The Boy Who Lives In My Room- Part Three

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After a wild two days, Lena was beginning to wonder if the mystery man that she had created, was real at all. Since their last rough fuck, in the bathroom stalls of her university’s library, she hadn’t seen him once. It was kind of making her nervous that she was going mad, but she went on as she had before he appeared. Longing after someone that wasn’t real. Clearly she hadn’t mastered this whole, ‘appear whenever and wherever she wanted’ thing, because here she was, lying face first into her pillow, willing him to be there. But he wasn’t appearing any time soon. So after slipping a light, thin strappy dress over her otherwise naked body, she headed out. It was mid-August and the world seemed like Lena’s oyster as she danced her way towards the back entrance of the party she had just entered. Heading straight towards the pool. She was at the house of a girl from school, who she vaguely remembered as being called Amy or Allie or something. It didn’t avcılar escort bayan really matter, she wasn’t there for her. There must have been over two hundred people surrounding her, all pretty much half naked in their bathing suits. She caught several guys undressing her in their minds as she walked past, and she had to stop and realise that her new found confidence was helping her massively. After nodding at a few of her friends and getting their looks of approval at her, somewhat slutty, outfit, she wandered over to the drinks table, looking to get well at truly hammered. Whilst she was pouring herself a vodka concoction of some sort, she felt a hand graze her upper thigh and looked to the left to find Lewis, her former boyfriend. ‘Can I help you?’ she asked agitatedly. He wasn’t looking at her eyes that was for sure. She was beginning to wonder if she was radiating ‘I’ve recently had hardcore and public sex’ vibes for everyone beylikdüzü escort bayan to see. Because this reaction wasn’t normal. ‘I couldn’t help but notice your transformation babe. Whore is a good look on you,’ Lewis barked at her, raising his eyebrow and using his index finger to raise her dress. Lena bat his hand away with hers, before rolling her eyes. ‘Oh fuck off, Lewis. Go back to whatever hole you slimed your way out of. Or should I say whoever’s hole?’ She flipped him off and spun around, leaving him behind her, with the rest of the party. She found herself downing her drinks as fast as she could, sitting alone on the side of the pool, dangling her feet into the water. She was pretty sure that anyone in the pool could see her fully naked pussy if they looked her way. But she wasn’t that bothered anyway; she was already a slut. After her head began spinning a little and the music at the party started to sound echoey esenyurt escort and far away, she looked up through the crowd to get her bearings. Through the faces of hundreds of people, there he was. Her creation. Her lover. Her mystery guy, standing dead still and looking at her as people danced around him. She forced herself up and started stumbling towards him. After what felt like hours, she finally fell into him. At least he was real enough to catch her. As she looked into his eyes, she felt herself sober almost instantly, and she knew what she wanted. The only thing she wanted. They stared at each other for over a minute until she broke the silence. ‘Can they see you?’ Lena almost whispered. He shook his head. Not needing to use words. She grabbed his wrist and began pulling him towards the woods at the back of the house, keeping him close at her back so that she look almost, semi-normal as she walked. Once they were submerged in the woods, she felt herself lose nearly all her control. She flew at him, pushing him up against an oak tree and kissing him passionately, trying to make up for the days that he had been gone. He pulled away, taking in sharp breaths. ‘Lena, stop. I’m yours but I am also here to help you.

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