Jennifer Griffin

The grin on his face was there for a few minutes as I drove the car towards my house.

I was curious and wanted to know why he was smiling, so I asked him, “Why are you grinning like that?”

He grinned even more. “I have this image of you in my head. Sounds crazy. It's like I know you somewhere, and I can't remember,” he said. “I thought it was just my imagination playing wild.”

Yeah, you wouldn't believe this was some gift I inherited, I almost said.

“Yeah, I know that sounds crazy. Sometimes, our prayers are answered in unique ways.”

“Yeah, like dejavu,” he said. His face became brighter with a smile. I liked him this way, happier, like taking a kid to a candy store.

“Are you not worried about your girlfriend? What will she think of you?”

He looked around, folded his lips, and sighed. “I don't know. All I know is that I want to be with you and everything else doesn't matter.”

I chuckled. If I ever came to the world again, I would become a powerful sorcerer, not just a witch.

I kept driving and focused on the road. I would turn to him several times, and our eyes met with him smiling and staring at me. He was admiring my boobs most of the time, and I wanted to punish him for that — press these babies on his happy face.

We started touching each other in the car. By then, we were close to my house. When we turned the junction that led to Felltower, the street that led to my house, I reached for his left hand and placed it on my boobs. Then I winked at him. I wanted him to spend all of tomorrow with me. By God, if I got admitted to medical school, I would like to celebrate it. He would be there with me.

I moved his hands in circles. Then he started doing that himself, squeezing and pressing my boobs. I focused back on the road, then took his hand off the breast and put it between my thighs. It was such a day I wished I was wearing a skirt, not long pants that reached down to my ankles. It would have been easier to get his hands wet and inside of me.

He moved his hands slowly, watching my face and leaning closer. This was the reason he was a good choice. This was why that girl wanted to fight me at the bar and slapped my hand when I shook his hand. He knew how to touch a woman. He understood how to handle this business. His nose was on my neck. I tried to concentrate on the road and keep the steering moving safely. My driving speed had stalled, and the car dragged along slowly, like a toddler pedaling a bicycle. But did it matter? His hands were rubbing me through the fabric. He gently tapped his fingers, like petting my organ to wake up…… All my senses were responding to him, and I tried to catch my breath with my mouth.

He would press his palm down hard. It was hot. It was too difficult to steer the car correctly. So when I turned to my house, I eventually pulled over at my parking lot and heaved a sigh. Then I kissed him. I held his face in my palm and kissed him even harder. Stepping to his side of the car, I straddled him like that. It had been days since I had someone around or had sex, and it felt like months ago.

“Should we go inside?” he asked.

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I pulled the car door open and tried to step out of the car while maintaining my balance. I was acting like an idiot, lost my balance, and could have landed on the concrete, but thanks to him. His hands were on my side, holding me in place. I looked at him and giggled, and he smiled back.

“You okay?” he asked.

I wasn't, and I didn't answer. I pulled him closer and led him into the house, past the living where it happened last time. We arrived in the bedroom. The bed was made, but a few clothes were in a corner. Next time, I would try not to come home with someone to the bedroom it was in this state. But did it matter? Darius' hands were already on my waist, turning me to face him. So I turned. His hands moved to my bum, squeezing them in my pants. I helped him lose his shirt while we kissed, and he kept his hands around my waist. He had a tattoo on his arms, just a small bird image. A raven. What was the idea about it? The question could wait till tomorrow. His hands were inside my trousers for some seconds, searching for the right spot. Nothing could make you lose your ability to think clearly more than a hand under your panties. Nothing could make you close your eyes and breathe and breathe with pleasure. He had the spot and touched it slowly, rubbing it with two fingers. My eyes were open again, and his lip was against mine. We kissed again and again, turning our heads and moving our lips around. He pulled my coat off, and then my top and trouser followed.

I pushed him onto the bed after that and pulled his trousers down. I was a different person than I was some hours ago or some days ago. I was like a bag of bones, tired, reading lots of books, and asking questions myself that I had no answers for.

That had changed since I met that lady and her dog. I had fewer things to worry about now, and I hoped the nightmare would stop. I had fresh energy under my skin, my blood running faster in my veins. The fabric of my underwear was wet, moisture dripping down the side of my thighs. The wonder of Darius' hand. His dick was in my hands. I held it in the boxer for a second and weighed it before pulling the ornaments off completely. Then his dick was standing and asking for attention.

His phone rang. When I drew it out of his trousers pocket, it was his girlfriend. Her name was saved as ‘love.’ I glanced at him to see his expression. He wanted to see who had called him, but I wouldn't let the proud girl ruin the moment. So I terminated the call, put the phone silent, and resumed what we had started.

His dick in my hands only needed a few strokes to keep it throbbing. He watched me as he guided it inside me, taking it slow until he was completely in. He held my waist, his head up. Was he breathing or gaping? I could say, but it mattered to see him like that, It mattered to see that he wasn't holding back the pleasure.

It didn't matter what I was or that I was a witch. His whole frame was inside of me, and I had wanted it that way for a long time. I wanted his hands all over my body, even as I pressed his palms down and down.

“You're so hot. I keep imagining who you are,” he said.

He had slowed down, stopped moving, and was looking at me, leaning on me, as if he was seeing me for the time being. As if he had been dreaming all along and reality had just dawned on him.

“I am your dreams, darling,” I said, touching his cheeks. “I am everything you want in a woman,” I added and touched his face.

He gasped and shook a little. “Yeah,” he said. He looked down at his dick and my opening and then closed his eyes while rubbing his finger on the wet clit. He slid in again and started thrusting harder and faster like he was trying to race someone. He wanted to achieve something. He was breathing hard, using most of his strength. The vein of his arms became visible. So I closed my eyes, trying to take all the immense pleasure into my body. I opened my eyes, crossed my legs behind him, and pressed his buttocks. He kept going. He was a bull, raged, energetic, and powerful. He went that way for a couple of minutes and then suddenly began to shake. I was at the peak of such pleasure, and I stiffened under him and held my breath. I gasped and pressed my back on the bed, raising my waist upward, suddenly as he pulled his manhood out simultaneously. His fluid poured on my thighs. Then he collapsed over me just as I convulsed under his weight.

Darius fell asleep after that. I would want to sleep too, but then my mother called.

“Hello, Jenniffer,” she said.

“Hello, mum.”

“How are you,”

“I’m fine. How is Georgia?”

“I need you to... I want you to listen to me this time. It’s serious. I want you to be careful with the wolf. Do not start an affair with one,” she said.

I stood there holding the phone, but then I laughed because I wasn’t thinking about it.