FORCED TO REFORM

CHAPTER TWO

Like seriously..! It was all a dream!

I laid on my bed still dumbstruck at what my mind still couldn't fathom. I couldn't believe that the light-skinned man who laid on me was a product of my subconscious, something I had clearly imagined.

This went on to prove to me that I had a very bizarre imagination.

I had prayed and hoped for it to be a realistic event, hoping that the sweet moments which went on was something that would last forever, even though not forever, but at least till my intimate desires were all satisfied.

And when I thought this would go on, when I thought I would see his handsome face, and stare into his colorfully beautiful eyes, my mom came just at the right hour to ruin it.

The pain, the anger, my level of ire had shot up to the highest heights as I clenched my fist and squeezed some parts of the bedsheets into my hands, having my face squeezed as I stared at my mom.

I was at the verge of seeing the man who made me feel more of a female, who made me moan in an unashamed manner, who made me crave for something that I never thought I would ever ask for.

Why would she come to remind me about school, at the very time I wanted staring into his eyes?

I mean the alarm was right there at the side of the room, on my table which didn't seem far from my bed, and obviously it would remind me about school time, cause that's it's job.

But in my anger, something quick came across my mind.

I remembered vividly that I was about staring into the eyes of this light skinned man, when my mom's voice called me out of this sweet dream.

Did she just see everything which went on in the room?

I could literally feel the hands of this man running through my body, and even though it was a dream, I felt like my voice could be heard while I basked in the pleasures of his wonderful physique and his glamorous touch.

I hoped above all things that she didn't hear any weird sound proceed out of my mouth, like maybe a moaning sound or something because that would obviously feel embarrassing, and i would have to explain to her during breakfast.

Though she may act like everything was in it's normal phase, she would obviously being back to memories of that moment, and whenever she does that, it gets wild and so uncomfortable for the one who played an active role in it.

My parents aren't strict or hotheaded like what most people may seem to think or ponder about

Infact they're really the most lovable and kind-hearted people I've ever seen, not just to me because I was their daughter, but to others who didn't share the same blood in our veins.

And honestly, I have considered them to be the best gift of which I received from the moon goddess, and never regreted any of the teachings and their words of advice.

They both worked as proud warriors in the silver moon pack. Yeah..! That's the name of the pack I was born into.

And though their jobs as the packs warriors are tasking and time consuming, they were adept in making out time for me and themselves.

Witu all the thoughts running in my mind, I remembered mom had stated that Alyssa was on her way, and I wouldn't want her to come meet me like this in this awful state.

I quickly jumped off my bed, throwing my across the bed, and moving off to the bathroom in a bid to brush my teeth and take a quick cold shower.

With just my bathrobe on my body, I stared at myself through the mirror which was hung beautifully at the perfect side of the bathroom, looking at my reflection, and honestly I couldn't believe my eyes..

At first while I laid on the bed thinking of Alyssa's coming, my mind has pictured me to look like a haggard lady drawn out of her diziness and alleviating visions.

But staring at my reflection on the mirror, what I saw was worse than what my mind had portrayed, and being frank, Alyssa would have freaked out if she has set her eyes on me while I still laid on my bed.

I couldn't look twice at myself, my sweet chocolate copper hair was scattered beyond what I could ever imagine, and my eyes, though they wee usually pure hazel in colour, they were red due to how I was unfortunately interrupted from my refreshing dream.

I could see my skin ruined as the pillow on which I laid my head on left some fierce marks, and with my squeezed face, I would describe that moment as that where I felt like a little monster out of it's cage.

Terrible..!, I immediately took up my toothbrush in my hand and assisted it in performing it's duty in my mouth, letting it clear out the debris of bad morning breath.

Done with that, I swiftly moved towards the shower, and turning it on, I could feel the cold water rush down my body, from my hair to my back and down to my legs.

With my hands clothed with soap, I ran my hands through my hair, stroking my hair scattered hair backwards and letting the soapy water roll down my body.

And while I was almost done, still with my eyes closed, and the water running down my body, I felt a hand touch me by my waist, and a cold body moving closer to me from behind.

Though the water felt cold on my body, but I could feel a warmth of which my skin had quickly recognized and without any delay, it blended to it.

Two hands on my waist, they felt masculine, and my brain was gradual interpreting this feeling I had, trying to remind me of when last I had felt this same feeling.

And while I thought so hard, I could feel something warm, something soft on the back of y neck, that same spot where I could feel my mouth uttering words and sounds without proper knowledge.

And something which touched my butt, making me gasp in pleasure and my mouth open with my eyes closed.

I could feel this hand stretch beyond my waist, unto my abdomen, to my belly and upwards to my bosoms, squeezing them like a juicy fruit, of which one was at the verge of drawing out it's juice.

I couldn't contain this feeling, and at the same time too, I couldn't understand what really went out at the moment.

I couldn't make heads or tails of who this mystery man really was, or how he was bake ti get into the bathroom and hold me in this manner, or what he really looked like.

I had already had an experience like this once, and i flopped when it came to me aspect of seeing his face or what he looked like, but not this time.

"Ashley.. try..!", I persuaded myself with a soft voice within me, fighting through his feeling, fighting to open my eyes even when he feeling was a force not capable of being resistable.

But I had to try, and when I forced my eyes open and stared into the mirror, I could see him again.

His short ginger blonde hair, and his light skinned was noticable, and then it dawned on me how my body quickly accepted the feeling it had received

At that point I felt comfort in his arms as I stretched my hands too and held his by his own arms while his was journeying my body freely and succulently.

While his hands were still on my bosoms, touching and rubbing them like they belonged to him, I still needed to see the man who gave me this feeling.

I needed to look into the eyes of the one who made me moan and crave passionately for him, but as usual, his face was buried in my body, and even though I really enjoyed the moment, I hated that I couldn't stare into his eyes and tell him that I loved and longed for his more of his body on mine.

This was going on well, and with both our bodies under the shower, I didn't feel the need to end this bath, neither did I ever remember that Alyssa was on her way or school never existed, not until now

"Ashley...!", A voice called out to me again, this time, I could hear banging on my room door, with my name repeatedly called out in a loud voice, and just like that, I snapped out of the moment which existed and returned back to reality.

"Ashley..! Hurry up", it was my mom, again, and she just had a distinction in ruining very precious moments.