I looked around again to make sure that nobody was coming. I blew the dust off the cover that said Devil High 96'. I cracked open the ancient book and searched through it. It was a small school so it didn't take me long to find Hudson. He was so young looking that it made me giggle. Under his name it stated: Most Likely To Succeed. I flipped through it some more until I came across a picture of Hudson running. He was in track & field just like me.
Footsteps came from the front door and I quickly put the book away and closed the box like it had never been touched.
“There's still more boxes, Sophia,” my mom said.
“Be right there,” I replied. I got up and joined the two of them back outside.
“What's your favorite dinner?” Hudson asked, taking another box out of the moving truck.
His question caught me off guard. “Uhhh, I guess pasta and meatballs.”
“Well how about I make it for us tonight to celebrate?”
“That would be great,” I said, picking up a box. Ever since my parents got divorced, my mom stopped cooking. Every night consisted of TV dinners or takeout. Having a real man around who could also cook was going to be amazing.
That night I made sure to wear my favorite outfit. A short skirt, knee-high socks, and a low-cut shirt. I wanted to impress Hudson right out the gate. I waltzed down the stair, letting the aroma of pasta fill my nose.
“The food smells incredible,” I said, entering the kitchen. Hudson was behind the counter frying meatballs in a pan. He had a green apron on that said Kiss The Cook. I wanted to desperately.
We sat around the table like an actual family and ate dinner. The food was fantastic and Hudson was even better. I couldn't even keep my eyes off him while we ate. I was afraid that my mom might notice but when I glanced at her, she was just as entranced with Hudson as I was. There was about to be a lot of competition between us.
That night, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep. I stared at the ceiling and thought about Hudson. His perfect skin and his luscious lips. I wondered how big he was. How could a girl sleep knowing that a hot guy like that was sleeping just down the hall. If my mom wasn't there I would sneak in and join him in bed.
I slipped my hand under the covers and past my bare my stomach. I hit my pubic mound and a surge of pleasure coursed through me. My fingers reached my fleshy hood and my back arched. I imagined Hudson coming into my bedroom in the middle of the night.
“I can't sleep, Sophia,” he said, joining me in bed. His hands were all over me in a second.
“Oh yes,” I whispered in his ear. I planted my lips on his as he held me in his arms. His musk infiltrated my nose and turned me on so much. His hand moved down my back until he found my big ass. He grabbed me hard and forced me closer to him. I could feel his pulsing cock pinned against me.
Back in my bed, I rubbed my clit around with my eyes shut tight. Just the thought of Hudson taking me, was making me incredibly wet. I penetrated my pussy with three fingers to simulate Hudson's massive cock. The ecstasy was intense.
“I've wanted you for so long,” he said in a deep and longing voice.
“Take me,” I begged.
Hudson spread my legs and shoved his entire length inside me. I moaned loudly as he pushed himself deeper and deeper.
I swirled my clit around until the pleasure hit its peak. I bit my bottom lip and clenched the bed sheets as my orgasm took control. My body quaked with ecstasy as my fantasy of Hudson became more and more real.
My muscles relaxed as my orgasm subsided. It was only the beginning.
I pictured Hudson pulling out his shaft and forcing me to my knees. “Taste me,” he ordered.
I opened wide and inserted his meat past my lips. Hudson held the sides of my head as he pushed and pulled his cock out of my mouth. His thrusts picked up speed until he was fucking my face hard.
“Swallow all my cum, you dirty girl,” he moaned.
His cock became engorged as he crammed it further down my throat. His fingers wrapped around my hair as he held on for dear life. His cock exploded in my mouth, sending gallons of his seed into my mouth.
My second orgasm went off like a bomb as I imagined drinking Hudson's hot and sticky cum. My skin was on fire with ecstasy. I shoved my face into my pillow to keep myself from screaming at the top of my lungs. When my legs finally relaxed, I peeled my fingers from my soaking wet pussy and tried to catch my breath.
That was the best orgasm I ever had.
My chest heaved up and down, my heart racing at a mile a minute. There was no turning back now. I had to do whatever it took to make Hudson mine.
“Sophia! Breakfast is ready,” Hudson called from downstairs.