Grease

Just my f*cking luck

"f**k! Samantha your f*****g tight as hell! I can barely move!" Me and Samantha were in my bed rolling around, naked. Sweat clung to our bodies and no matter how long we went at it or how many orgasms we had we never stopped. It was a never ending sexcapade.

I was pounding into her from behind against the wall of my shower feeling her clench around me harder I groaned. The hot water beating my back was scorching me slightly but I didn't mind . I threw my head back as I felt the familiar warm sensation snake up my spine. Then she came with a soft scream-

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

I shot up fast and looked around, my alarm was going off and it was killing me. I already have a headache. Unplugging the cord I threw it on the ground and let out an irritated huff.

It's been a week since me and Samantha had met each other, and now my day dreaming about her has become wet dreams every night and cold showers every morning.

It's official, she has corrupted my brain. It's like she's stuck there, like the annoying song you hear on the radio all the time yet you never change the station. But in reality she had been distant with everyone at work, no longer trying to make friends with everyone like she use to.

I missed her and I barely knew her. That's not normal.

Getting out the bed I felt something drip. Oh no. Pulling the covers back I saw c*m all over my sheets. Every time I came in my dream I actually came. Its like m**********n but without all the work.

Throwing them into my laundry basket. Getting my clothes ready I headed to the shower. I needed....Samantha. UGGGHH!!

Samantha

Tyler was pinning me to the wall and brutally f*****g me. "You are so f*****g sexy baby girl. I need you, do you need me?" I answered him yes,and arched off the wall. "God your perfect everywhere. So f*****g sweet."

I came with a loud scream and jerked as Tyler shot his load into the condom. Tyler kissed me and whispered, "Can I-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I rolled over and hit my alarm, it announced that I had twenty minutes to get to the shop. After cleaning up I made my way to the kitchen and ignored my father's curious and worried stare. He was probably noticing my dead eyes and pale skin.

He smiled and I gave him a tired smile back, ever since those women said those things about me I've felt shy, timid, and even self conscious.

Biting my lip I pulled at the collar of my uniform I wore. I started jerking the buttons. No more, I'm a sexy bad b***h and I'm not going to let two irrelevant people make me feel insecure. I'm too strong for that.

Biting my lip I looked at my dad. "I'm going into town today." He nodded. "Alright, be careful Sammie."

I changed into a brown off the shoulders sun dress and grabbed my cowboy boots. I drove until I was in front of a diner and then I just walked. I greeted everyone and I actually felt comfortable. Then I collided with a man the size of my daddy's pick up.

Looking up at the man of my wet dreams my mouth turned into the Nevada desert. "T-tyler?" He glared down at me. "Why are you ignoring me?" He demanded.

At first I was scared to respond and when I was I saw the lady at the flower shop paying too much attention to a sun flower.

"Can we go somewhere private. We have an audience." The women stiffened and pretended not to feel our gazes on her back.

"Nosey, small town, country bumpkins obviously have their gossip on lock." Tyler laughed and wrapped his arms around me. The lady gasped and scurried away. The lady behind the cash register giggled and handed me a lily. "They can't help it. What will they talk about during their "book clubs"?"

Tyler laughed and dragged me away.