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Sometimes things feel so real, but they turn out to be just a dream. What about the times when something seems like a dream, but it turns out to be real. Stormy finds herself in a confused position. When the memories come flooding back the picture becomes a little clearer.

Stormy and Steven (c) To Me Y'all", "writing": "The sweet smell of cherry blossoms danced around her, riding on the cool morning breeze that whipped through her bedroom window. Stormy could see that it was daylight outside, by the orange glow through her eyelids, but she didn't open her eyes. She didn't want to open her eyes until the very last moment, when her alarm buzzed, telling her it was time to get up.\n\tEverything around her just felt too good to leave. She shifted her legs against the sheets, feeling them petting the fur on her legs. She just wanted to move her legs in a bicycle pattern so fast that they might catch on fire, or until it was a raging inferno under the covers. Something muscular and firm pressed against her naked backside, she froze.\n\tCautiously, she reached back and ran her fingers slowly along the soft velvety fur of a thigh that was pressed to her. A low moan sounded out, the warm breath rustling her hair. The sensation sending a flutter down her back. A strong arm wrapped around her waist pulling her close. When she looked down, she saw a familiar black and white striped pattern. Everything came rushing back to her.\n\tAfter she blew Steven in the bathroom, he knelt down with her. They'd kissed and held each other for so long. How long? It was impossible to say. After that they had showered together. Steven had washed her, cleaning her. It had been an extremely romantic gesture, she had always thought so. It may even been one of her kinks. Because just remembering it caused a warm feeling in her gut. What had happened after that? It was a blur to her. This new sexual energy she had often times left her head spinning.\n\tWhen she shifted her body on the bed, that's when she felt a pang of pain rolling through her. She'd not felt it in a long time. Her hips were hurting, as if she'd been stretched inside. When had she felt this before? Stormy's eyes opened wide as he heart started pounding in her chest. She remembered everything now. The confidence that she had instilled in Steven was a force of reckoning. Stormy had created a monster in a sense. A beautiful and sexual monster.\n\tThe images were flashing through her head, but they were no longer her memories. They were scenes that played out like a movie. She and Steven had been the stars in this movie. Steven had kissed her neck, softly at first and then more rough. Had she told him to be that way? Stormy pressed her hands against the shower wall for stability. Her moans and gasps echoing against the water that was cooling from the hot water reserves being used up. His hands were coarse and waterlogged. They gripped along her ribs, sliding around. Exploring her body, cradling her breasts, squeezing them. Tweaking and rolling her nipples.\n\tThat was when he forced himself into her. No, he didn't force himself in. Stormy had reached between her legs positioning him. She'd been so wet and ready for him, it took so little effort. The sound of his whimpering moan echoed through the room and then into her head. The wanting sound would stay there for the rest of her life, she imagined. His fingers gripped and pulled on her hips. Each thrust hurting, but feeling good at the same time. How long has it been since I've had sex with anyone? She questioned. Three months for sure, but it was more. It had been at least a year or more since the last time she and Dutch had done it. That would explain the aches and pains inside of her now.\n\tA wave of nervousness had washed through her as she searched her memory. Had he cum in her? She couldn't remember. Surely she would have told him not to. A sharp breath hit her lungs. She didn't tell him to pull out. His whimpering words, warning her that he was going to cum. She said nothing, just pushed back against him. How could I be so stupid? The first time she had sex with anyone since the divorce and all her inhibitions washed down the drain.\n\tThen there was a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Did you sleep well?” His warm voice washed through the fur on her back.\n\tAll of her worries were gone just like that, all of her self-condemnation was swallowed down. “Yes I did.” Her voice came out as a wisp of relaxation, and comfort.\n\t“I'm glad.” Steven whispered against her back, his fingers rubbing along her stomach pouch.\n\tIt tickled to have him pet her belly roll, it made her feel good that it didn't repulse him. “Did you sleep well?” She asked, her fingers petting his forearm.