Beta-Reader: Maah - Translator: Minush
I'm almost there, .
That message came exactly at six forty-three in my sacred Sunday morning.
I only have three things to say:
1. The number was unknown and from another state;
2. This stranger knew my number and my name;
3. I knew - the Hurley’s representative that fucked me three months ago in the guest room of my house, which is just a few meters from my mum's room – would be in the city today for another collection.
But I couldn’t be sure that this message was his. I had his number - not that I kept texting him and/or calling the guy, but it's nice to mess around with my mum's phone and find precious numbers - and I didn’t look a bit like the one who had sent me the damn message. And how did he have my number? Getting his number was easy because my mum had it, but how did he get my mine? At no time - since I found his number - I texted him. I didn’t even think about calling to hear his voice. I liked having his number on my contacts because I saw it as a trophy.
Not that I was collecting men, not that I was a slut! But I liked to keep it as a trophy.
And I can say that was a very interesting fuck. I wished - and still wish -to repeat.
Yeah, I seem like a slut talking this way, but if you knew the girls who go to school with me, you wouldn’t think like that.
Until now, 18 years old, I had sex with just four guys, and was the third one. Since I lost my virginity two months after turning 16 years and I’ll be 19 in three months, I didn’t have sex with that many guys.
The girls from my university – did I tell you I’m in uni? I don’t think so – have sex with a different guy each week. Well, I may be exaggerating ... Or even being nice, draw this conclusion for yourself! But that's not what matters.
- ... - Mum opened the door to my room and was poking my feet. - I'm going to the beach...
- Mum, it’s seven-thirty in the morning, can you let me sleep? Today is Sunday, mum. Sunday! I need to sleep until noon.
- But ...
- Mum! - I raised my head, which was under the pillow, and looked angry.
- Yesterday from Hurley, do you remember him? - She continued when she saw me noding. – So, he called me and I gave him your number. I said that you’d probably be home alone when he arrived... I don’t want to miss the beach with the girls. Is it okay for him to call you when he arrives?
Of course, this explains a lot!
- And I'll have to entertain him while you have fun with your friends watching the hot surfers? - Of course it was okay! I was loving it. I wouldn’t see surfers, but would see the guy from Hurley
- Okay, mum! Okay! Go have fun and send the girls a hug.
It was hilarious to see my mum out with her girls. Those were worse than any group of hungry teenagers.
Mum gave me a kiss on the forehead and left my room with all the happiness in the world stamped in her face.
I grabbed my phone and chose the option to reply to the message.
You could have signed the message, .
A few minutes later, when I was almost asleep again, the annoying noise my phone makes when it a text arrives bothered me.
I knew you were smart. Did you realize by the area code? I’m already in town. Are you alone?
Is he thinking that I had his number? Okay I had it, but he couldn’t suspect that I did.
I think I don’t even understand myself sometimes.
Still, I smiled with the end of the text.
Of course. Or do you think my mum did wouldn’t enjoy the beach today?
In the twenty minutes that passed since I replied until the sound of a horn in front of my house, I managed to do everything that normally took more than an hour: brushing my teeth, changing clothes, tidying my room, putin make-up on and brushing my hair.
I opened the gate and there he was. Jeans, black All Star - those common ones - white shirt - Hurley, of course - and a black Ray Ban Wayfarer. Perfect, hot, juicy.
He leaned against the door of his Jetta - I wonder if the representative branch gives so much money - arms folded, holding the car keys and a pack and probably staring at me.
- Want to come in with the car? - I asked the first thing that came to mind.
- Don’t you think you’d better say hi and ask the journey was before asking if I want to come in with the car? - A mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
- ! I said your car, this one in which you are leaning, coming into the garage of my house – I pointed to the gate and laughed. - And, hi, how was the journey?
- Hi, it was great - he approached stood in front of me. His face got close to mine and his lips brushed my ear lobe. - But it's better to come here and see you like this.
Did I comment that I was wearing just a bikini and denim shorts?
He rubbed his unshaved chin against my neck, increasing my libido even more.
- I think we better go inside.
