The Devil's Looking Glass

Damien f*****g Vanderbrooke

Damien

I slowly opened my eyes. The headache pounding like a jackhammer.

After I had finished my shower and jerk off session to images of the girl next door, I had managed to down over half the bottle of bourbon before stumbling into my bedroom and throwing myself on the bed. Even in my drunken state, the woman had still managed to find her way to my dreams. I didn't even have to look down to know that I had awoken with a raging hard on. Not just regular ol' morning wood. Nope. This was a full on, I need to f**k the s**t out of that woman, hard on.

I made my way to the shower, turning it on, slipping off my sweats and stepping into the steaming heat that pelted down. Visions of my dreams flashed in my mind. Those perfectly plump, soft lips, wrapping around my c**k. That round tight ass jiggling beneath me as I f****d her from behind. 

A low primal growl erupted from deep in my chest, when I imagined her beneath me, staring up at me with those wide, gorgeous green eyes, that mouth making that perfect O shape, her tight p***y clenching tightly around my c**k as she came. My hand slowed as the water washed the c*m down the drain, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to get her out of my head.

That was the hardest I had ever come in my life. And it was with my hand, picturing a woman I had only seen once. 

What the f**k is wrong with me? 

I dried myself off and dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a faded pair of jeans. This time, I did manage to find my underwear. In a box, labeled 'towels'. Not even sure how the f**k that happened. I checked the time on my phone. 8:55am. I walked downstairs to the living room, just as the doorbell rang.

I grinned when I opened the door. Tommy stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, a huge grin on his face. "You look like shit."

I chuckled, "Thanks man, so do you."

My childhood best friend just laughed and shook his head. "You look like you were up all-night partying. Always the single life for you, hey man?" He shrugged. "To each, their own. I prefer to cuddle up to a gorgeous woman. Waking up to her curled around me, our bodies entangled. Morning s*x is the best, man."

It was my turn to laugh. I couldn't help but think of this morning and my raging hard on. Any other day I would have disagreed with the man but today, I couldn't help but think maybe he was right. I stopped smiling and shook my head. 

What the f**k? Did that thought really just pop into my head. No. He was not right.

He handed me an envelope. "Here is everything you asked for. Took some convincing but that receptionist was very, very eager to please."

I rolled my eyes. This man was almost as bad as I was when it came to keeping his c**k in his pants. The only difference is that he liked to form relationships that actually lasted more than a night. "Let's try to keep my work life and my home life separate. Regardless though, thank you. I owe you one." I slapped my hand on Tommy's shoulder.

"No problem. You can repay me this weekend. I need a wingman tonight. I am on the hunt for the next Mrs. Tommy Sullivan." He grinned at me with a toothy smile.

I just shook my head at him again but agreed, since I really did owe him one. After a few more minutes of banter and conversations that surround women, Tommy left. I walked to the back of the house and slid the patio doors open and walked outside. The backyard was large and spacious, covered in thick green grass and trees sporadically placed around the 6' fence.

The hangover was slowly starting to diminish as I breathed in the fresh morning air. The headache nearly gone.

Genevieve

I woke up groggy and sleep deprived. Dreams of the Adonis next door, waking me up multiple times through the night. I grumpily threw the blankets off my body and sat up. Sleeping in only my underwear, I grabbed a large white t-shirt out of my closet and slipped it on, heading downstairs to the kitchen, to the coffee maker. Eyes half shut; I went through the motions of making coffee.

The shrill ringing of my phone from the kitchen counter made me jump. I looked down at the caller ID. Tammy. I smiled and answered the call.

"Good morning, lovely! Happy Birthday" I greeted her in a sing song voice as I went over to the coffee maker and poured a large mug full of the steaming hot brew.

"Geni! Girl, I am too excited for tonight! It has been far too long since we went out! I am in desperate need of my Geni time!"

Her bubbly voice and excited tempo made me laugh. I could picture her in my mind, waving her hands wildly in the air, her long, wild red hair flopping around her face. It really had been too long since we had gotten together. Between working full time during the weekdays and evenings and weekends being spent on the phone with clients, I never had much time for anything else.