\n\tSteven chuckled softly and shifted against her, his erection pressing firmly against the back of her legs. “I'd say so. I had dreams about you all night.”\n\tStormy gasped more at his words than at his boner. “You're so sweet.” A burning blush moved through her, making her feel too warm under the blankets.\n\t“Not as sweet as you.” Steven shifted away from her, sitting up against the headboard.\n\tStormy got up from the bed. The cool air blowing across her naked body. This time it had been accompanied by a playful wolf whistle. Stormy looked back over her shoulder at Steven, who was wearing that charismatic smile. It was the same smile that caused last night's commotion, she thought. The thought was enough to force her schoolgirl giggle free, at least it felt appropriate this time. \n\tStormy pulled a cigarette out of the pack and tucked it between her lips, looking at Steven from the corner of her eyes. She'd expected to see a judgmental look, but had been wrong. That beautiful smile remained on his face as he checked out her body. It had made her blush, that he'd still be interested in it, after he essentially 'wrecked' it the night before. Stormy grabbed the matches. Taking her time, giving him a chance to protest, but he didn't.\n\t“Do you want me to smoke this in the other room.” She asked finally, when she realized that he might be too polite to interject.\n\t“No. You can smoke it right here. I want you close to me. It's bad enough that I have to leave for class. I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” Steven's voice was low and pleasant to her ears, as if it was meant to be heard in the sound sensitive hours of the morning.\n\tStormy lit her cigarette and paced back to the bed, wiggling her aching hips showing off for him. “So, I take it that last night wasn't too terrible.” Her tone was full of jest, but inside she was serious, desperate to know whether or not he really enjoyed it.\n\t“It was fantastic. I don't really have anything to compare it too, but it was wonderful.” Steven's blush showed through the white strips on his face.\n\tStormy took a long drag off her cigarette, while she processed what he said. “Wait? Are you saying...” Her voice came out more appalled than stunned, thankfully he interjected before she could finish her vocalizing the thought.\n\t“Yeah, you're my first.” His blush grew brighter, his face angled downward like he was ashamed of that fact.\n\tStormy's heart swelled in her chest at the thought that she was this young man's first. That she had taken his virginity. It was such a precious gift, and he'd given it to her. As the words kept pushing through her head, a gnawing guilt was opening inside of her again. How could I do this to him? He deserved someone closer to his own age. Someone new, confused, and clumsily trying to discover what they liked as much as what their would lover liked. What a terribly selfish thing to do, cried the voice.\n\t“Are you alright, Stormy? I didn't freak you out by telling you that, did I? Steven leaned close, his lips touching her shoulder.\n\tStormy looked at his boyish face and nodded. “Yeah, I'm alright. I was just reflecting on last night. It was incredible.” She reached over and stroked his shoulder.\n\t“You mean it?” Steven asked, a glimmer shifting through his eyes.\n\t“Yeah.” Stormy placed a gentle peck on his cheek.\n\tSteven caressed the side of her breast slowly, stopping before he got to the tender parts. “Good, cause I'd like to do it again.”\n\tStormy took his hand in hers, running her fingers slowly along the soft fur there. Steven's eyes following the path that her fingers were following. She could see that he was starting to shudder again, just as he had done the night before. Stormy knew that what she was doing was wrong. But the guilt that welled inside of her was starting to dwindle in strength against the desire that was replacing it.\t\n\tShe pulled the cigarette from her mouth and leaned in close. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. His tongue moving clumsily along her lips, moistening them. She responded by parting her's slightly, suckling at the tip of his tongue.\n\tSteven moved closer to her, wanting to feel her warm body against his. Her trembling had increased so much that it was vibrating the whole bed now. She'd become a drug to him. One that he craved, one that he couldn't live without. If he couldn't have her, he'd go through withdrawls.\n\tHer hand groped through the sheets that lay over his already throbbing length. The heat from it was burning her inhibitions away once again. Stormy no longer felt guilt, all she had now was want. She wanted to be his desire. It meant something to her, something that she couldn't understand, but it felt good.