Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (30 page)

Duncan is totally different.  Every piece of his body is
solid and bulky—his biceps, chest muscles, six pack, and, oh boy, the bulge in
between his muscular and hairy thighs. 

Seeing his hairy thighs is not magic.  Nothing dirty
happens either.  He wears shorts in the summer.  That’s it.

Every girl who’s fucked by him says his cock is the
biggest and roughest.  Moreover, he can hold on long enough to give a girl at
least two orgasms. 

Think about it… two orgasms in a row.  Can you believe
that?

I didn’t even get the chance to enjoy my first orgasm just
yet.  But based on what Zoe’s told me, and what I’ve seen in those porn videos,
it is absolutely fantastic.

“You can die for it.” Zoe ended her own story with this
simple comment.  “Oh, boy…” She closed her eyes and shook her head. 

“Is it painful?”

“Shush, Sophia.  You know
nothing
,” her stare was
throwing daggers at me.

That triggered a ton of daydreams in my head.

What if that Duncan’s huge body is on mine and his
thick cock is buried deep in my body?

Is he going to kiss me?  I love those juicy lips.  What
if he doesn’t?  Maybe I can kiss him?

“Sophia?  Hello…” Zoe’s voice is so close, yet so far
away.

“Huh?” My mind drifts back to this world.

“Are you daydreaming again?”

“Me? Oh, no.”

“I bet you’re all wet.”

“Shut up, Zoe,” I blush deeply.

“Oh, look, he’s coming!” Zoe holds my hand tight.  Her
carefully painted nails cut deep in my skin.

“Let go.  Jesus, that hurts,” I pull hard.

Finally, I free myself from her death grip, but I have no
time to check my stinging hand.

Rubbing my wounds quickly a few times, I put my hand behind
my back to hide the deep nail cuts.  I change my pose a tiny bit, pretending to
look at the students and teachers walking by.

Zoe leans on the oak tree right beside me. 

“Look, he got a new tattoo,” she whispers.

“Where?”

“I’ll let you know.”

As usual, Duncan thumps by without looking at us at all. 

“Oh, my gosh, see how fast my heart beats,” Zoe holds my
hand and pushes it on her chest.

Unfortunately, with her huge C cups, I can’t feel
anything.

“That’s fast,” I try to be polite.  “Um, you sure he got a
new tattoo?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Where?”

“Here,” she pats her butt.

“What?  Are you serious?”

“Uh-huh.  Why?”

“You saw a tattoo… on his butt?  How?”

“Um…, okay, I didn’t see it.  But some other girls did.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“It’s not.”

“Yes, it
is
.  I know those girls.  They make things
up about him all the time.”

“I’ll prove it, Sophia.”

“How?”

“Yeah… how?” Zoe begins to think hard.  As we both know,
Duncan is so picky about picking up girls because he knows so many girls want
him.

“Oh, yeah, I have a great idea.”

“Really?”

“Sure.  Look, Liz got fucked by him yesterday, right?”

“Right. So?” I roll my eyes. 

“You know why?”

“His cock hardened at the moment?  Or Liz stripped
herself?  I don’t know.  And I don’t fucking care.”

“She broke up with her boyfriend.”

“So?”

“Duncan must have felt sorry for her and tried to comfort
her.  And you know…”

“But this has
nothing
to do with you.”

“I can break up with my boyfriend.  We are going to
different colleges anyway.”

“Ew, you’re so gross, Zoe.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I bet you would break up with your
boyfriend if you had one.”

“Zoe, you’re so bad and gross and…” I try to think of some
strong words.

“Time for the class…” Zoe tosses me a big kiss and runs
away.

Sitting in the classroom, I have a hard time focusing.  My
body is still hot.  My pussy is wet and tingling.  My nipples are hard.  So are
my breasts.

I don’t have big boobs.  They are the B cups at the most. 
But they are perfectly round and stay in good shape without my bra. 

Duncan is my dream-lover, I have to admit.  He is manly
and charming.  But sometimes rude.

Yes,
rude
.  I mean it.

He may push his way through in a busy hallway without
saying ‘excuse me’ and do other things a ‘civilized’ guy or girl wouldn’t do.

Oddly, his rudeness adds more attraction and mystery to
him, making other ‘regular’ boys boring.

I’m so curious to find what’s in his mind.  In fact, I
want to know everything about him.

Unfortunately, the only thing I know is his name.

I bet I will never know more than that. Once this semester
is over, I will go to college and have new friends.  

Maybe I’ll meet someone hotter than Duncan.  Maybe that
guy will like me.

Who knows?  Anything can happen, right?  I will have to be
positive.

I’ve survived for so long because I’m positive. 

To start with, I don’t have a mom.  When I was little, I asked
Daddy why everyone else had a mom but I didn’t.

