Episode 6

As soon as she got to the house, she headed to her room. She shut her bedroom door with a soft click and leaned back against it for a moment. Her chest was rising and falling faster than it should.

Luca’s image burned behind her eyelids. She didn’t bother turning on the light. Instead, she crossed to the bed, her hands already reaching down to the hem of her gown. 

She pulled the gown upward over her thighs, exposing her flushed skin to the cool air. She hooked a finger in the side of her pantie and tugged it aside without hesitation.

Her fingertips found her clit instantly, and she rubbed her finger over it. A shaky moan slipped from her lips as she circled her clit, imagining it was his thumb pressing there.

“Oh… Luca…” she moaned, rubbing herself faster. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

Her need clawed deeper, and she slid her fingers lower, pressing into her slick entrance. Her pussy walls clutched greedily as she eased two fingers in, curling them in search of that sweet spot. She moved faster, thrusting her fingers into herself.

 In her mind, it wasn’t her hand. It was Luca. He was above her, holding her down and thrusting his dick so hard that she could barely breathe. She could hear him grunting in her ear and the slap of his hips against hers.

She moaned louder as she plunged her finger harder. She pictured his face. The hunger in his eyes, and it made her ache more, desperate to tip over the edge.

But no matter how fast she fingered herself, she couldn't reach her peak. It couldn't make her release. At a point, the sensation slowed down, leaving her gasping with frustration, and then she stopped entirely. 

She let her fingers slip out, glistening in the dim light from the window. Her core was still pulsing with unspent need. She flopped back onto the bed, leaving the hem of her gown bunched around her hips. Her panties were still aside, leaving her hungry pussy exposed.

Her finger was not enough to do the job. She wanted the real thing. She needed his dick to be satisfied. She wanted him to hold her waist and fuck her until she was screaming his name. She wanted to feel him spill inside her, to see his face when he came because of her.

The hunger in her chest was almost painful now. She rolled onto her side, pressing her thighs together. She vowed to have him. It won't end in her imagination. She was going to fuck him.

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A few days later, on a bright Saturday morning when Stacey finished her chores. Her father was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper with a cup of tea balanced beside him.

 Today, she planned to visit Lucas while using his swimming pool as a reason. The last time she visited, she noticed he had a pool at the back of the house. She had planned to tell her father she wanted to go and swim in his friend's swimming pool.

She walked into the living room and saw her dad busy, reading his newspaper. She hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer.

“Dad,” she said lightly, “I want to go over to Luca’s house today. I noticed he has a big pool at the back of his house. I want to go over and swim.”

Her father lowered the paper and looked up to her face. “Luca’s house?”

“Yes,” she answered with an innocent smile. “I saw his pool the day I went to deliver the package."

He nodded slowly as he kept looking at her as if he suspected something already. “Alright, let me call him first. I can’t just have you walking into someone’s house.”