\n\tStormy pulled away from the kiss and pushed him back onto the pillows. When he tried to rise up, she pushed him back down again. She pulled the covers and sheets away, smiling at the heavy cock that lay against his belly. It was ready and so was she. Steven watched through lidded eyes as she took his tip into her mouth, soaking it with her saliva.\n\tWhen she was done, she tucked her cigarette between her lips and climbed atop of him. Her hips whined and moaned in protest, but she ignored them. Her slick folds enveloped him as she slid down. A gasp left Steven's lips as he rolled his head back.\n\t“Already so close,” she asked, the cigarette muffled her voice.\n\tUp she rose, then slowly back down, taking him in deeper as she went. He was too long to be all the way inside of her, but her legs were too sore to support her weight. A pain in her pelvis said that he was too deep, but she refused to stop. Her knuckles were turning white from how hard she was gripping the headboard, her pace was slow and disoriented. Each time she went down, she wasn't sure if she could rise again, but she wasn't sure if she wanted too either.\n\tStormy was in total control again, even his hands were just resting limply against her hips. With the last shreds of thought in her head, she turned an spit her cigarette out onto the floor. Stormy could use Steven to touch her exactly how she wanted him too. Make sure he hit just the right spots. The pain was gone now, it had been replaced by waves of pleasure. There it was! He had managed to tickle her just the way she needed. She gasped and cried out, pushing her face to his. Steven wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. His hips bucking hard, ravishing her.\n\tHad he finished? She thought. Did it matter? Stormy didn't care. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cum during sex. Most of the time, she would just finish herself off to speed things along. It didn't matter now though, she had Steven to help her whenever she needed it. His lips slid along hers slowly, his fingers petting down her back. Their bodies were covered in sweat. They kissed and canoodled for a moment longer, before she climbed off of him, flexing to keep whatever juices from running all over his sheets.\n\tWhen she stepped down on the floor, she put her cigarette out. It had charred the wood slightly, but again she found herself not caring. Her body hurt. There was a pain deep inside of her that made it hard to flex her muscles. Made it hard to walk to the bathroom. But she managed, using the walls as support. She shot a glance at Steven, who was watching her affectionately. She beckoned him to follow and left the room.\n\tThe toilet seat was cold against her sweat soaked backside. It sent a shiver down her back, but she ignored it. When she relaxed her muscles, she could feel his cum dripping out of her. There was a substantial amount too, it was joined by the sound of her forcefully peeing. Trying to eject as much of his cum as she could. She shook her head slowly in disappointment at her unwillingness to be more careful. Steven walked into the room. He bend down and kissed the top of her head, before starting the water running in the shower.\n\t“I have to go to class soon, but I really don't want to. I want to just stay will you all day.” He sighed softly, it echoed all around her. “If I had a choice I would want to do this for the rest of my life.” \n\tA sharp pain struck Stormy's heart at the words he spoke. She maintained her facial control, not wanting him to see her grimace. Instead she wiped and got up from the toilet, flushing it behind her. Steven wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closely. Not only was the guilt back, but it was sinking in deeper, threatening to consume her.\n\t“You're so sweet, Steven.” Was all she could respond to his dedication of loyalty. “Would you mind if I joined you in the shower.” There was a forced coy look on her face. “I gotta get cleaned up.”\n\t“Yeah, sure.” Steven checked the water, and found it was still cold.\n\tStormy didn't want to make small talk, nor did she want to stand awkwardly in his arms in the cold bathroom. Instead she pulled away and starting brushing her teeth. Steven watched her, his demeanor was that of a dog watching his master. Or a love sick puppy. The voice called into the back of her mind. The thought only made her want to throw up from guilt. A wave of relief washed over her, when he finally stepped into the shower and she couldn't see him anymore.\n\tStormy was going to need more than just a shower to get clean at this point. “I'm going to the store later. can I get you anything?” She asked, shocked that the words had even left her lips.\n\t“Just a few sports drinks. It'll be good to stay hydrated while I'm here.” His voice sounded muffled behind his hands.