Chapter 17

17

Shelby

I know I'm dreaming the second I see Amy.

There's that weird moment when you know you're sleeping, you know you're stuck, you know this isn't real, yet… a part of you thinks it's real.

Amy is standing at the edge of the lake.

She's never been to this lake.

This is my lake! This is our lake! This is the spot where I fell in love with Faust.

First.

I loved him first!

He should have been mine all along!

"Amy?" I call out.

She looks at me.

I guess Amy had what people called resting bitch face.

She looked mean. Evil. She looked miserable.

Yet that was part of her beauty and her charm.

Guys flocked to her meanness.

That also included Faust.

He was attracted to Amy.

More than just attracted to her.

He fell for her. He loved her. She loved him.

I watched it from the sidelines, so to say.

There was nothing I could do but just…

"I might jump into this water," Amy says to me. "If I do, I'm not going to swim."

"Amy, we should talk."

"Talk? You want to talk to me now? It's a little late for that."

I shake my head. "You don't understand…"

"Oh, let me guess, you want to make things right? You fucked the man I love. You had his baby. I know everything!"

I shake my head. I don't want to hear this.

Amy can't know these things.

She… she died…

She died before all that happened.

"You're evil, Shelby," she says to me. "I'm almost proud of you. But you fucked my boyfriend before the dirt settled on my grave!"

She opens her mouth, screams and charges at me.

My eyes pop open and I feel like my heart is racing from my hair down to the tips of my toes. I'm frozen for a few seconds. I reach for my phone and see that it's four in the morning. There are a few nonsense social media notifications waiting. I ignore them.

I open my texts. My thumb hovers, debating on texting Faust.

Text him about a nightmare I had?

You know what?

Yeah!

I want to tell him about the nightmare. He's the only one who can understand it.

I can't help myself as I picture him walking over here.

Maybe we sit at the dining room table and have a cup of tea.

He can reassure me that I'm not a terrible person but here I am, I can't change things.

Plus, he's part of it all.

Or…

I shut my eyes and shake my head.

Too late!

My mind throws out that idea.

Now I'm picturing Faust showing up and walking up to me and picking me up. Like he did that time at my old apartment.

He takes me back to bed and he holds me.

Of course I wiggle my butt and my hips, teasing him.

I feel his big cock throb and swell.

Then it becomes exactly what I've been waiting for…

Faust slides his hands into my pajama pants.

He doesn't touch me.

He's tearing them off my body.

Forcing them down…

I kick my feet as gently as I can.

I'm naked from the waist down.

That's when I feel his fingers move to the inside of my legs. Up and up until he's touching me. Stroking my pussy with two fingers. Pressing at my sensitive clit. Sliding down and plunging the tips of his fingers into me.

He takes his fingers right back.

His hand moves away from me.

He then purposely sucks on his fingers loudly. He wants me to know that he's tasting my wetness on his fingers.

Then his hand smacks at my ass and he pushes me against the bed.

Belly down.

He moves on top of me and jumps up to his knees.

His hands grab my thighs and he props me up - my ass high in the air.

My pussy throbbing, soaked.

He opens his jeans and pushes them down.

When his cock springs free it smacks between my legs, right against my pussy.

I jump and groan. I grab for the sheets.

Faust presses his cock against me… he presses more… and more…

I open my eyes and look down.

My phone has been tossed to the floor.

My left hand holds the sheets on the bed.

As far as my right hand goes… it's down the front of my pajama pants.

My pointer and middle fingers rub aggressively against my clit as I'm about to finish.

I shut my eyes once more and think about Faust fucking me.

Big, strong hands holding my thighs and pulling with force as he thrusts with even more force. Taking me. Sending me over the top but knowing not to stop.

The warm, euphoric rush hits me.

My feet plant firmly against the bed.

I start to buck my hips up off the bed.

Heat rushes to my cheeks.

I can't believe I'm coming this hard.

I bite my lip not to make noise but I can't help it.

Those pulsing tingles soaring throughout my body are just…

Fuck!

I plop down to the bed and lean back.

I gasp for a breath and slowly remove my hand from my pajama pants.

I look at my fingertips. Glistening. Soaked. I rub my thumb against my fingers, feeling my own orgasm…

With my heart racing and a mild sense of relief and ahh from coming so hard, I decide to make some coffee and write.

Thinking about Faust, touching myself, reaching orgasm… it might just save my writing career.

Everything happens at once.

I turn my head and see my sleepy son walking across the apartment. Clutching Bongo tight. Rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

Before I can say good morning to him, there's a knock at the door.

I turn in my chair.

There's only one person who can be at the door.

"You can open the door," I say to Oakley. "It's Faust. Also, good morning."

Oakley smiles and hurries to the door.

I swallow hard.

He's excited to see Faust. To see his father.

As soon as Oakley opens the door, Faust looks at me for a split second before looking down at Oakley.

"Good morning, kiddo," Faust says in his deep voice. He crouches down. "How did you sleep?"

"Good."

"That's good. You like the room? Or does it need something?"

"Could use some more toys," Oakley says.

"Hey!" I call out. "Don't say that, Oakley."

"I'm just being honest," Oakley says, looking back at me.

"The kid is just being honest," Faust says. He stands up and messes Oakley's hair. "It only seems right that he has his room the way he wants it."

My nostrils flare.

I can't have Faust spending money like crazy on Oakley to make up for things…

I did this. I made all this happen.

I stand up and close my laptop.

"Didn't mean to bother anyone," Faust says. "Just wanted to check in on breakfast. Anyone eat yet?"

"I'm starving," Oakley calls out.

"I'm getting the feeling that you're always starving," Faust says.

"I am."

"He is," I say.

"Well, I don't want to get into a bad habit here but we should get something delivered. Just today."

"Can we get some cheeseburgers?" Oakley asks.

"Not for breakfast," I say.

"Why not?" Oakley asks.

"Cheeseburgers for breakfast," Faust says.

He starts thinking.

He smiles.

I know right then and there Faust and Oakley are going to eat cheeseburgers for breakfast.

I probably could put my foot down and stop it from happening.

But what does it matter in life?

Faust is here. Oakley is happy.

I've been up for almost five hours, have had too much coffee, did not type nearly enough words, and each time I look at Faust I think about the nightmare I had about Amy. Then I think about my masturbatory performance thanks to my mind thinking about Faust…

Fuck it, I'm going to order a cheeseburger for breakfast too.