CLAIM ME
By
Vivian
Wilde
Copyright ©
2015 Vivian Wilde
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Claim Me (Claim Me, Book 1)
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Chapter
1
Misty’s sleepovers were always something to look forward to every Friday
night. Her parent’s house was gigantic and they had all the amenities thirteen
girls could possibly need. However, that didn’t stop some from having to go
upstairs almost every sleepover.
They’d make up some silly excuse, saying the good bathroom was upstairs
or they needed a refill on pop. But upon return, they looked more overjoyed
than fizzy soda and a relieved bladder could give them. That’s because Mr. Taykey, Misty’s dad, had deflowered four of them the moment
they stepped upstairs.
To my astonishment, none of them were ashamed of it.
“Shhh, shhh,” Gina
said, looking around to make sure Misty wasn’t in ear shot. “Misty doesn’t
know!”
“Wait, no, I don’t believe it,” I said, sitting atop of my folded legs.
“Oh, bee-lieve,” Gina said, emphasizing with
huge eyes. “I can still feel the way he stretched me. He’s like the size of a
cucumber, no joke.”
“Yeah, rumor says that he impregnated Tasha,” Ashley said. “That’s why
her parents don’t allow her to come here anymore. They thought boys were
crashing Misty’s sleepovers. Little did they know….”
I had to walk away. This was too much information to take in. Mr. Taykey, the man who brings us popcorn and lets us rent
anything we want on DVR? Surely not. He’s so nice. Then again, he does have
dreamy eyes every time a girl accidentally bends over or bounces her breasts a
little too much.
Why hadn’t I heard of this before? No one told me. I guess I was the
least desirable out of the thirteen of us.
“Chill, Lily,” Gina said. “You aren’t going to snitch on us, are you?”
“No, of course not,” I said. But deep down inside, I was jealous that I
still had my V-card and they had lost theirs. Not to sound like a typical
outcast, but they may have pretty faces but their souls were dark. Mom always
told me good girls go farther in life, but I guess that’s because they just
finish last. Literally.
From the moment the gossip group broke up and Gina took Ashley to ‘clean
up,’ I made it a goal tonight to have Mr. Taykey. I
wanted to see what all the hype was.
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At eleven o’clock, tears began to strike my face. I don’t know if it was
my exhaustion or the jealousy, but I made an excuse that the pizza hadn’t set
well in my stomach and I didn’t want anyone else to suffer by using the
downstairs bathroom. The girls, through their pinched noses and oh-so-gross
faces, let me go.
Only Gina and Ashley had suspicions but they didn’t say anything. As for
the other mystery girl who’d lost her virginity to Mr. Taykey,
I wasn’t sure who it was and I couldn’t tell by the expressions returning my
predicament.
I hobbled up the stairs, the closer I got to the top door the more my
knees shook. I couldn’t hear anything in the distance and wondered if Mr. Taykey had already gone to bed satisfied tonight. That
would a disappointment. But four orgasms in four different pussies? I would be
exhausted too.
My hand met the knob and I eased it open. My eyes met a dark kitchen to
the left, and an even darker living room to the right. Shutting the door behind
me, I listened for any sign of activity. Vacant, just like between my thighs.
Tears clawed at the backs of my eyes once again. In order to busy
myself, I retreated to the upstairs bathroom, making my lie a truth now.
In my blurry vision, my hand somehow found the faucet knobs. I splashed
water on my face and quieted my sobs. Even with the door closed and the water
running, girls were sneaky. They’d hear in they tried hard enough.
I squeezed my eyes shut so the soap couldn’t seep
in and felt for the towel hanging at my left. That’s when I first heard it – a
breathing that wasn’t my own.
The towel steadied against my face at the same time a deep breath
consumed another pair of lungs.
I jolted upright and locked eyes with no other than Mr. Taykey, cock dangling out in the open by the shower.