\n\tAt first the words sunk into her brain as a chastising triumph for his male ego. Stormy was jealous of it. That was the confidence she had instilled in him. He was not to turn it around on her. Just then she caught a glimpse of her reflection. The person who stared back was a stranger she'd never seen before. That was when she realized, he was talking about keeping hydrated while helping her on the house. Between the guilt and sex fiend growing inside of her, they were threatening to tear her apart.\n\t“Okay, well, if you need anything else, I can always run out an get it later.” Stormy walked over to the shower and stepped in behind him.\n\tSteven was polite and kept his hands to himself while they washed. He knew that this wasn't that kind of shower. The look on Stormy's face had told him so. They talked some, but it had been nothing important. Mostly Stormy had talked about the house and what they were going to be working on next. Finishing the downstairs bathroom. Steven reiterated that it would be nice for her to have two bathrooms, so she wouldn't have to run up and down the stairs. Already sounding like a married couple, the voice in her mind teased.\n\tWhen Steven was done in the shower, he got out to dry off. Stormy leaned against the wall rubbing her face. The real reason she was going to the store, was so she could get some preventatives. Condoms and a diaphragm were at the top of the list. Her mind wondering whether or not she should get a pregnancy test. Thinking about this can wait, she thought as she gave herself a quick scrub up.\n\tAfter she rinsed off and got out, she noticed that Steven wasn't in the bathroom anymore. It was nice to have a second alone, maybe it would help alleviate the guilt. Or maybe she could just sit down and really force herself to think clearly. She didn't, though.\n\tWhile she was drying off, she saw the clothes Steven had worn the night before, laying in a pile on the floor. They already held so much nostalgia for her that if she saw them in a store, she would only be able to think of Steven. A smile pushed to her lips, a pure smile that pushed through the guilt. Steven was wonderful, plain and simple.\n\tStormy walked back into the bedroom, gathering her clothes from around the dirty room. She pulled a fresh pair of panties on. They were of a sexier nature, she had bought them the day before, when she got all her new clothes. The bra was also new, a push up bra that guaranteed extra lift for older women. It frustrated Stormy that it had to be labeled like that, but she couldn't deny that they worked wonders for her physique. She pulled on a pair of tight relax-fit jeans that hugged her hips and butt. Finishing the relaxing ensemble with a pink sleeveless shirt. If I have to be a mama, why not a hot mama. Her inner voice jested. A smile played across her lips.\n\tWhen she went down stairs, Steven was waiting for her in the entry hall. He was wearing the same outfit he'd come over in. Camouflage shorts, that were far too baggy for him. A baseball shirt, complete with the three quarter sleeves. She had always found them attractive. His backpack draped over his shoulders. Stormy smiled at his handsome face, but when she looked at the whole package, it washed away the smile. He looked like she was sending him on his way to high school.\n\tSteven reached over and grabbed a cup from the counter, holding it out to her. “I made some coffee for you.” That beautiful smile eased her worries.\n\tStormy smiled, taking the cup from him. “I don't know what I would do without you.” Were the words that left her lips, but it felt like someone else was saying them.\n\t“I hope you don't ever have to find out.” Steven whispered playfully, giving her a peck on the lips, before heading out the door. “I'll see you later.”\n\t“See you sweetheart,” she called to him, taking a sip of her coffee, it was good, he had managed to make it just the way she liked it.\n\tStormy watched through the dirty screen door, as he got onto his bike and pedaled away. Now that he was gone and she was alone, all of her thoughts came crashing in on her. There had to be something she could do to fix this. Stormy was trying to work out what she was going to do. When she finished she set her cup of coffee, she put it down on the counter. That was when she saw it. The pamphlet that she'd gotten from church. Across the front of it in an action font, it stated. “Seeking Guidance? Let Us Help!” That was the thing she needed most right now, before it was too late.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sweet smell of cherry blossoms danced around her, riding on the cool morning breeze that whipped through her bedroom window. Stormy could see that it was daylight outside, by the orange glow through her eyelids, but she didn't open her eyes. She didn't want to open her eyes until the very last moment, when her alarm buzzed, telling her it was time to get up.
