A Not-So-Small Piece of Heaven Chapter 3

The next morning I woke up and immediately jumped in the shower. I felt empty and crushed. I couldn't explain to myself why. If I was so hesitant to do anything with her, why was I so upset about losing her? I shouldn't have cared. But I did. I cared a lot. As I stood in the shower, I let the warm water stream over my body. Thoughts of Vicky swam into my head. I noticed my member start to harden. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it. I didn't care about being "gay" anymore. I just needed to let off some of this frustration. I pictured Vicky on all fours, wiggling her ass at me. Her balls hanging loosely between her legs. My stroking quickened, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I pictured burying my face between her cheeks and tonguing her hole, pushing in as far as I could. I pictured caressing her balls with my hand while I did so. The image sent me over the top and I shot my load on the shower wall. I watched it slowly run down the wall. It was at this moment that I realized I needed her back. I needed to feel her legs wrapped around my waist and her soft lips against mine. I needed to feel her arms tightly hugging my neck as I held her against me. I got out of the shower and quickly dried off. I dressed in jeans and a black V-neck and grabbed my car keys. I went down the steps of my apartment two at a time and got to my car. I pulled out of the parking lot with reckless abandon. I knew I needed to get there as fast as I could.

I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. I quickly hopped out of my car and ran up the stairs. I rapped on her door and took a step back. I slid my hands in my pockets nervously, hoping she was home. I stood there for two minutes. When nobody came to the door, I hung my head and slowly started making my way to the stairs. When I'd made it a few feet towards the stairs, I heard the door open behind me. "Carter?" I heard Vicky say, a surprised tone in her voice.

I spun around and looked at her. She was gorgeous. She had on some tiny red pajama shorts and a white tank top. She was barefoot. I felt my cock stir. "What are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame.