Erotic Bliss

Chapter 4

Blaze

Laying on my bed facing the ceiling, throwing the tennis ball against the wall and catching it. My phone buzzes notifying me that I just got a notification. I unlock my Huawei p40 pro seeing that I got a notification from my boy, Nick.

'Dude, we are going out to the Carnival, want to join?' It reads.

'Who is tagging along?' I respond

'Andria, Nicole, Vicky, Drew, Kyle, Ariana, me and you, I guess.' Nick's message reads.

I take a deep breath in and exhale. It's not like I have anything better to do.

'K dude, I'm down.' I respond.

I get up and walk into the bathroom to take a shower. Put on black jeans, my grey random design printed shirt and Nike sneakers with my black leather jacket.

I go to lounge, waiting for those idiots to arrive. I take out a packet of Lays and Red Bull then throw myself on the couch, watching a repeat of a Barcelona game.

After thirty minutes of watching TV, there is a hoot outside accompanied by loud music. I stand up switching the TV off and grabbing my wallet.

(play 'BBY' by Two Feet)

It's really not a typical night to go the carnival, the moon is white and is shining brightly with grey clouds surfing the heavens. I get into the front seat.

"Hey guys. Where are the girls at?" I ask looking at Nick. "They're all coming with Vicky's car, they'll meet us there." Nick responds.

We fall into a normal conversation going there, cars, and the latest news at school and nodding our heads to the music.

After arriving at the carnival the girls were already there, the guys spread out and went to their girls. I decided to walk behind the entire group. I have not been in a mood lately of entertaining small talk. I just prefer to keep to myself.

"So where are we headed to first?" Kyle asks.

"Let's start with the scariest one!" Drew shouts out.

"There is no way, I'm going to the Tower of Terror first!" Andria complains.

"Nah, we'll end with that." Nick adds in "Let's start with the Anaconda." he continues.

"That doesn't sound bad, What do you say Blaze?" Vicky asks, catching my attention and everyone else's heads turn to look at me.

Perplexed and wanting their eyes off of me, I quickly respond saying 'yeah, sure.'

"Alright, it's settled then. Anaconda it is." Nicole says.

Settling into their own conversations; Nick with Ariana, Drew with Nicole, and Kyle with Andria. Leaving Vicky walking awkwardly in front of me. I have never been really fond of her, nor understood her. Especially because of her famous reputation of sleeping around. How did she end up in our group in any case?

A place my hands in my pockets, focusing my attention to the ground as we all walk to the Anaconda.

After waiting in the line for fifteen minutes and the numerous failed attempts of Vicky trying to make conversation with me, we got on the ride. My life has been black and white lately, nothing ever excites me anymore. Ever since the accident, life just hasn't been the same and it will never be. I really appreciate Nick and the guys trying to cheer me up, but it would've been better if they didn't bring the girls along.

After the Anaconda ride the 'couples' go to the booths, where they can win teddy bears and all the other cliché bullsh*t girls like.

Sitting off afar, a voice breaks me from my train of thoughts.

"You don't like me, do you? I not blind, I know that you tolerate me. It's sad because I find you extremely attractive. Why don't you like me, it just doesn't make sense. Or is it just one of those things where you just don't like a person because you just don't. Is it that? Because if it is...?"Vicky says.

Getting annoyed by her futile attempts to make conversation, " I don't like you because you're a hoe, you're rude and disgust me." I blurt out angrily and annoyed. I stand up from the bench I was sitting on, walking away from the group but then she follows me.

"That's really offensive and heart-breaking coming from a friend. Nonetheless, your crush." She responds to me.

"We were never friends." I respond nonchalantly.

"What makes you say I'm a hoe." sadness laced in her voice, awww great, she better not start crying on me.

"I've heard and seen stuff." I respond.

" What if you found out it wasn't true, would you like me then?" Vicky asks.

"I highly doubt it. I would rather eat needles than become your friend."

"So why, have you been distant from the group lately?" She asks, ignoring my rudeness. Doesn't this girl know when to call it quits.

I give her a side glance, keep quiet and carry on walking. She walks silently next to me for a solid ten minutes, but it doesn't last long before she raises her voice again.

"Oh, I never got the chance to say sorry for your loss." She says attempting to look at me in the eyes.

"Thanks." I respond in a monotone.

"When did it happen?, like three weeks ago?" She asks.

"Yeah." I respond.

"I guess we are both broken, hey." she says, capturing my attention.

I furrow my brows and give her a side glance. " What did you say?" I ask.

" I mean, we both lost someone dear to our hearts at a young age. I lost my mother when I was just twelve years old. It was devastating. At least you had more time with your dad. I feel like I have lost both my parents. After my mother died, my dad was not the same, still isn't. It's as if the only light that was in his life was taken from him." She says at the brink of tears.

I could dislike her as much as I wanted, but at the end of the day we all just human, right?

"I'm sorry to hear that." I respond, although still being distant.

"I know it's expected of me to say it's fine, when honestly it isn't. I have never slept with any of the football players. I've only given five of them blowjobs. I know it doesn't make it sound any better, that's how far I've gone. This may come as a shock to you, but I'm still a virgin." She continues to vent to me.

I just quickly glance at her and look away, rolling my eyes.

"The only reason why, I did that is so that. Well, I thought we were serious or getting serious or whatever, I guess I'm just desperate to feel loved. And I don't really like going home." She says.

" Why not?" I ask, curious to what she has to say.

"Because of my dad. And I really don't want to explain my situation to the girls. " She responds.

"What did he do? And isn't that better than being played?" I ask.

"I guess." She responds to my second question.

"What did your father do?" The worst coming to mind.

She shakes her head no, indicating that she doesn't want to talk. And at that exact moment we hear singing. We look up and see that a singing competition is taking place.

"I got an idea." Vicky says. "The song I'll sing will explain how I feel about my dad." She says walking towards the stage.

I walk to a direction pole at the back of the crowd, waiting for her to come out. Five girls go on before her. She walks onto the stage and for the first time, I actually take notice of her. She has a nice set of breasts, with a slim waist. She stands in front of the mike and slowly wraps her fingers around the mike and looks at me. I don't know if my mind is playing with me, but that seemed extremely seductive and, sexy?

" Hi everyone, I am Vicky Steward, and I'll be singing 'July' by Noah Cyrus."

Then the band starts playing the song.

" I've been holding my breath

I've been counting to ten

Over something you said

I've been holding back tears

While you're throwing back beers

I'm alone in bed

You know I, I'm afraid of change

Guess that's why we stay the same

So tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

'Cause you remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

Feels like a lifetime

Just tryna get by

While we're dying inside

I've done a lot of things wrong

Loving you being one

But I can't move on

You know I, I'm afraid of change

Guess that's why we stay the same

So tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

'Cause you remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go

You remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay."

She sang beautifully, everyone clapped hands for her as she got down the stage.

"That was nice." I compliment her.

"Thanks." she blushes.

" But I still don't understand how that relates to your father." I ask confused.

She exhales out loudly, "Please don't tell anyone. My dad hits me at times, like every second day. It gets worse when he's drunk. I can't leave him because he's sick. So I want to spend time with him, but I can't if he spends most of his time drunk. At times I sleep in my car so I can avoid seeing him, but it gets cold and I need to eat. There's always money for alcohol, but never for food." She says casting her eyes down, at the brink of tears.

And just I was about to comfort her...

"Hey guys, where have you guys been? We have two rides left before we go to the Tower of terror." Drew interrupts, not noticing Vicky's emotional state.

"Yeah, we'll be right there, where are going now?" I ask.

" To the golden loop." Drew responds walking away.

We get on the ride and my mind keeps trailing back to what Vicky just told me.

We finally got onto the 'Tower of Terror, it was pretty chilled. I forgot how much I liked these rides.

We all walked to the gates, with our "partners", there was an awkward silence between Vicky and I. Especially from my side, I just didn't know what to say after what she told me and I felt like a complete d**k for the way I mistreated her. She gets enough of that from her dad, nevertheless the school.

"So how are all going back home?" Kyle voices up.

" I'm going back with Vicky, two of you can tag along so we can drop you off." Everyone stared at me in shock, including Vicky.

I turn to ask her if that's cool with her, which she agreed to.

I get in the passenger seat next Vicky with Nicole and Andria in the backseat. Ariana decided to go home with Nick.

After about twenty minute silent, and mostly awkward drive to Nicole's house, we drop off Andria and Nicole off. It's almost midnight. Grey clouds gracing the clouds and the moon shining with a yellow glow.

"I have to ask." Vicky says, grabbing my attention.

"Yeah, what is it?" I respond.

"What made you come with me?" She asks, glancing at me and turning her attention back to the road.

"Well." I say stuck for words. " You said don't like going back home, so I figured you can stay at mines for a while." I finally say.

"I really appreciate that, but I'm not a charity-case." She says sounding a bit embarrassed and guarded.

"Nah, It's not like that." I say, not wanting her to feel as if I'm belittling her.

"Okay, well, thanks." she says.

(play 'Lonely' by Diplo)

We arrive at my mother's empty house and get in.

"Are you hungry?" I ask her.

"Nah, I'm good thanks." she responds.

"I'll show you to my room, I'll sleep in my mother's room." I tell her, walking up the stairs.

We get upstairs and I show her my room.

" Well, here we are, if you need me, I'll be down the hallway."I say turning around.

She pulls my hand back and looks at me with doll like eyes.

"Can you please sleep here for the night?" she asks.