\tEverything around her just felt too good to leave. She shifted her legs against the sheets, feeling them petting the fur on her legs. She just wanted to move her legs in a bicycle pattern so fast that they might catch on fire, or until it was a raging inferno under the covers. Something muscular and firm pressed against her naked backside, she froze.
\tCautiously, she reached back and ran her fingers slowly along the soft velvety fur of a thigh that was pressed to her. A low moan sounded out, the warm breath rustling her hair. The sensation sending a flutter down her back. A strong arm wrapped around her waist pulling her close. When she looked down, she saw a familiar black and white striped pattern. Everything came rushing back to her.
\tAfter she blew Steven in the bathroom, he knelt down with her. They'd kissed and held each other for so long. How long? It was impossible to say. After that they had showered together. Steven had washed her, cleaning her. It had been an extremely romantic gesture, she had always thought so. It may even been one of her kinks. Because just remembering it caused a warm feeling in her gut. What had happened after that? It was a blur to her. This new sexual energy she had often times left her head spinning.
\tWhen she shifted her body on the bed, that's when she felt a pang of pain rolling through her. She'd not felt it in a long time. Her hips were hurting, as if she'd been stretched inside. When had she felt this before? Stormy's eyes opened wide as he heart started pounding in her chest. She remembered everything now. The confidence that she had instilled in Steven was a force of reckoning. Stormy had created a monster in a sense. A beautiful and sexual monster.
\tThe images were flashing through her head, but they were no longer her memories. They were scenes that played out like a movie. She and Steven had been the stars in this movie. Steven had kissed her neck, softly at first and then more rough. Had she told him to be that way? Stormy pressed her hands against the shower wall for stability. Her moans and gasps echoing against the water that was cooling from the hot water reserves being used up. His hands were coarse and waterlogged. They  gripped along her ribs, sliding around. Exploring her body, cradling her breasts, squeezing them. Tweaking and rolling her nipples.
\tThat was when he forced himself into her. No, he didn't force himself in. Stormy had reached between her legs positioning him. She'd been so wet and ready for him, it took so little effort. The sound of his whimpering moan echoed through the room and then into her head. The wanting sound would stay there for the rest of her life, she imagined. His fingers gripped and pulled on her hips. Each thrust hurting, but feeling good at the same time. How long has it been since I've had sex with anyone? She questioned. Three months for sure, but it was more. It had been at least a year or more since the last time she and Dutch had done it. That would explain the aches and pains inside of her now.
\tA wave of nervousness had washed through her as she searched her memory. Had he cum in her? She couldn't remember. Surely she would have told him not to. A sharp breath hit her lungs. She didn't tell him to pull out. His whimpering words, warning her that he was going to cum. She said nothing, just pushed back against him. How could I be so stupid? The first time she had sex with anyone since the divorce and all her inhibitions washed down the drain.
\tThen there was a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Did you sleep well?” His warm voice washed through the fur on her back.
\tAll of her worries were gone just like that, all of her self-condemnation was swallowed down. “Yes I did.” Her voice came out as a wisp of relaxation, and comfort.
\t“I'm glad.” Steven whispered against her back, his fingers rubbing along her stomach pouch.
\tIt tickled to have him pet her belly roll, it made her feel good that it didn't repulse him. “Did you sleep well?” She asked, her fingers petting his forearm.
\tSteven chuckled softly and shifted against her, his erection pressing firmly against the back of her legs. “I'd say so. I had dreams about you all night.”