“She passed away, unfortunately.  Honey, you have many
things other kids don’t have though.”

“Like?”

“Like you get more time to stay with Daddy.”

“But still I want my mommy.”

“I will find a mommy for you, okay?”

I can tell Dad is looking hard.  Once in a while, a new
lady may show up, having dinner or shopping with us.   Then nothing else happens. 

After so many years, I’ve grown used to the life of doing
everything all by myself.  

I can cook, do laundry and cleaning, and basically
everything else in the house. 

It’s a tiny house in this beautiful town near
Indianapolis, Indiana.  

I look through the kitchen window and see a boy riding
tricycle on the street.   His mom is chatting with another lady in the
neighborhood.

I turn off the stove.  The ribs smell good.  I need only a
few more minutes to begin enjoying my dinner.

Making ribs in the oven is great.  It’s so moist and
tender.  Adding one cup of BBQ sauce makes it sweet and spicy.  Try it once,
you will probably never want to grill them again.

Dad is not coming back for dinner.

Again.

But I’m not surprised.  He has a new girlfriend, Nancy. 
I’m amazed that this relationship has lasted over six months. 

I met her a few times recently. 

She was nice talking to me.  And we did have a good time
together.

Honestly, however, I don’t think Dad met the right girl
(again, unfortunately). 

She talks to Dad like a boss.  Dave this-and-that, like my
dad is working for her in the office.

“Dad, why didn’t you say something?  You have to be equal
in a relationship.” I hate the fact that he always says ‘yes’ with a big smile.

“Don’t worry, Sophia.  I’m enjoying it.”

What?  Enjoying being bossed?  I can’t believe it.

Dad is kind of an easy-going guy.  He goes to work in the
morning and comes back home to sip a beer, flipping the TV channels at the same
time.  He is a couch potato but loves sports.

On the other hand, Nancy is a strong, successful business
woman working for a large financial company. 

“She is the director of mortgage.” Dad tells me with a big
smile.

I kind of understand what
mortgage
means but have
no idea about this
director
thing.   A big manager, I guess. 

Anyway, I don’t care a tiny bit.  Knowing too much about
that
director
shit may worry me.  I can tell that she’s the strong kind woman,
telling people what to do in the office.  Now she is doing the same thing in
her relationship with Dad.

Anyway, that’s their business.  I only worry about my ribs
at the moment.  Without Dad at home, I’m going to eat my dinner right at the
stove.  It’s fun and fast.

Then, of course, I’m going to chat with friends online.

My cell rings.  The ‘Happy Dog’ ringtone is so funny.

“Humming Bird, what’s up?” I pick up the phone.

“Nothing.”

“You don’t sound like ‘nothing’,” I know her.

“Okay, I’m jealous.”

“About what?” I pick up a tiny piece of rib and taste it. 
Yummy
.

 “About
you
.”

“Hey, hey, Zoe, that’s not fair. I didn’t do anything.”

“But
he
did.”

“You mean that badass?”  Oh, boy, I’m so excited. 

What did Duncan say about me?  Did he tell people that he
likes me?

That must be it.  Gosh, I know gossips like this spread
like wild fire.   

That’s why Zoe is so jealous, right?  So be it, sorry,
my dear bestie. 

I can’t stop smiling.  My body is heating up.  My pussy is
wetting.  I swear it is.

“Who else?” Zoe’s voice is so soft.

“Okay, what did he say?” I try to keep my voice smooth but
it’s impossible now.

“Nothing.”

“What?  Are you serious, Zoe?  He said nothing about me
and you’re now jealous?  What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  But I know he looked
at some girl and that girl didn’t pay attention.”

Whoa, he looked at me.  Was that real?  How come I didn’t
know?

“When?  In our math class?” Oh, boy, I need to sit down
now.

“At school, you pumpkin head.”

“You mean at the oak tree?”

“Yeah.”

I take a deep breath and think hard.  Odd.  I was
pretending I was not looking at him but, in fact, I peeked at him the whole
time ‘till he went past us.  I didn’t see him looking at me.

“Nope.  I don’t think so.”

“But I saw it.”  Her voice is full of jealousy.

“You saw it wrong,” I’m so sure.

“Okay… let’s put it this way.  He didn’t look at you.  But
he rolled his eyes at you.”

Jesus Christ, this Zoe is making a big deal out of
nothing. 

“Look, maybe he is rolling his stupid eyes at you, okay? 
I don’t fucking care.  I’m hungry.  I need to eat now.”

“Oh, please wait, we need to talk.”

“We can talk later.” I pick up a big piece of rib.

“Promise.”

“Promise,” I bite down hard.

“Ouch!” I spit out the rib and scream.  It’s so freaking
hot.