He laughed in my neck.
- Let's make a scene for the neighbors.
- ! – I reprimanded him.
We laughed, but he stopped with the naughtiness and handed me the package that was in his hands.
- What is this?
He shrugged.
- A souvenir.
I raised an eyebrow and started opening the package. Inside was the shirt I wore the last - and first - time he had come.
- It looked very good on you. Then I bought some pieces of the showcase. Anyway, I prefer you without her. – He whispered the last sentence in my ear.
- I think we better go inside! - I repeated.
He laughed and got into the car.
I opened my mum’s car, looking for the gate’s remote to open it and decided to pull the car a little more to the back of the garage.
When I got off the car, was turning off his. He smiled as he left the car and came toward me.
- I miss that bed so badly...
I pulled him closer to me, sticking our bodies together.
- Leave the bed for later. - I mumbled, my mouth glued to his.
- Why? - He asked back.
- Your car seems very good.
He laughed, walking backwards to his car, with me in front of him, without kissing me.
He opened the back door and tried to inside there with me, when we are faced with two suitcases.
- Shit!
He said, making me laugh.
To explain: he is a representative. These collections tend to be huge. Usually they bring 60 to 10 bags – it’s kind of obvious that things do not all fit in the trunk.
While he said some more swearing words, was taking the bags from the back seat and placing them on the garage floor. Once finished, he sat down with his legs out of the car. I stood in front of him and started to unbutton the shorts that I wore on top of the bikini. I saw bite his lower lip and smile as he lowered the zipper. I approached him, taking his hands and placing them in the waistband of my shorts. He lowered it slowly, keeping his eyes on mine. When the piece reached my knees he dropped it and it fell on its own. I lifted my feet, kicking it to the side.
I passed my lips over his face, touching them in his right ear, I gently bit the lobet and went back to pass my lips on his cheek, arriving in his lips. When he tried to kiss me, I turned away.
I took my hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it, making him raise his arms so it would come out with ease.
I took one of my hands to his neck and took my lips to the other side of it.
- Be silent and earn a reward – I laughed, before sucking hard on the place that my lips touched.
stroked my head and when I sucked even harder, I felt him pulling my hair. I left his neck, smiling at him.
- What kind of reward?
- My mouth will show you.
I took my hands to the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned it quickly.
stood up and made his pants fall off. He stood in front of me while I took his boxer with my teeth. His genital was stiff and I smiled thinking - and seeing - the way I had left him. I made him sit back and knelt in front of him. My right hand went in the direction of his excitement, holding it firmly at the base. I passed my tongue over the head slightly, listening to him moan. I kept doing the same thing for a while until his hand returned to my hair.
- Stop torturing me! - He murmured, gently pushing my head.
I open my mouth a little, putting just the tip inside it. I sucked him hard, making him groan and leave my head. I took his cock off my mouth and started to masturbate him with a rapidity that I never imagined being able to accomplish. I looked up and noticed that had thrown his head back. His open mouth let out moans. When I stopped, he growled, annoyed. I gave a slight smile before returning to stick his throbbing sex in my mouth. I sucked it quickly, making my tongue slip with circular movements. I felt the pre-cum my mouth, and yet I continued sucking him.
- ! - said, pulling my hair, making me let go of his genital. I stood in front of him and pressed our lips.
- I'm in disadvantage, . - He murmured against my mouth.
I brought my lips to his ear.
- Mum arrives soon, so we’ll finish this later.
- And I'll stay like that? - He got frustrated.
I took one of my hands to his genital and started to masturbate him again, seeing him panting and hearing him moan until he reached his climax, cumming in my hand.
I joined our foreheads, kissing his eyes which were closed.
He smiled and lent me his shirt so I wiped my hand without having to move away from him.
Mum came home ten minutes after that. was in the bath and I was in the kitchen, preparing some sandwiches for us three.
- Has arrived?
- Yep! A short time ago, so I didn’t call you. I told him to feel at home and all those things you always say... I also told him to take a bath. Poor him, mum! He arrived with such a tired face! Then I came to prepare something for us to eat. - I heard the toaster click and opened it, removing the two which were ready and putting two more. – Want some?