\tStormy gasped more at his words than at his boner. “You're so sweet.” A burning blush moved through her, making her feel too warm under the blankets.
\t“Not as sweet as you.” Steven shifted away from her, sitting up against the headboard.
\tStormy got up from the bed. The cool air blowing across her naked body. This time it had been accompanied by a playful wolf whistle. Stormy looked back over her shoulder at Steven, who was wearing that charismatic smile. It was the same smile that caused last night's commotion, she thought. The thought was enough to force her schoolgirl giggle free, at least it felt appropriate this time.
\tStormy pulled a cigarette out of the pack and tucked it between her lips, looking at Steven from the corner of her eyes. She'd expected to see a judgmental look, but had been wrong. That beautiful smile remained on his face as he checked out her body. It had made her blush, that he'd still be interested in it, after he essentially 'wrecked' it the night before. Stormy grabbed the matches. Taking her time, giving him a chance to protest, but he didn't.
\t“Do you want me to smoke this in the other room.” She asked finally, when she realized that he might be too polite to interject.
\t“No. You can smoke it right here. I want you close to me. It's bad enough that I have to leave for class. I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” Steven's voice was low and pleasant to her ears, as if it was meant to be heard in the sound sensitive hours of the morning.
\tStormy lit her cigarette and paced back to the bed, wiggling her aching hips showing off for him. “So, I take it that last night wasn't too terrible.” Her tone was full of jest, but inside she was serious, desperate to know whether or not he really enjoyed it.
\t“It was fantastic. I don't really have anything to compare it too, but it was wonderful.” Steven's blush showed through the white strips on his face.
\tStormy took a long drag off her cigarette, while she processed what he said. “Wait? Are you saying...” Her voice came out more appalled than stunned, thankfully he interjected before she could finish her vocalizing the thought.
\t“Yeah, you're my first.” His blush grew brighter, his face angled downward like he was ashamed of that fact.
\tStormy's heart swelled in her chest at the thought that she was this young man's first. That she had taken his virginity. It was such a precious gift, and he'd given it to her. As the words kept pushing through her head, a gnawing guilt was opening inside of her again. How could I do this to him? He deserved someone closer to his own age. Someone new, confused, and clumsily trying to discover what they liked as much as what their would lover liked. What a terribly selfish thing to do, cried the voice.
\t“Are you alright, Stormy? I didn't freak you out by telling you that, did I? Steven leaned close, his lips touching her shoulder.
\tStormy looked at his boyish face and nodded. “Yeah, I'm alright. I was just reflecting on last night. It was incredible.” She reached over and stroked his shoulder.
\t“You mean it?” Steven asked, a glimmer shifting through his eyes.
\t“Yeah.” Stormy placed a gentle peck on his cheek.
\tSteven caressed the side of her breast slowly, stopping before he got to the tender parts. “Good, cause I'd like to do it again.”
\tStormy took his hand in hers, running her fingers slowly along the soft fur there. Steven's eyes following the path that her fingers were following. She could see that he was starting to shudder again, just as he had done the night before. Stormy knew that what she was doing was wrong. But the guilt that welled inside of her was starting to dwindle in strength against the desire that was replacing it.\t
\tShe pulled the cigarette from her mouth and leaned in close. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. His tongue moving clumsily along her lips, moistening them. She responded by parting her's slightly, suckling at the tip of his tongue.
\tSteven moved closer to her, wanting to feel her warm body against his. Her trembling had increased so much that it was vibrating the whole bed now. She'd become a drug to him. One that he craved, one that he couldn't live without. If he couldn't have her, he'd go through withdrawls.
\tHer hand groped through the sheets that lay over his already throbbing length. The heat from it was burning her inhibitions away once again. Stormy no longer felt guilt, all she had now was want. She wanted to be his desire. It meant something to her, something that she couldn't understand, but it felt good.
