Friday

Friday. The day of my worst nightmare.

I wake up. Thomas is gone, as he has been for the past few days. Everything is as usual. And yet...

I can sense that something is wrong. The atmosphere in the hallway seems to buzz. I **** back the lump in my throat.

On the way to the bathroom, I see that the door to Dirk's room is wide open. No, Sina's room. I stop and pinch my arm. Until it hurts, so that I can get my head straight again. Sina, Thomas, and I are a family; this is our apartment. No one else lives here. That's how it was, how it is, and how it will always be.

Dirk is just a guest. He's visiting. Staying for a few days. He doesn't have his own room here. He's not part of us. He has no claim...

Claim on me.

Damn it! Then why does it feel so much like it?

Slowly, I move forward. Step by step. I deliberately delay the moment until I can see into the room and until the person inside sees me.

Dirk grins. He's sitting on the edge of the bed. Legs apart. My mouth immediately goes dry. I involuntarily moisten my lips. I suppress the immediate urge to approach him and kneel down.

I don't want to. Not in Sina's room. Not on her bed.

At least he's wearing boxer shorts. But they're no match for his big, naturally erect cock. The unmistakable contours under the silk seem almost more obscene than if he were sitting there naked.

I tear my gaze away and look him straight in the eyes. I brace myself against the doorframe with both hands. I pretend to be unimpressed, tilt my head to one side, and give him a slight smile.

“Good morning. I'm just going to the bathroom. Then I'll get breakfast ready.”

“But I'm hungry now.”

There it is, the beckoning. A single finger. It is stronger than an iron chain that he puts around my neck and uses to pull me toward him.

I stumble forward. My knees want to give way, but Dirk stops me with a quick gesture.

“No. Not like that. Not today.”

Then how? I blink. Confused.

“Get undressed. “

I shake my head, but at the same time I undo the belt of my bathrobe. The heavy terry cloth slides to the floor behind me. My hard nipples are clearly visible through the thin nightgown.

Dirk raises an eyebrow.

”Everything. Take it all off."

He ignores my pleading look. Would he spare me if I begged him?

“Please, don't do this to me.” The sentence trails off into a sob.

His eyes flash. He extends an arm, an invitation. And a command.

“I want to look at you. You. Completely. Without a crumpled nightgown. You are so beautiful. You shouldn't hide your wonderful body.”

I know the compliment is poisoned. And yet it works. Ashamed, I look away. I know where this will lead to. Nevertheless, I give in. My hands grasp the hem of the shirt and lift it up. Awkwardly, I pull it over my head. He whistles appreciatively. The son of a bitch is manipulating me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his boner twitch.

My pussy responds. I feel the warmth rising from my lower belly to the roots of my hair. I feel the wetness that I can't control.

I can't control anything anymore. I'm done for.

When did I get so close to him? He grabs my wrist and pulls me even closer to him. I bend down to kiss him.

In one smooth, powerful movement, he turns around, taking me with him. We land on the bed. Me on my back. His hardness presses against my stomach. I automatically spread my thighs. He pushes himself on top of me.

“Don't worry, my little one. I won't hurt you.”

Ice. I freeze. The words eat into my consciousness. I get it: he doesn't want me. He wants Sina. He wants to take her here on this bed.

I can't let that happen.

With one hand, he pulls down his boxer shorts. My chance. My only chance. I brace myself against him, try to push him away, to free myself. He's too strong. Too heavy.

When the tip of his pleasure rod touches my soft, slippery folds, I've lost. My body betrays me. Refuses to obey me. Surrenders to him.

Dirk enters me. Slowly. Carefully. Almost tenderly.

It feels as if his enormous size stretches me even more than usual. Why am I so tight?

He penetrates deeper and deeper. It hurts. A tear rolls down my cheek. He kisses it away.

“Don't worry, baby. It'll be over soon, then it'll feel wonderful. You'll see.”

The son of a bitch. I know he's fucking Sina in his mind.

Then he sinks into me as far as he can go. My eyes roll back and a soft cry escapes from my wide-open mouth. It feels as insane as ever. And yet completely new. As if it were the first time.

Dirk pulls back a little and thrusts again. Still gentle, restrained. I know what he's capable of. This is completely different. Back, forward. Again. He wants to be gentle with me. Give me time to get used to it.

And it works. It's starting to feel good. I want more. I don't want him to stop. My mind shuts down. My body lets itself be fooled.

My hips pick up the rhythm, pushing towards him. I pant in time with him. Dirk fills me, igniting a fire inside me. The heat in my lap spreads. Oh, yes! Take me!

Steady, circular movements heat me up more and more. I want the inferno, the fireworks. I can already feel it coming.

A moan. Is that me? Are they words or just noises?

Dirk understands. He gives up his restraint. Rams into me with full ****. I scream. Our bodies slap against each other. Puff, puff, puff. Wet. Vulgar. Incredibly horny.

I... oh... oh, oh, yes... I... I'M COMING!

I'm completely exhausted, only vaguely aware that he's turning me onto my side. He snuggles up against my back. His cock, still hard and hungry, penetrates me from behind.

Uuh. I'm so sensitive. I feel sore. My vagina is burning.

“Careful. I can hardly take it anymore,” I whisper.

He fucks me slowly. His pelvis gently pushes against my butt. Again and again. No rush. For minutes.

I'm lazy. I just let it happen. Exhausted and half asleep.

I can tell from his deepening breath that he's almost there too. “Yes, cum.”

One last time. Deep inside me. A shiver runs through his body. I can feel him spilling his seed inside me.

Peace. I drift off, grateful.

Then, wide awake, a thought: “What just happened here?”