Free Use Zip Code 2
866 Words
GREG'S POV
Garnet had always been a beautiful girl.
I'd watched her grow up from the awkward teenager who used to trip over her own feet coming down the stairs to the eighteen year old who now paraded through my house in satin nightwear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
And those thick n*****s pressing through the fabric every morning at breakfast like she had no idea what she was doing.
Those thighs filling out every pair of shorts she owned.
Those breasts that had been getting fuller and heavier every year until I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at them across the dinner table while her mother talked about property listings.
I loved her mother. That was true and it stayed true.
But her mother's body had given me everything it had to give over the years and there was a fresh hunger in me that had been building for a long time and had nowhere decent to go…
Until free use week got announced for zip code 60621.
I'd known it was coming for months.
Read every piece of legislation. Knew the exact date, the exact time, the exact legal parameters.
Midnight on Monday. One week. Every resident in the zone legally obligated to comply…
No exceptions.
I had been patient.
And I was almost done being patient.
The first time I realized how badly I wanted Garnet, I was passing through her room when she walked out of the bathroom in that pink satin set.
Hair wet, completely unbothered.
And the fabric was clinging in ways that made my c**k respond before I had finished processing the visual.
She caught me looking.
I held the eye contact just long enough to watch the colour rise in her cheeks before I walked away.
She started avoiding me after that.
The avoidance told me everything I needed to know.
Because Garnet was not subtle. She thought she was. She thought those quick glances down at my c**k whenever I walked into a room went unnoticed.
They didn't go unnoticed. I noticed every single one. She would catch herself looking, look away, then look back again like she had no control over her own eyes… which honestly she probably didn't.
Silly girl!
Eighteen years old and already knew she loved huge c***s like my own.
I'd make sure she knew what the stretch felt like till she begged for mercy.
I missed having a p***y snap around my huge c**k. Her mum's cunt was already tired and barely as tight as I loved it.
I'd woken up some mornings this past month with my c**k so hard it was unreasonable. Lying there in the dark while her mother slept beside me. Thinking about that satin nightwear and those thighs and her big breasts.
Today, my precum started dripping before Garnet even knew she was making it happen.
Just the thought of free use week.
Just the image of her face when the news anchor confirmed our zip code. That stunned outrage. Those wide eyes...
The way she killed the TV like she could stop information from existing by eliminating the source.
I stood in the kitchen doorway watching her process it and I became hard before she turned around and saw me in only my sweatpants.
She looked at my c**k and then at my face and then back at my c**k and then aggressively away at the wall.
I knew then that the week was going to go exactly the way I had imagined it.
Her mother asked me to take it easy on her and I nodded.
I intended to honor that for roughly the first hour of the first day and then proceed at my own judgment from there.
Garnet was not fragile. She was young and healthy and had been wanting this longer than she would ever admit.
Her body was going to tell the truth even when her mouth was still arguing with me.
Standing on the driveway watching the car take her mother to the airport, I was already thinking about midnight.
About which room.
About how long I was going to take with her.
About the sounds she had probably never made for anyone and was going to make for me in my own house before the week was out.
I could feel the pre-c*m already dripping again.
'Easy there, boy,’ I thought. Nudging my c**k to be patient whole Garnet stood beside me stiff as a board. Arms crossed. Refusing to look at me. And watching the car until it was completely gone.
I turned to look at her.
Then I smiled.
Slow. Deliberate. Letting her see exactly what I was thinking and giving her nowhere to put that information.
Then I winked. A naughty filthy wink.
And she broke immediately. Turned and ran into the house, up the stairs. Door slamming, lock clicking.
I looked at the empty driveway. Feeling the weight of the c**k in my pyjama pants.
‘Run,’ I thought. ‘Hide in your room, Garnet. Lock your little door.’
Midnight was eleven hours away.
The first day of Free Use week.
And I had nowhere else to be.
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