Dad comes in while I’m doing dishes.

“Dad, how’s everything?” I don’t have to wait for the
answer because I see a big smile already.

“Fantastic,” He gives me a light kiss.

“You guys talked about things?” 

He knows what I mean.  The usual crap anyway, like ‘cut
back on your TV time’, ‘go to gym three times a week at least’, and ‘be
proactive’.

Among all the crap, I find that ‘be proactive’ is the
least boring.  What does that mean anyway?  Be proactive about the work, or
about her?

Anyway, she is acting more like a girlfriend than a boss
recently.  That’s a big improvement, I have to say.

“Sure.  Many things.”

“Want a coffee?” I know our father-daughter conversation
may take a while.

“I’m okay.  Anyway, can you please get up at eight
tomorrow morning?”

“What?” I almost drop the dish on the floor.  “Dad,
tomorrow is Saturday, okay?  You know when I get up.”

“But that’s the only time Nancy can find.  Can you
please?”

“Okay, for you,” I roll my eyes.

Is this her way to impress me?  Jeez, she knows nothing
but work.

“Thank you, Sophia.  I really appreciate it,”  He gives me
one more kiss.  “I’ll make breakfast.”

Soon, he disappears upstairs.

What else can I do?

Maybe I should demand a room service for my breakfast?

I finish my work in the kitchen and take my favorite DVD
upstairs.  I confess it’s a porn video but it’s fun.   

I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling.  It’s not even
eleven yet.  There is no way I can go to sleep this early. 

But I have to because I need to get up at eight.    

I sigh slightly.  I roll to my right side, reaching for
the lamp switch.

The ‘Happy Dog’ melody comes out of my cell. 

Holy crap, it’s Zoe again.    She took my promise for
real. 

She likes gossiping for sure.  That’s why I gave her the
nickname ‘Humming Bird’.  But for now?  No way.  I need to get some good
sleep.  I want to look good tomorrow morning.

With one tiny click, the room turns pitch dark.

Soon, my mind drifts off.  It must be the ribs that do the
magic.

“Hey.”

What?  It’s
him
.  I can tell Duncan’s baritone
miles away.  Is he talking to me?

I turn around and see him right behind me.

“Duncan, are you… talking to me?” I swallow hard.  Gosh,
my heart, please stay in my chest.

“Who the fuck else?”

I look around and don’t see a single soul. 

Yeah, now I remember it’s the early morning on Saturday. 
No one is at the school. 

“Um…, we can talk, I guess.”  My cheeks are burning.

“Shut up.  I know what you want.” Before I can say a
single word, he holds me and kisses me hard.

Gosh, my whole body is paralyzed.  My head stops
functioning.  All I feel are his thick and juicy lips sucking mine, while his
powerful arms push my hardening breasts tightly on his solid chest muscles.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back. 

Soon, his lips roam down my cheek and then my neck. 

My whole body turns horny and steamy.

“Duncan…” I murmur, rubbing my crotch hard on his thick bulge.

“I want to fuck you.”  His baritone echoes in my body.

“Yes, fuck me.” I bury my head into his solid chest.

His big fingers move down, ripping off my pants first, and
then my g-string.

“Oh, please stop.” I raise my head and look at him.

“What the fuck?  You don’t want it?” He pushes my body
away.

“Yes, I… do.  But we’re at school.”

“Okay.” He lifts my body with both arms and carries me to
the big oak tree. 

The tree is so big that the whole area around us is
shady.  He pushes me on the grass and strips off my blouse and bra.

I cover my pert boobs with both hands but drop my hands to
the ground right away.  I don’t want him think I don’t want to be fucked.

He holds his black t-shirt and pulls.  The next second, I
see the big chest muscles so huge.  It’s just unbelievable.

I spread my legs and push my hips.  Oh, boy, I can’t wait
for that thick cock to jump out and fuck in.

“Jeez, Sophia, what are you doing?” Oops, that nosy Zoe is
now looking at me.

I cup my boobs and hold my legs tight.

“Zoe, why the heck are you here?” I murmur, blushing all
over.

“Why are
you
here on a Saturday morning, Sophia?”

“Duncan and I…” I really don’t know what to say.

“Holy fuck, look at you. This is the school property,
okay?”

“Zoe, please, you’re not going to tell anyone, right?” I
beg.

“Unless you share…”

“Share Duncan with you?” What the fuck?  This is going
crazy.

“Yeah, right.  Besties share everything, remember?”

She begins to rip off all her clothes.

“This is fucking too much.  I’m leaving.” Duncan roars.

“Oh, Duncan.” I jump up.  “Please wait.”

“No fucking way.” He pushes me hard.

“Ouch.” My butt hurts.