Marcus
"I love you Marcus..." Ellie whispered in my ear over and over. I knew it wasn't real. It was one of those dreams that you knew you were dreaming and just couldn't wake yourself up. I tried to over and over but my eyes simply weren't ready to open. My mind just wasn't ready to let go of her. If my dreams were the only place I would ever hear her say those words again, then my mind would never let me wake. The rest of me kind of agreed.
I could feel a warm mouth wrap around my shaft. That was enough to break the spell Ellie held over me. Waking up I was greeted by a beautiful blonde whose green eyes bored into mine while her head bobbed up and down on my cock. She had been just as enthusiastic last night from what I remembered— and that wasn't much. I didn't know her name or how old she was, just that she was over 18. What I did know was that she was just the latest bed warmer in the long montage of women in the past two weeks. I had a new one every night, sometimes two and three a day.
No matter what I did, no matter how many different females I stuck my condom covered dick into, I just couldn't shake my mind from Elisa Winston. None of them challenged me the way Ellie had. She had called me on my shit in the bedroom and in regular life. She could take me dominating her and be the sexiest submissive ever, or completely flip the script and dominate the hell out of me. And God forbid I try to converse with these females. Most of them just went on about shopping, how great the sex was, or something completely vapid. Occasionally a girl would talk to me about something interesting and intelligent, but I never wanted to hear that. I wasn't looking for a girlfriend. I was looking for a quick fuck and a distraction from her. They provided that for at max an hour. None of them could take me like Ellie could. None of them felt like Ellie did, made me come as hard as Ellie did.
The blonde continued sucking my cock trying to get me off. I just lay there trying to ignore the occasional scrape of her teeth or the fact that she was only getting about half of me in her mouth. After the fifteenth bite on my dick, I pushed her face off me and rolled out of bed with no explanation. I heard her shout "Hey!" after me but I just stalked off to the bathroom and took a piss. A long one.
By the time I came out of the bathroom the girl had cleared out, which was exactly what I'd been hoping for. I walked back to my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed thinking about Ellie. I thought back to the first day I saw her, how stricken I was with her beauty. Just the thought of her perfectly plump lips, her toned legs, her caramel skin, her apple bottom had my little man standing at full attention. My hand subconsciously went to stroke him. Thoughts of the first time Ellie gave me head began to flood my brain. I could still feel the warmth of her mouth. I still tingled at the way her lips moved across my shaft planting feathery kisses on the head of my cock. Her tongue pressing against the vein along the bottom of my member as she effortlessly took all of me down her throat. The way her throat massaged the head of my cock stimulating every nerve in my cock until I finally... "Ugh!" I shouted shooting a rope of my seed clear across the room onto my carpet. In my mind, I hadn't come on my carpet, I had just exploded in Ellie's mouth.
Ellie
School, home, school, home. That was the routine and I was ready to blow a hole in my skull. I missed Marcus with every fiber of my being. Just looking at him was tearing me apart. He missed at least one day every week and when he did come to school, he looked absolutely horrible. He was ALWAYS hung over, he had stubble thick enough to slice human flesh, and his eyes had lost the color to them. Of course they were still blue, but he looked dead inside. As sadistic as it may seem, I was kind of glad that he was affected by this as badly as I was. Every time I passed him in the hallway I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss all over his face.
My heart wasn't the only part of me suffering. After the past few months, my body had become accustomed to sex regularly. And not just any sex. Mind blowing, body numbing, life altering sex. I fell asleep to visions of Marcus sweating over me stroking his long member inside me. I found myself masturbating to memories of things we had done two and three times a day. Sitting in my new history class I found myself daydreaming about Marcus teaching me shirtless covered in edible body oil...
"Ellie?" I was snapped out of my reverie by the Emo girl sitting next to me. "Here," she told me slipping a folded up piece of paper into my hand. Perplexed, I opened it to find a few words scribbled across it in jacked up boy scrawl.
"Movies? Saturday night @ 8? - Jason" It read.
