WEAK Part Three: A Thornhill Road Romance by Drew Sinclair Read Free Book Online Page B

up on seeing my underwear."
    "You're that dirty little girl who used to
let me look. All the time."
    My heart pounded wildly. I was shaking like a
leaf. I felt my face burn and my still naked pussy go wet with
insane desire for him. It was true. I had always teased him,
knowing he loved it, knowing it drove him wild but never letting
him lay a finger on me. I liked him but I still didn't like boys. I
couldn't understand why anyone would always wanted to see up my
skirt but suddenly I realized that it had turned me on as every bit
as much then as it did now - I just didn’t know it at the time.
    "You promised me you would give them to
me."
    He pulled me in closer to him and I felt his
huge erection throb against my body. How many years of desire were
pent up behind that one?
    "Do you remember?" He said. "You were trapped
in that tree? Out back of your house, the one you couldn't ever
resist climbing but that you always got stuck in. You promised me
if I could get you down from there that you would give me anything
I wanted."
    The memory was coming back. I molded myself
to him and when he raised me up I wrapped my thighs around his hips
allowing him to push hard into me in response.
    He growled into my ear.
    "I said you knew what I wanted and you nodded
your head. I pointed up at them and you wrapped your dress tight
around you."
    I remembered it all now, so clearly all at
once even though it had been buried inside me for so long.
    "I had to climb the tree to get you down and
all I could see every time I looked up was that pretty dress,
opening and closing in the summer breeze and the cotton panties you
wore that day. I was in love Victoria. I still am."
    "Don’t say that."
    He began raining kisses down on my neck, my
face, my cheek and then he pressed his lips to mine. His body
pushed deeper into me and as my skirt rode up I felt the soft wet
fabric of his suit press tantalizingly against me.
    It was exciting, exhilarating, but what I
wanted now was humanity, not virgin Italian sheep's wool. I wanted
him inside me again, now and forever.
    "Just take." I hissed into his ear. "Take it
now. Take me now." The words drove him wild. I had always known how
to drive him wild, even back then before we hardly knew what any of
this was about.
    He grabbed my shirt with both hands and tore
it open scattering tiny buttons everywhere.
    Another shirt ruined, but who was
counting?
    I grabbed his shirt and tried to do the same
but it held. He finished the job for me with one hand and in
seconds revealed his powerful, muscular, perfectly cut and ripped
torso.
    "You tried to cover yourself all the time as
I climbed up but no matter what you did I could still see." He
said.
    The memory was crystal clear now - like it
was just yesterday. I felt the thrill of being looked at again -
for the first time - the thrill of being wanted so much that it
caused pain.
    I pressed my lips to his ear.
    "You saw everything I wanted you to see."
    It was the truth.
    I had wanted to drive that little boy wild
and I had succeeded. When he reached the branch I was on he had the
first erection I had ever seen in my life. It was so cute, but
weird too, scary, thrilling. I reached out my hand to him as he
inched closer to me and he offered no resistance as I pushed him
back.
    He was weak - weak for me - helpless, lost
and out of control.
    He fell backwards out of the tree and tumbled
down onto the soft brush below. Then he lay there staring up at me
in total confusion. I jumped down and landed easily beside him. I
never did have any problem getting into or getting out of that
tree. I stood there next him making sure he could see everything he
wanted to see as I spoke to him.
    'Thanks.' I said to him. 'I owe you one.' I
walked off and left him there but I couldn’t wait to see him again,
do the same thing to him all over again but when I got home from
school the next day there was no car outside their house and nobody
home. I waited for days, weeks, staring out my