She nodded and took a half.
- I’ll take a shower too. And you, young lady, wear a shirt. You’re not looking very decent and we have a man in the house.
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
- Okay, mum!
Poor little miss ! If she saw what I had just done with , she wouldn’t say that the lack of a shirt was indecent. Even so, I went to my room and picked a little T-shirt with a kitten printed in front. Meow!
So I left the room, bumped into who was getting out of the next door, already dressed and with his towel in hand.
- Where's your mum? – He whispered.
- Taking a bath. - I answered, in the same tone.
- Then come here. - He pulled my arm and gave a light kiss on my lips, deepening it soon after. - Hey! – He exclaimed. - You taste like ham and cheese!
I laughed and pulled him by the hand, leading him to the kitchen. He sat on a stool in front of the table and I gave him a toast.
- Bon apetit . - I pouted, risking some French and he laughed.
- And what is the reason for the shirt? - He asked, after taking a bite - and what bite! – of the toast.
- Mum said I was indecent. - I shrugged, as I opened the fridge, grabbing a pitcher of orange juice. smiled when I looked at him.
Mum came into the kitchen talking on the phone.
- Right, up later, then. Agreed.
I frowned, waiting for explanations. Why would she be talking to my father about me? She hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
- Oh, hi, ! - They shook hands.
- Hi, , how are you?
- Mum... - I interrupted them. - What did my dad wanted? - I asked.
- To spend the week with you. - She replied.
- But...
- We’ll talk about it later, .
Argh! I hated spending the week with my dad. That wife of his made me her housekeeper and nanny of her baby from her first marriage. No! I definitely would not spend a week with my dad. I couldn’t even spend two days, let alone a whole week!
I went to the kitchen cabit and grabbed three glasses. I put juice for us and started eating my toast.
I just realized that mum was not in the kitchen when ’s hand appeared on mine. He didn’t ask me anything, just patted my hand, showing me he was there. That was cute. The affection ceased when mum returned.
- I thought we’d look at collection now that’s early, is it okay?
- Of course. -
We finished eating and I followed him to his car, to help him with his bags.
- What is it? - He asked, taking bags from the truck and and putting them on the garage floor.
I told him my reasons, and he hugged me, giving me a kiss on the forehead.
- I went through the same thing. – He whispered in my ear. - Listen to the reasons for your father to want you there this week. If it doesn’t work, you come back before. You are of age and know your rights.
- Thank you, .
- No problem. - He smiled.
When I tried to pick up a suitcase, he stopped me.
- And I came down here to help you with what? - I rolled my eyes.
- In the passenger seat, there’s my laptop’s case. You can take it. This is a bit heavy.
I took the laptop and turned it on when .
While he was finishing to note the order, I was putting the clothes in the suitcases. Mum kept saying that had to hire me. He laughed and I, well... I blushed.
- When we finish, we can go to lunch at that Arabic restaurant that opened this week, mum. - I spoke. - Do you like it, ?
- Arabic foob? Yes, I like it.
- Love, I had agreed with the girls that we would go eat crab...
- I don’t like this game!
laughed.
- What?
- I don’t like crab. - I blushed.
- So we’ll go to the restaurant and you mum will go eat crab. I'm not a big fan of crab, . - He told my mum the last part, making a slight grimace.
- Perfect then! It’s good so that she had not taken the keys. He laughed and pulled me to his lap.
- Do you agree to have toast for lunch? - I said before he kissed me.
- If I have the dessert I imagine... - He whispered against my lips.
- Can the dessert come before lunch? - I asked.
- It must.
No more waiting, passed his tounge trough my lips, making me open my mouth, receiving him in another of our many hot kisses.
- Did I say I'm missing that bed?
I laughed.
- You’ll miss that one and another, then...
I was pushing it up to my room, throwing him into my bed.
Before pulling away from him, I said in his lips:
- Sleeping in this bed will never be the same.