I turned to steal a glance at the only Jason in the class. Jason Weatherly was fairly good looking with his tousled black hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes. He had the lean muscular body of a linebacker and unfortunately for him, a long time crush on me. I had been teasing Jason for the four years I'd known him, but I'd never let it go too far. I knew what kind of boy Jason was. He was the straight arrow type with the grades of a merit scholar and the athleticism of a pro-baller. My father would love him. Up until now, this fact had driven me away from him. I usually went for guys my father would absolutely despise— which had been part of Marcus' appeal. Jason was the type of boy I ended up hurting. I made my decision and made eye contact with his hopeful brown eyes. I shook my head no and I saw his face drop. Poor guy.
"Hey," I heard the girl whisper to me a few minutes later tossing me yet another note.
"I promise I don't bite. Just gimme a chance. Please?" This just proved he wouldn't be able to handle me, because biting was kind of hot to me. I let out a deep sigh and turned back to him again. I shook my head once more and I saw his face droop even lower. I'll admit seeing how hopeful he was and watching him get let down was painful, but I'd rather hurt his feelings this way than start a relationship with him and hurt him. Not to mention with everything that had happened in the past three weeks and my heart yearning for another man, now just wasn't the time.
When I got home I went straight up to my room. Shortly thereafter the creak of my door warned me of my mother's entrance. She stepped onto my light pink carpet regarding me curiously. I wasn't doing much just reading a Men's Fitness magazine trying to get over my increasing horniness. It wasn't working much because I just kept thinking of Marcus.
"Since when do you read Men's Fitness?" she asked tipping her head to the side. Since you cut me off from the love of my life and the best sex I could ask for, I thought. I didn't say that of course. My only response was a slight shrug of my shoulders. "Well come on get up, we're going out to eat."
"Not hungry," I told her without looking up from my magazine.
"You never are anymore." I could hear a pang of sadness in her voice but I didn't really care. She wasn't the one suffering here. She let out a long sigh, "it isn't optional, Elisa, now let's go. I'll be waiting for you downstairs. Don't make me come back up here to get you." With that she left and closed my door behind her.
I sighed dramatically and threw the magazine down on my bed. "Fuck," I mumbled to myself as I grabbed a sweater to go over my white button down. My skirt was rather short and my shirt was unbuttoned enough to show a significant amount of cleavage. Since I was going out with my parents I figured I shouldn't look like a complete whore. Pulling the thin black sweater over my arms, I buttoned it so that my boobs were still visible but not as bad as they were. A normal person would just button up the shirt, but what can I say? I'm special. When I got downstairs I was surprised to find my father would not be joining us, not that his presence would have made a difference. He would just act as if I wasn't there anyway. Pulling up to the restaurant, I knew something was wrong. The driver came around and opened the door of our town car and I followed my mother into the restaurant— her favorite restaurant. We only came here when something was wrong.
Once we were seated I jumped right into it. "Alright mom what's going on?"
"Can't a mother take her daughter out to eat? Gosh I feel like it's the only way I can make sure you don't starve yourself lately."
"Mom."
My mother let out a long sigh. "I wanted to wait until after dinner for this, but you never have been a patient girl." The waiter came and took our drink orders before my mother continued. "It's not secret that your father and I haven't been getting along lately. We talked and we think it'd be best if I went to stay with your grandparents for a bit." At that moment I felt everything shatter. My parents were separating. My mother was moving out. This couldn't be happening.
"No," I whispered.
"Honey, it's not permanent. We just need a break for a little while."
"You're married! You're not a high school couple that can just 'take a break'!"
She took a sip of her wine, "Look, I need time away from him. I love your father but the way he's handling things with you... I just can't be apart of that anymore."
"I'm coming with you then."
"You can't come with me Elisa. That would be impractical. You have school and your father has work. It's logical for you to stay here."
"You can't leave me with him! Mom I'll go crazy!"
"Just because I'm going to Barstow, it doesn't mean I'm not here for you sweetie."
"You'll be two hours away! Mom please!" I pleaded.
"How about this, you stay with your father during the week so you can go to school and on Fridays, I'll take a train and bring you back to Barstow for the weekends. Okay?"
