Yes, I am

The car trip flew by and soon we were arriving at his parents’ house. We were really excited to have some alone time after that term, which was really hard, wasn't it? We deserved this! I deserved this! I put a lot of work into getting an A in— The baseball team, which my fiancé plays for, finished the championship at—

I blinked twice. Nothing was there. Everything was a whole gap of a blank space in my mind. Why couldn't I remember those things?

As I stood still for a moment, holding a heavy box I took from the car, I couldn’t recall how the past term ended. I tilted my head to the right and Carl, who was coming back to pick some more things up, noticed I had a weird face.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, concerned.

“I don't know how the last months went.” I said.

“What?! What are you talking about? You did good. Term was awesome for us.” He grabbed the last box from the trunk and shut it. He massaged my back with his big right hand, carrying the box under this left armpit, and guided me towards the house. His words were reassuring, almost like it was the sufficient truth that I chose to hold on to. I followed him into the house, deciding to let it go. I was a fiancee in love with a gorgeous man, alone with him and nothing else could matter.

The concept of that two store house was stunning, though; I instantly fell in love with it. From the outside, the red tile facade was charming, but missing the classical chimney. The front door delivered me to a hallway with a stair glued to the left wall, the path to the living room — the first door to my right. At the end of the hallway, double doors opened for me; it was the kitchen with a half glass door to the pool in the backyard. Everything was completely white and immaculate, except for the brown hardwood floors.

We carried our stuff upstairs, to the first bedroom to our right, and found ourselves in a room with a double bed, the covers recently put together like a hotel room and a bunch of modern furniture around. I rolled the suitcases to a corner and piled my box on top of the other one Carl brought up.

While I was trying to organize our things and unpack some of our clothes, he hugged me from behind, playfully, making me giggle.

“Baby, common! We need to unpack before we get too lazy.” I said, patting his forearm, him hugging me around my stomach.

“Why can’t we get lazy? We’ve got nothing to do. It’s just you and me, forever.” He kissed the top of my head.

I turned to face him, inside his strong hold. He wasn’t letting me go so easily unless he got what he wanted and I knew exactly what he needed. It was hard and pressing against me.

“I know something we can do.” I suggested.

“Yes, I can do you.” He answered with a grin.

I felt his arms on my lower back pulling me towards him. He was strong and I couldn’t escape unless he wanted me to. He lowered his head to kiss me passionately and I let myself go into his demanding pace. I couldn’t control myself around him; I wanted him more and more at every minute. All I knew in my head was that a voice was screaming he was the man of my life. He guided me to the bed and soon I felt his dick pressing against my panties, rubbing a good spot down there. I wanted him inside me; I craved for him.