"Umm, sure. Let me get dressed." I say, walking to the bathroom. I change into my boxes. When I enter my room, she is already in the blankets in her top and boxes, well my boxes. I follow suit and get into the blankets, getting closer and cuddling her, body temperature warming each other up.

A week later

The ride was quiet for a while, until she stopped at our local supermarket.

"Why did you stop here. The supermarket is closed." I ask.

We were back from yet another outing with the group and it was eleven p.m.

"I wanted to stop for a snack. A different type of snack." She says seductively unbuckling her seatbelt. Leaning over to me attempting to unbuckle my jeans.

I take hold of her hands to stop her motion. " You don't have to do this Vicky, just because I'm letting you stay over my house. It's just a friendly favour." I say to her; however, she still continues unbuckling my jeans.

"Oh that is truly friendly and kind of you." she responds. " But I still want to." she continues.

She pulls out my d**k and lowers her head onto my d**k. Wrapping her sweet, wet, soft and warm lips around my d**k.

My breathing beginning to sound ragged, when last did I have one of these, nonetheless one that feels this good.

She starts by lubricating my d**k with her saliva, then she twirls her tongue around the head of my d**k. She then lets allows every inch of me that she can fit into her luscious mouth. Vicky then wraps her hand around the base of my d**k where her mouth can't reach.

"Ahh f**k Vicky." I groan out from all the delectable pleasure she is giving.

She continues her assault on my d**k, bobbing her head up and down. She sucks her cheeks in whilst bobbing her, making it feel like a tight p***y.

Vicky sucks me off, then starts playing with my balls with her other hand, while the other still strokes the base of my d**k.

"Vicky you need to stop before I c*m in your mouth." I breathe out.

She lifts her head up, making me regret telling her to stop. She interrupts my thoughts and says: " Well, that's no good because I have a special place I want you to come." she coaxes seductively.

"And where is that?" I ask feeling adrenaline heightening as well as my excitement.

She crawls to the backseat of her car and sits there spreading her legs.

"Come here, and I'll show you." she teases. I follow her to the backseat and she moves up so I'm sitting next to her.

She then leans forward, giving me a nice view of her round tight ass, and turns on the radio. The radio softly plays 'Pony' by Ginuwine.

She sits back, then lifts her skirt, showcasing her smooth thighs. Hooks her index fingers on the sides of her lace thong, and pulls it down.

"Wait Vicky, are you sure of this, I mean you are still a virgin?" I ask a little shocked, I mean I was hoping for this but didn't think that she would actually want to.

"Don't worry Blaze, I know you won't hurt me." She says, pulling her thong to her thighs and down her calves onto the floor. She leans over helping me pull my boxers and jeans down. She climbs on top of me with each leg on either side of me. She strokes my d**k between her warm folds, and smearing her juices against the tip of my d**k. I enter her slowly, my d**k stroking it, in and out at a slow pace so her walls can slowly adjust to my size.

"Stop teasing Blaze." she whimpers, more and more of her juices sliding down my d**k. I let more of me enter her and it feels like I am entering the depth the hell, the way her walls are warm and most importantly, nice and tight. She then starts bouncing on my lap wanting to go at a faster pace.

"Ohh s**t, Vicky, that feels good." I groan out.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh f**k Blaze!!! You feel soo good." She screams out increasing her pace.

I stop her by lifting her off of me.

" Get on your knees and face the window." I order her and, she does as told.

I position myself at her entrance and enter her slowly.

" Ohhhhhhhh fuck." she breathes out. " Is this what I have been missing my whole life?" she asks, surprise laced in her voice.

I grip her waist, entering her slowly, wanting her to feel every single inch of my d**k. Her breathing heavier and more shallow.

"Blaazee!" she whimpers.

Feeling our connection and s****l bond in my heart, lust and passion wash over my body, I thrust into her harder.

My groans and her moans lacing into each other.

She starts bouncing on my d**k, becoming more aggressive. I grab a fist of her hair, making her arch her back and pounding mercilessly into her.

Her moans turn into screams, her small car rocking with our motion.

Her voice becoming tired and hoarse. She places her fingers on her c**t and she starts rubbing it vigorously, I increase the pace, bringing me closer to release, she's close. Her warm and wet walls tightening around me and that is all it takes. She cries out one last moan, gushing out with juices while I empty out my boys deep in her.

After coming down from our highs, we rock it out, breathless.

I pull out, my c*m and her c*m oozing out of her, the car hot and stuffed from our exercise.

*Noah Cyrus - Young and Sad, playing in the background.

I take my shirt, wiping all of our c*m off of her, I pull her close cuddling her close to me.

Not so long after she falls asleep, leaving my awake self starring out the window, and up the stars.

Then it hit me, I just made love with Vicky Steward, and I don't regret one bit...