Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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It was late on Saturday morning and I woke up still feeling guilty about taking advantage of Lottie. She was young and naïve and although she had instigated most of our love making, I was still feeling bad about it. That coupled with a hangover from too much alcohol and lack of sleep wasn't helping.
I reached over to give her a cuddle and found an empty space next to me in my bed, so I waited to see if she was in the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and went to look for her.
The bathroom was empty so I went downstairs to the smell of coffee and toast. Her shoes were still in the hallway where she'd kicked them off only a few hours before, so I knew she was still there and I felt relieved that she hadn't left without saying goodbye. As I walked into the kitchen, she was standing naked making coffee at the island worktop.
"Morning sleepy head," she said as bright as a button.
I snuggled in behind her and kissed her neck making her go shy and scrunch up her shoulders.
"Morning yourself, sexy," I replied. "I thought you'd left without saying goodbye."
"Don't be silly. I'm not like that."
She passed me some coffee and I took it looking around the room at the mess from the night before. Our clothes were strewn across the floor and the tequila bottle was on the worktop. Lottie had cleaned up her pussy stain, but her clothes were still mingled with mine.
"How's your pussy feeling after last night," I asked.
"It feels a little achy, but it was worth it. How are you feeling?"
"A bit rough to be honest. Tequila has that effect on me," I smiled, sipping my coffee to try and wake up.
"Last night was incredible," she gasped. "The excitement of the alleyway and then having sex with you made it an unforgettable night."
"I loved it too."
I was hoping for round two with her, but she had other ideas.
"I have to eat and run this morning," she said. "I'm spending the weekend with my parents."
"Of course, Lottie," I said, sounding a little disappointed.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes... I was just hoping we could have some more fun this morning," I winked.
She looked amazing standing in my kitchen. Her cute ass jiggled as she buttered the toast. I wanted her, but sensed she was about to blow me off.
"Oh! Becca last night was fun ... but I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I hope that doesn't make things awkward between us?" she said, looking sympathetic and putting some more toast into the toaster for me.
I thought I'd be the one saying those words. I didn't want to hurt her but somehow this felt worse.
"That's a relief. I was going to say the same thing to you this morning," I said.
She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek.
"I'm glad we fucked, I hope we can do it again sometime," she giggled.
"Me too," I said.
She picked up the dress she'd borrowed from me the night before and held it up.
"Can I borrow this Becca? I'll bring it back on Monday, but I haven't got anything else to wear," she said.
"Of course," I replied looking at her tiny naked breasts and erect nipples. She must have been cold.
"Thanks. You're the best," she beamed back at me.
She slipped it on without panties or a bra, finished her toast and slipped her shoes on in the hallway.
"Got to dash, thanks for everything, it was such a good night," she cooed.
She kissed my cheek again and left my cottage.
I was a little stunned at her reaction. I felt rejected, but I was only going to say the same thing to her. She'd made it easy on me, so why did I feel sad? It was better than me saying it was all a bit of fun and then having her burst into tears or something.
I walked back into the kitchen just as the toast popped up. I ate it while I tidied up the mess. I picked up my clothes and found Lottie's white thong mixed in with my clothing. It was still slightly damp and I couldn't resist giving it a quick sniff. My nipples instantly hardened as her scent filled my nostrils. My mind flashed back to eating her out on the worktop and I smiled. She was right it had been an incredible night, but I had a job to do today, so I cut away from it all and went to get ready.
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After a quick shower I came back into the bedroom and made the bed. I picked up the ten-inch strap-on and after giving it a quick wash in the bathroom sink, I went to put it back in the drawer. I was feeling a little disappointed that I hadn't fucked Lottie again, but I smiled as I looked in my sex toy drawer. Two shiny metal balls stared back up at me and my smile grew larger. If I was visiting the church fete today, why not spice things up a little? The ben wah balls would do nicely as I mooched around the village.
They were made of stainless steel connected together with string. They were designed to be inserted into the vagina and would move around inside me as I walked. The sensation as they knocked together or vibrated with the motion of a car was enough to make a girl orgasm without touching herself.
They were the perfect choice to cheer me up after Lottie's rejection.
I put the dildo in the drawer and picked up the love balls. They were heavier than I remembered and I hadn't worn them for a while. I let my towel drop to the floor and put one leg up on the bed. I didn't need to lubricate them as my pussy was already pretty wet at the thought of what I was going to do. I slipped them inside feeling the coldness of the steel as they slipped across my labia. The exquisite feeling of them stretching me and sucking up inside against my G-spot was sensational.
"Ooooh fuck! Becca you are such a dirty bitch," I giggled to myself. "The poor vicar will never know what a slut you're being."
I bounced up and down and felt the balls clanking and jiggling inside me. It made me quiver with delight. The bouncing also made sure that the balls wouldn't fall out, which would be highly embarrassing.
I picked out a pair of black cotton panties with white lace trim and slipped them on. Next was my matching bra and a pair of very tight jeans. I finished the look with a strappy top and a pair of high heeled ankle boots and I was ready to go.
I had some errands to run before I went to the fete. I fished about in my bag and found the blood-stained tissues from the night before. I wrapped them in zip locked bags and wrote 'Beardy' on one and 'Beer Belly' on the other. Next I took my phone out of my bag and printed the pictures off which I had took of the two goons who had tried to rape us the previous night. They printed wirelessly and I stuffed the picture of their faces and ID cards into the bags with the tissues. I addressed a jiffy bag to Lexa and left my cottage heading for the post office once more.
This would be the fourth and fifth DNA samples I had sent to her and I hoped I'd get at least one match to the sperm found on Hannah's body.
The balls jiggled inside me as a I walked with a bounce in my step to provide some extra stimulation. My flimsy bra hardly held my boobs in place and they bounced in time with my love balls. I was deliciously creamy down there by the time I got to the post office.
"Can I send these out by priority mail please," I said to the clerk behind the desk.
"You can, but they won't be delivered until Monday, by the time they get picked up today it will be too late as there's no postal service on Sunday," he replied.
"It will have to do then," I said.
I handed over the jiffy bag, paid the postage and then walked back out into the sun.
My phone buzzed in my bag and as I took it out and looked at the screen, I saw that it was Lexa. My day was getting better by the minute.
"Hi Lexa," I answered.
