Another Visitor

“Was that how you dreamt it?” you ask Brianna. She’s lying beside you, her golden red hair a fan against the pillow, her naked breasts still heaving with her exertion. She turns her heart shaped face to look at you.

“No. That was so much better. Those boys. They didn’t make me orgasm. That’s only happened when I’ve pleasured myself.”

“Those boys didn’t know what they were doing.”

You lean over and kiss her. At that moment the doorbell rings. You want to ignore it. You want to explore Brianna’s lips. You want to work her up into another frenzy and fuck her again. You would ignore it, but the doorbell rings again, longer, more insistent.

You swear. Look at her. “Stay there,” you tell her. Then you roll off the bed. Pull on your trousers, no point putting on your underwear. Pull on a t-shirt and descend to see who’s ringing. They’re ringing for a third time.

It’s Faye. She looks concerned.

“Sorry to disturb you, is my niece here?”

Well, you could say that she’s currently upstairs, lying naked on your bed, your cum dribbling from her pussy, but you guess that wouldn’t go down well. You could say she’s around, but then Faye would want to see her. Brianna, and only half her clothes are upstairs, the other half are downstairs in your office. To get to that half, Brianna would have to walk topless past her aunt, another thing that probably won’t go down well.

“No, no, she isn’t.”

“Oh, she said she was coming over here. She wanted to talk about homework.”

“Yes, she did come over, but she left about ten minutes ago, or so, maybe longer. She said she wanted to go for a walk.”

Faye’s green eyes look at you with scepticism, but her freckled face soon relaxes. “Really, I’ve been trying to phone her, but the silly girl isn’t answering her phone. Her dinner’s ready.”

“I’m sure she won’t be long.”

“I hope not. I’ll try her again.”

She holds up her mobile, and a shiver runs down your back. Where is Brianna’s phone? What state’s it in? Can’t have Faye hear Brianna’s phone ring. That will give her too many questions.

“Well, good luck finding her. I’m sure she’s just distracted, didn’t hear the phone ring. I’m in the middle of things.”

“Of course, sorry to disturb you.”

“Not at all.”

You smile and shut the door. Only then allowing a sigh of relief. You can see Faye through the frosted front door window, dithering. You leave her to it.