CJ & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 30
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
She blushed. “Nothing, we just had a few drinks a couple of times.”
I smiled at her, and she blushed even more. “I know my Macca, and a few drinks normally lead on to either her place or yours, so where did you end up?”
“None of your business Miss Reynolds.” And with that, she glanced over her shoulder, smiled at me, and left the ward.
Rachel and I had an understanding if I asked for the curtains to be closed around my bed, then the 20 minutes of visiting time would be extended. If not then 20 minutes was the maximum allowed.
Paul came in first, the curtains were not drawn around my bed.
He came in all smiles, different from how I remembered him. Still, a handsome boy come man. He brought flowers and was unsure what to do with them. He put them on the table at the foot of my bed. Came up to me, and tried to hug me but got all tangled. And kissed my cheek.
I looked up at him and I could see the horror reflected in his eyes. Was I that bad? Yes, I said to myself, I must look horrid.
“Be honest, Paul, how do I look?”
“Fucking awful?” He sat close to me, sitting on the bed, and held my hand. “Alan told me everything, I mean everything.” He said with a sad voice.
“Oh, oh did he. And what did Alan tell you?” I asked.
“Long story short, how you went out with Macca to a party, and came home late, got into a fight with your mum hit your head when you fell over and ended up in here.”
I smiled, “Is that the official story? A little sanitized, but basically the truth.” I answered.
What was I to do?
Tell him the whole truth, break his heart? I lay there looking at him. Holding his hand. I was going to tell him the real truth, about me, about Macca, about Margaret about my MOTHER, everything.
I closed my eyes and was about to start when I heard a noise another voice. I closed my eyes firmly now, trying to think who it was. Nothing came to me. I just couldn’t remember. I looked around the room and no one was there. A shadow disappeared down the corridor. A lot of voices, arguing, shouting, screaming, fighting. I felt it, I was being pulled one way then the other. My Mother was on one arm screaming, shouting, fighting. On the other, there were many, Lee & Peta, Macca, Rachel, The Matron and Margaret. The blonde-haired woman, laying in the hammock with Lee, the girl who slapped Margaret all pulling as hard as they could? Telling me not to let go.