\tStormy pulled away from the kiss and pushed him back onto the pillows. When he tried to rise up, she pushed him back down again. She pulled the covers and sheets away, smiling at the heavy cock that lay against his belly. It was ready and so was she. Steven watched through lidded eyes as she took his tip into her mouth, soaking it with her saliva.
\tWhen she was done, she tucked her cigarette between her lips and climbed atop of him. Her hips whined and moaned in protest, but she ignored them. Her slick folds enveloped him as she slid down. A gasp left Steven's lips as he rolled his head back.
\t“Already so close,” she asked, the cigarette muffled her voice.
\tUp she rose, then slowly back down, taking him in deeper as she went. He was too long to be all the way inside of her, but her legs were too sore to support her weight. A pain in her pelvis said that he was too deep, but she refused to stop. Her knuckles were turning white from how hard she was gripping the headboard, her pace was slow and disoriented. Each time she went down, she wasn't sure if she could rise again, but she wasn't sure if she wanted too either.
\tStormy was in total control again, even his hands were just resting limply against her hips. With the last shreds of thought in her head, she turned an spit her cigarette out onto the floor. Stormy could use Steven to touch her exactly how she wanted him too. Make sure he hit just the right spots. The pain was gone now, it had been replaced by waves of pleasure. There it was! He had managed to tickle her just the way she needed. She gasped and cried out, pushing her face to his. Steven wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. His hips bucking hard, ravishing her.
\tHad he finished? She thought. Did it matter? Stormy didn't care. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cum during sex. Most of the time, she would just finish herself off to speed things along. It didn't matter now though, she had Steven to help her whenever she needed it. His lips slid along hers slowly, his fingers petting down her back. Their bodies were covered in sweat. They kissed and canoodled for a moment longer, before she climbed off of him, flexing to keep whatever juices from running all over his sheets.
\tWhen she stepped down on the floor, she put her cigarette out. It had charred the wood slightly, but again she found herself not caring. Her body hurt. There was a pain deep inside of her that made it hard to flex her muscles. Made it hard to walk to the bathroom. But she managed, using the walls as support. She shot a glance at Steven, who was watching her affectionately. She beckoned him to follow and left the room.
\tThe toilet seat was cold against her sweat soaked backside. It sent a shiver down her back, but she ignored it. When she relaxed her muscles, she could feel his cum dripping out of her. There was a substantial amount too, it was joined by the sound of her forcefully peeing. Trying to eject as much of his cum as she could. She shook her head slowly in disappointment at her unwillingness to be more careful. Steven walked into the room. He bend down and kissed the top of her head, before starting the water running in the shower.
\t“I have to go to class soon, but I really don't want to. I want to just stay will you all day.” He sighed softly, it echoed all around her. “If I had a choice I would want to do this for the rest of my life.”
\tA sharp pain struck Stormy's heart at the words he spoke. She maintained her facial control, not wanting him to see her grimace. Instead she wiped and got up from the toilet, flushing it behind her. Steven wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closely. Not only was the guilt back, but it was sinking in deeper, threatening to consume her.
\t“You're so sweet, Steven.” Was all she could respond to his dedication of loyalty. “Would you mind if I joined you in the shower.” There was a forced coy look on her face. “I gotta get cleaned up.”
\t“Yeah, sure.” Steven checked the water, and found it was still cold.
\tStormy didn't want to make small talk, nor did she want to stand awkwardly in his arms in the cold bathroom. Instead she pulled away and starting brushing her teeth. Steven watched her, his demeanor was that of a dog watching his master. Or a love sick puppy. The voice called into the back of her mind. The thought only made her want to throw up from guilt. A wave of relief washed over her, when he finally stepped into the shower and she couldn't see him anymore.
\tStormy was going to need more than just a shower to get clean at this point. “I'm going to the store later. can I get you anything?” She asked, shocked that the words had even left her lips.
\t“Just a few sports drinks. It'll be good to stay hydrated while I'm here.” His voice sounded muffled behind his hands.