I walked away from him and quickly pulled my shirt over my body. I didn’t let him take off my shorts as I did earlier, I just made it disappear from my body. I untied the laces of my bra, letting it fall. gasped and bit his lip. When I approached, he understood what I wanted. He took his hands the lateral laces of my panties and untied them. He looked at my body as he moved his hands on my hips. I sat on his lap, moving my body, making my naked intimacy rub on his still dressed excitement. threw back his head and I stopped, pulling his shirt once.
When I took off his shorts and boxer, he looked at me and asked:
- Can you put it in your mouth again? You’re very good at sucking.
I smiled and licked his genital slowly. moaned and pushed my head. I opened my mouth and almost got it all inside my whole mouth. I sucked it the same way I had done in the morning.
- I will not hold much longer, .
I laughed and let him go. He was pounding.
I opened the little drawer of the dresser next to my bed and took a condom, which I put carefully in . He was sat, with me on his lap. I had him penetrate me and supported my hands on his shoulders, which gave me impulse to go up and down on his sex, giving pleasure to both of us. I gasped and groaned as I felt him press my hips, guiding me in the movement.
I squeezed his shoulders when I felt a great pleasure overtake me. My legs trembled and I let out a cry of delight from my throat, while moaned my name so hoarse in my ear.
He fell back on the bed, pulling me along.
- Thank you. - He muttered, after a time, in my ear.
We exchanged kisses and caresses and started all over again.
I heard the bell ring when we were – thanks God! - only caressing each other on my bed.
I noticed that we hadn’t eaten, but I said nothing.
I got up, dressed myself quickly, while gathered his things and ran to his room.
I took the intercom off the hook as I finished putting my shirt on.
- Who is it?
- Mum!
I opened the gate and ran to my room. I made my bed as quickly as possible, and when I left the room, I bumped on again, which laughed. It was the second time that happened that day.
He hugged me and we were surprised by my mother coming out of her room. He began to laugh, making me laugh too. Mum passed by us, probably thinking we were crazy.
We followed her into the living room and I dropped the question:
- What did dad want?
- He said he wants to spend the week with you.
- And his wife, isn’t it?
- Ex-wife. Predictably, the marriage ended.
- Oh!
I frowned and sat in an armchair.
Dad picked me up at night and I couldn’t say that I wasn’t going with him. I managed to pull to a hidden corner and I say goodbye with a kiss.
- Thank you for today. - He stroked my face, looking into my eyes.
- Thank you. - I replied.
We had to separate quickly. The last piece of clothing I got from my room was the shirt that had given me.
I smiled when entering the car with my father.
- What is it, sweetie?
- Nothing, dad.
I thought of and shook my head.
The next day, in the morning, my phone rang while I was having breakfast. I ran to answer, still with the glass of juice in my hand. It was my mum.
- Have you noticed yesterday that the lovebite on ’s neck?
I choked on the juice and mum started laughing.
- Sweetie, I was so dark today!
I was speechless as I listened to how my mother found out about the lovebite on his neck and tried to imagine how he got that.
Little did she know that it was me, her daughter, who tortured him the day before.
Author's note: The collection that I like best in the year is the summer one. Lie! I prefer winter, but after Hurley Boy 2… There’s no way of preferring winter.
Well, I'm fanning myself, hoping that one day a representative as hot as my Harry Hurley Boy would appear here and certain things would to happen. But representatives are still fat and ugly, as they were when I made note of Hurley Boy.
I confess that the sequel was much easier and fun to write. I brought this family conflict that, well… It might help me with Hurley Boy 3, if you want it...
This is dedicated to Any, to Vii, to MariGrape, to Bê and to Nat who insisted for the sequel.
I surpassed my expectations, so I hope that I have also surpasses yours.
Thanks to every one who read the first part and waited for the sequel, every one who commented, every one who asked me for HB2. Thanks mum, for having a store and NOT being divorced from dad. Thanks to Nithy, who read at first hand and told me I did not need to change anything.
Finally, as in the first note, thank you Harry Judd, my source of inspiration, for having used that Hurley sweatshirt and for making me think about naught stuff because of that.
English mistakes: Send them to mama_mbc@yahoo.com.br
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