Chapter 14

I woke with my body aching. I suppose half of it was stress. I had been dreaming of Stella again, of those first timid moments in her pool house when our lips had met. What do you do when you're caught between the girl of your fantasy and the girl of your dreams?

My fantasy girl was still fast asleep, her flawless profile serene and almost innocent. I smiled, squeezing her a little. Stella was my past, maybe Pepper was my future. At least, as she promised, she was still here in the morning. She squeezed on eye tight and blinked it open before rolling on to her back. My arm was still trapped under her.

'Good morning, ' she said warily.

'Hey, Pepper. How did you sleep?'

She frowned, not quite sure how to make small talk, I think.

I came to my own rescue. 'Probably like a log after I rocked your world.'

She smiled, 'You are such a dork. But fine, aren't you going to charm me and make me breakfast?'

'Aren't you going to charm me and give me a wristie so I don't have to burn my knob on the fry pan?'

'I can go you one better.' She slid lower, her hand trailing on my belly she planted a wet kiss on my groin, just where the base of my cock started. She moved her lips around the side, working all the way up to the tip. 'Fried, sunny side?' she purred, opening her hot mouth to let my throbbing man pole touch her tongue.

Pepper had noticed I was not paying that much attention so she had deep throated me all the way to the base. 'Bacon, lettuce and tomato as well?' I gasped.

She nodded her head, which had the rather enjoyable sensation of forcing my dick even deeper into her wet throat. Breathing calmly through her nose she lifted back off me, I could see her drool running down my shaft as she sucked just the head into her mouth and massaged it with her lips. I moaned, my hips lifting involuntarily off the sheets.

Pepper knew I was getting close, so she dropped her head down again and constricted her throat around me before pulling off and sucking heavily on the head.

'Shhhhiiiiiiii... ' I gasped as I blasted cum right down into her stomach. She swallowed every drop without missing a beat and licked her lips. 'That was amazing.' I lay back, trying to get my breath back.

'I know.' She patted my stomach. 'You know the worst thing?'

'What's that?'

'I wasn't even hungry, ' she grinned.

'Guess I better return the favour then, eh?' I kissed the hollow of her throat, down to her breasts and up again to her mouth. I had been planning to go down on her, but for some reason I had a serious boner again. I supposed it would be a shame to let it go to waste, right?

We ended up fucking for so long we were late for class, so Pepper drove me in and made up the difference. She gave me a kiss in the car and hurried off. A gaggle of hot girls whom I had never met before clamoured to greet her. She greeted them with a weary disdain, and did her best to smile as they prattled on about shopping and pop music and whatever else it is shallow girls talk about. I had never known how they spent so much time together with nothing meaningful to say. It must have driven Pepper mad.

I met up with Ryan on the way to biology and told him he should start calling his dick an axe wielding barbarian. He seemed to like that, and went and told Leila that she would be slain by it if she wasn't careful. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly, bounding along with her massive boobies jiggling.

I spent most of the day thinking about Pepper. I was convinced that when I saw her again she would act like nothing happened or make fun of me. She had been a little weird this morning, but as soon as we were intimate it had gone away.

Me being me, I started thinking about this. Maybe that was all we knew how to do. Was it just a physical thing where it was awkward trying to have a conversation, so we just made up for it by slamming the bags?

I lost most of the lecture, and got busted when the teacher asked me a question and I just stared at him blankly for about half a minute.

'Mr Michel, ' he tutted. 'Normally even when you are staring off in to space you have the answer.'

'Sorry, Jim, guess there's a lot on my mind, ' I grinned.

'Well, if you can take time from your busy schedule of day dreaming about bosoms then please tell me what classifies a pelagic.'

'Ahh, well, isn't it fish that don't dwell on the bottom?'

'Very good, the pelagic water column is made up of... ' aaaannnnddd gone again. Well at least I got a little bit of learning time in before Pepper's ever distracting mismatched eyes filled my head again.

When my day was done I wandered out to the car park. The Trans Am was gone.

'Well that's just dandy, ' I muttered. For someone who was supposed to have a near eidetic memory, she couldn't even remember that she dropped me off?

Of course no day would be complete without fate coming knocking slap me in the left testicle, because what car should drive past but a nice black, shiny BMW.

'Of course, ' I sighed.

Stella slowed down and rolled down her window, she was wearing a pair of big sunglasses and her hair was loose. 'Hi, Hunter. Are you all right?'

'Never, ' I smiled. 'Feel like giving your ex a lift home?'

'Of course.' She pulled her jacket off the passenger seat and leant over to open the door.

I got into the familiar passenger seat and turned to her. 'So about last night... '

'Don't mention it.' She squeezed my knee. 'It was totally my fault for putting you on the spot like that. I know I totally flipped out on you, and for that I truly am sorry. I just wanted you to know it was real, what we had.'

I put my hand over hers, feeling the lines of her knuckle down to the edge of her finger before pulling away slowly. 'I know, Stella. I'm just glad you do as well. The last thing I ever want to be is your regret.'

'No, Hunter.' Her eyes were shining, 'the only thing I regret is letting you go.' She cleared her throat. 'Ahem, well, anyway, let me get you home. Why are you standing in the carpark anyway?'

'Pepper dropped me in and she obviously forgot that requires her to get me home as well.'

'She can be such a blonde sometimes.' Stella took off her sunglasses. As she put them down she went to reach for my hand, as she always did when she was driving. I saw her frown as she caught herself and put it back on the wheel.

'Sooooo.' I stretched the word out while I tried to think of what to say. We had certainly never been short of things when we were going out, what was different now? Nothing, I realised. She may have wigged out for a little, but this girl was still Stella. 'Want to hear a boring fish story?'

'Always, ' she winked.

The drive home went so quickly I was taken aback when she pulled up at the driveway. I think even Stella was as well. I stopped my explanation of why I was going to buy a drysuit mid sentence.

'Well, here we are, ' she said.

Pepper's car was nowhere to be seen. 'Ahh, Stella, do you feel like getting a coffee?' I asked her.

'I thought you'd never ask.' She pulled out before I could change my mind. She drove down to our favourite spot and we got a table outside. 'So, you were telling me the thousand dollar wetsuit you bought eight months ago is no good any more because you might rip it when you go in a wreck, even though you hardly ever wreck dive and you're half broke, ' she said.

'That's all you got out of that conversation?' I crossed my arms. 'What about the safety factor?'

'Babe ... uh, I mean, Hunter. If you want me to tell you to buy one, then just say so.' She said.

I snorted, 'I don't need anyone's approval. Besides, I booked in to go wreck diving on the weekend.'

'Well, you better hurry and buy one!' she acted alarmed.

'Funny, too funny, ' I muttered. 'So, how is living with your mom? Defeating the purpose of moving out in the first place?'

'Now who is funny? But yes, very much so. I don't know how to tell her, but I don't want to live alone.'

I wanted to tell her to come and live with us again, but even without the whole Pepper thing, it wasn't a decision I could make alone, and I didn't even know if she wanted to. We talked of less heavy things until the caf owner coughed ostentatiously and we looked at the time, it was well after six, and this place wasn't open for dinner. I grinned sheepishly and left him a big tip.