I had made sure to book tonight off from Exotic Encounters, letting my clients know that I would not be available. Tammy has been my best friend for my entire life. Our mothers had been best friends. We had been born only months apart and gone through school together.

"And girl, have I got gossip for you this morning!" She was the queen of gossip and knew everything that happened in this town.

"Oh?" I asked simply. I knew she didn't need much more prompting than that.

She didn't even hesitate. "Okay, so you remember Damien Vanderbrooke? Well, I heard..."

At the sheer mention of his name, my body instantly froze and went stiff. 

Damien. f*****g. Vanderbrooke. 

That was a name that I would never forget. The only man in my entire life that actually came close to taking my virginity. 

Oh, did I forget to mention that? 

Yes, me, a phone s*x operator, was a virgin. And it was all because of Damien f*****g Vanderbrooke. He had been two grades ahead of us in school. He had no clue who we were but we sure as hell knew who he was. Every girl did.

It was at a house party that he acknowledged us for the first time. One of the senior's grad parties. We had been invited, well technically the whole school had been invited and we had decided to step out of our bubble and see what these parties were all about. We got there late, since we had to wait for Tammy's parents to fall asleep before sneaking out of the bedroom window. When I walked through the front door, the first person I saw was Damien. My heart had sped up, my knees wobbly and weak.

He had turned to me, as if in slow motion and watched as we entered. He didn't take his eyes off me. I could tell by the way he swayed slightly that he was a little more than just drunk. He was wasted. 

His eyes followed me everywhere that I went and finally after a half hour, he had approached me. We spent a good hour talking, flirting and even some light touching. At that point I was starting to get a bit tipsy since every time I finished my drink, he insisted on refilling it. Before I knew it, we were in a bedroom upstairs, making out with A LOT of heavy petting, both stripped down to our underwear.

At that point in my adolescence, I had only kissed one other boy. But there I was with Damien Vanderbrooke and let me tell you, I was ready to do a lot more than kissing. I had made up my mind. That night was the night that I would lose my virginity. All of it was new to me. Feeling shy, not in the least bit confident, my movements were slow and hesitant. I had taken a deep breath, ready to do it, sliding my hand down his pants, when I froze.

I was completely confused. Shouldn't a man be hard at this point? I didn't quite understand as I had never touched a man's p***s before, but this didn't feel right. I wrapped my hand around him and then looked up into his eyes. His eyes had instantly gone angry and hard. Ripping my hand from out of his underwear, he bolted into a sitting position and glared at me.

"What the f**k did you expect!?" He damn near shouted at me.

Even more confused, I sat up and scooted back from him. "W...w...what do you m...mean?" I was nearly in tears at this point.

He jumped off the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. "What? You think a fat, ugly, pig like yourself could get me hard?" He waved his hand frantically in front of himself, gesturing up and down my body.

"You are f*****g disgusting. You will never make a man hard." He turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind him, wearing only his underwear.

That was the night that I lost my parents. 

They died on their way home from their date, the reason why I had been at Tammy's in the first place. Everything around me had shattered that night. 

I shivered as the memory came flooding back. That was the night that changed my life forever. Changed how I acted. Changed how I viewed s*x. Changed how I viewed myself. It had taken years before I was able to look at myself naked. I now knew that whatever that was that night, had nothing to do with me and all to do him.

I had no doubts about my body or what I looked like anymore. However, I still could not let anyone see me naked. Sure, I had gone down on guys. I really loved giving a good blowjob, but this body was pretty much untouched apart from myself. I was okay with that.

At this point I found myself pacing in the living room as my thoughts went wild. Tammy's voice cut back in. "...isn't that crazy that he is back!"

I froze and nearly dropped the phone.

"Back?" I let out a small whimper. I had not seen him since that night.

"Yes, girl! Did you not hear what I was saying? And rumor has it, he bought the house next to yours!"

My eyes flew over to the window that directly faced his window. 

There, standing in the window, his arms crossed over his chest, a smug f*****g smile on his face, was Damien. f*****g. Vanderbrooke.