intensity of the person’s body odor in their crotches, and make this task easier. Though, by now, I had grown accustomed to the feminine smell and didn’t worry about it too much anymore. Then I realized what the sudden lack of confidence she gave me could have come from, and decided to reassure her about that as well. I kissed my way back up her inner thigh until I reached her now very hot center and inhaled her scent.

“You smell wonderful, Nora. I could stay here all day!” I said, and her legs notably relaxed a little while her hand found its way to my head to comb her fingers through my hair. “And your pussy looks absolutely delicious!”

I saw her smile widen. Now I had to go on discovery, as I saw myself presented with the same problem I had with Jenny at Ava’s birthday party. I was used to having a partner who had no qualms telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it. My mother was all about pleasing me while I was barely conscious lying on my back. My sister was happy when I just used her for whatever I wanted. But Nora? I had no idea what she would like, and she wasn’t vocal at all until now. I’d have to go slow and watch out for the non-verbal clues, as Tess had called them.

I started with long broad licks, making my tongue as flat and wide as I could to cover her entire sex with every lick. Then I did the same with each of her labia and suddenly her hand, that had until now combed its fingers through my hair, grabbed a handful of it and pulled my face into her. I continued licking her labia for a moment before I shifted my focus to her clit next. First by circling it with my tongue, then by pressing my flat tongue onto it, and lastly by engulfing it with my lips and lightly sucking on it while slowly increasing the force. Her breathing and the hand pulling my hair told me what she liked most when I started rubbing the flat of my tongue on her clit while still sucking on it.

“MMMmhhh yeeees.” she moaned, “That’s so good, Timothy!”

Encouraged by her first verbal form of approval, I decided to simply keep that up while probing her entrance. I placed my thumb on her opening and started massaging around it in circles. She loved it. Her breathing grew ragged while her hand was grabbing onto my hair almost painfully strong now, threatening to rip off my scalp.

“YES! JUST LIKE THAT! DON’T STOP!”

Happy about hearing her becoming more and more vocal, and knowing she was enjoying herself, I simply kept going this exact same way without any variation, and it didn’t take long before she released a loud moan, her stomach started to ripple, and a gush of her juices ran over my hand.

“YES! YES! I’M COMING! YESYESYES YEEEEEEEEES!”

I kept going. I had to keep going!

I kept going until her knees stopped shaking and she loosened her grip on my hair. Then I decided to change it up a little, and slowly pushed my thick thumb inside her, stroking it in and out a few times. While she seemed to enjoy it, her reaction wasn’t as strong as I had hoped, so I switched my thumb with my middle finger for deeper penetration. Noticing her approval, I decided to try a second finger, and suddenly heard her moan another loud “YES!”.

I slowly started fucking her with my two fingers, while keeping the steady stimulation with my mouth going the same way as before. Sucking her clit while rubbing my tongue flatly over it. Slowly, over time, I increased the speed of my fingers fucking into her, until I heard her moan increase in volume and finally erupt in a loud wail of pleasure.

“Oh God! Timothy! Oh, Timothy! Yes! YES! I’m almost ... ALMOST ... COOMMIIIIING AGAAAIIIINNN!” now she was unabashedly screaming. “YOUR MOUTH IS THE BEEEEST!”

Again, I tried to keep going, but I immediately noticed her legs jerking and twitching whenever I even slightly increased the pressure of my tongue, so I knew she had grown a lot more sensitive. I wanted her to enjoy her orgasm, but I also wanted her to ride it out on my cock instead of my fingers.

I had long ago grown hard again, so I scooted closer to her on my knees without removing my mouth from her hot sex. Now I could quickly straighten myself out and replace my fingers in her gushing wet hole with my steel-like cock without interrupting her orgasmic pleasure too much.

She was unbelievably tight. Much tighter than any woman I had been with before, and thanks to her literally dripping on the floor, I slid right in regardless. As I pushed inside her, her eyes grew wide.

“OH GOOOOD, YEEEEESSSSS!” she groaned in an animalistic sound through gritted teeth. “FUCK ME!”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my torso down into hers, as I fucked into her. I wasn’t absolutely sure if she was still feeling the aftershocks of her previous orgasm, but I was determined to let her enjoy her current state for as long as possible, just in case.

When it seemed like her erratic jerking was finally subsiding, I could hardly hold myself back anymore and pushed into her fully. Simultaneously I pushed her bralette up, so I could finally start kneading her soft breasts. There was no extra tight ring inside her waiting for my member this time. She was built differently from Ava, but it was still the most beautiful feeling I could wish for.

“God! I thought you tasted good. But you also feel wonderful around my cock, Nora! I just love fucking you!” I panted, as I increased my speed and started fucking her in earnest.

“So ... GOOD!” she shouted. “STRETCH ME! Please, PLEASE! Keep going like this!” she pleaded in need, and I complied.

I nibbled on her neck as I kept fucking into her like a piston, trying to hold steady and keep my strokes even. ‘Never change a running System’, is the computer-analogy Tess had used to make me understand that women actually mean it when they say ‘Keep going’, and are not asking to step it up.

Nora rewarded me with continuous assurances of how much she loved my cock inside her. After just a few minutes, her moaning increased in volume yet again, and she finally erupted in a massive scream I was sure the whole floor could hear. Feeling her walls ripple around my cock was too much for me, though, and I felt the telltale twitching in my balls.

“I’m about to come as well, Nora. Where do you want it?”

“Just keep going, boy!” There was nothing gentle in her voice left. She was demanding this. “Don’t you DARE pull out now! Let me enjoy this feeling! Fill me up, Lover! Do it!”

So I did. I kept fucking my cock into her sopping wet hole, disregarding all worries and doubts, until I started spurting my cum into her canal. Each spurt caused my cock to twitch and my muscles to spasm, so I involuntarily rammed my cock into her a little stronger each time it happened, which in turn caused her orgasm to intensify. She clawed at my back while I kept the motion going despite being spent, until my cock had grown too soft to continue and I had to pull out of her.

Nora was panting while her arms dropped from my neck to her sides. I looked down and watched in wonder as her gaping hole slowly closed, but globs of my cum already dribbled out of her before there was even a chance to contain it. I stood up, lifted her legs onto the bed, crawled in myself, and embraced her.