\tAt first the words sunk into her brain as a chastising triumph for his male ego. Stormy was jealous of it. That was the confidence she had instilled in him. He was not to turn it around on her. Just then she caught a glimpse of her reflection. The person who stared back was a stranger she'd never seen before. That was when she realized, he was talking about keeping hydrated while helping her on the house. Between the guilt and sex fiend growing inside of her, they were threatening to tear her apart.
\t“Okay, well, if you need anything else, I can always run out an get it later.” Stormy walked over to the shower and stepped in behind him.
\tSteven was polite and kept his hands to himself while they washed. He knew that this wasn't that kind of shower. The look on Stormy's face had told him so. They talked some, but it had been nothing important. Mostly Stormy had talked about the house and what they were going to be working on next. Finishing the downstairs bathroom. Steven reiterated that it would be nice for her to have two bathrooms, so she wouldn't have to run up and down the stairs. Already sounding like a married couple, the voice in her mind teased.
\tWhen Steven was done in the shower, he got out to dry off. Stormy leaned against the wall rubbing her face. The real reason she was going to the store, was so she could get some preventatives. Condoms and a diaphragm were at the top of the list. Her mind wondering whether or not she should get a pregnancy test. Thinking about this can wait, she thought as she gave herself a quick scrub up.
\tAfter she rinsed off and got out, she noticed that Steven wasn't in the bathroom anymore. It was nice to have a second alone, maybe it would help alleviate the guilt. Or maybe she could just sit down and really force herself to think clearly. She didn't, though.
\tWhile she was drying off, she saw the clothes Steven had worn the night before, laying in a pile on the floor. They already held so much nostalgia for her that if she saw them in a store, she would only be able to think of Steven. A smile pushed to her lips, a pure smile that pushed through the guilt. Steven was wonderful, plain and simple.
\tStormy walked back into the bedroom, gathering her clothes from around the dirty room. She pulled a fresh pair of panties on. They were of a sexier nature, she had bought them the day before, when she got all her new clothes. The bra was also new, a push up bra that guaranteed extra lift for older women. It frustrated Stormy that it had to be labeled like that, but she couldn't deny that they worked wonders for her physique. She pulled on a pair of tight relax-fit jeans that hugged her hips and butt. Finishing the relaxing ensemble with a pink sleeveless shirt. If I have to be a mama, why not a hot mama. Her inner voice jested. A smile played across her lips.
\tWhen she went down stairs, Steven was waiting for her in the entry hall. He was wearing the same outfit he'd come over in. Camouflage shorts, that were far too baggy for him. A baseball shirt, complete with the three quarter sleeves. She had always found them attractive. His backpack draped over his shoulders. Stormy smiled at his handsome face, but when she looked at the whole package, it washed away the smile. He looked like she was sending him on his way to high school.
\tSteven reached over and grabbed a cup from the counter, holding it out to her. “I made some coffee for you.” That beautiful smile eased her worries.
\tStormy smiled, taking the cup from him. “I don't know what I would do without you.” Were the words that left her lips, but it felt like someone else was saying them.
\t“I hope you don't ever have to find out.” Steven whispered playfully, giving her a peck on the lips, before heading out the door. “I'll see you later.”
\t“See you sweetheart,” she called to him, taking a sip of her coffee, it was good, he had managed to make it just the way she liked it.
\tStormy watched through the dirty screen door, as he got onto his bike and pedaled away. Now that he was gone and she was alone, all of her thoughts came crashing in on her. There had to be something she could do to fix this. Stormy was trying to work out what she was going to do. When she finished she set her cup of coffee, she put it down on the counter. That was when she saw it. The pamphlet that she'd gotten from church. Across the front of it in an action font, it stated. “Seeking Guidance? Let Us Help!” That was the thing she needed most right now, before it was too late.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Storm Front Coming: Chapter Eight", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "3", "views": "47" }