INICIAR SESIÓNClaireWith no information on where we were going tonight, it made it harder to know how to dress. Andy had given me enough clues to know that it would be somewhere special, though, so I felt the need to get fancy.I'd bought a long, black, sparkly dress on sale a month earlier and had been waiting for the perfect occasion to wear it. The spaghetti straps crisscrossed at the back, holding the dress in place without me having to worry about constantly pulling the straps up.I loosely curl my dark hair and pin back the front pieces, letting my tenth fall down my back. I spritz myself with the sweet-scented perfume that Andy got me for Christmas and step into my silver heels.Andy had chosen to wear a long-sleeved, white button-up shirt, black dress pants and a navy blue tie. He hates wearing a tie, even though he has to put one on every day for work. He was wearing it for me because he knows how sexy I think he looks when he's dressed up.His eyes go wide when he sees me coming down the
Claire7 Years LaterChanging out of my scrubs and back into my own clothing felt like a mammoth effort. I was exhausted and looking forward to just crawling into my bed and sleeping off the horrendous night shift. Brixton Regional Hospital may be smaller than the major hospital in Claremont, but that didn't stop the influx of emergencies we get every day.Normally, I'd get a chance to doze throughout the night, in between one chaotic trauma and the next, but last night was hectic. The older doctors joke that the full moon increases the crazy activity, and after last night, I was beginning to believe that this wasn't a joke at all. Especially when a guy was admitted with a knife lodged in his head.I wouldn't give up my job for anything, though. I loved the excitement of surgery to never trade it for any other job.My entire body ached, from my tired, heavy feet all the way up to my hair follicles. Every step I took felt like I was sinking deeper into quicksand. The exit appeared like
Andy"Your Honour, over the past year, I've come to know Andrew quite well. I'll admit, at first, I painted him as just another thug who would sooner or later offend again. I wrote him off, assuming he'd eventually end up in prison ." The detective's assessment of me is an unexpected punch to the gut. I knew he didn't like me when we first met, but I had no idea he thought I was destined to end up behind bars. "Then I got to know him and I soon realised that Andrew was not a book that you could judge just by scanning the cover. He proved himself extremely intellectual, driven and determined to turn his life around."Judge Shepard pauses to jot down notes after the detective has finished speaking, and I'd give anything to be able to read what she wrote."I'm curious about how you came to cross paths with Mr Stephenson? Why was a detective looking to a man who had a record?" The judge's tone is accusing, like she believes that the detective is hiding something, because why else would he
AndyDetective Layton's confidence in me winning today helped settle my nerves. He was ready to back me all the way because he believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself.My parents were watching outside the courthouse, along with Veronica, Sam, Claire, Gabby and Nate. I know Ed would have been here too if he weren't on his honeymoon. My mother had insisted that I wear the suit I bought for Ed's wedding, even though it was a warm day and I was sweating like a waterfall.Claire came running up to me as Detective Leyton and I approached the courthouse steps. Her floral sundress was bright and cheery, which I hoped was a positive omen for the day. She'd been my lucky charm since we got together, helping Ed and me sort out our friendship. I know she couldn't stand beside me in the courtroom, but having her in the same room was all I needed."How are you feeling?" She asks me. We were up most of the night, texting back and forth until the early hours, so she understands where my
AndyEvery year, my mother announces on the first day of Spring that it's the season of new beginnings, and this morning was no different. I usually just roll my eyes and mutter under my breath that Spring will be just like every other fucking season, but today I wanted to have faith in her prediction.The last time I stood in front of a magistrate, I was shit scared that I'd be sentenced to prison for my crime. I pleaded guilty and held my breath as the judge handed me a lucky break in the form of a good behaviour bond. I promised not only myself but also my parents that I'd keep my nose out of trouble, that I'd attend the school I openly mocked for years, and I'd never, ever do anything that would land me in Claremont Courthouse again.I was breaking that last promise, tempting fate to have my record dropped. I thought it would be a simple win or lose, either the judge would review my case, taking into account my school attendance and grades, then make the decision to wipe my record
ClaireUpon hearing this, a smile spreads across his face, and I can feel him growing harder, and I massage him over his pants."You're more than just a fantasy, you're my everything." He tells me. I unbuckle his belt and slip my hand inside his pants, my fingers gripping around his shaft as I slowly stroke him."Tell me what you fantasised about while you watched me." I purr in his ear as he undoes the button on his pants and lets them fall to the floor. He pushes his briefs down and gives me full access to his glorious dick."I imagined what your tits would be like, but my fantasy was nothing compared to the reality, you're so perfect." He groans, closing his eyes. His hips thrust gradually as I pump him, getting faster. "I had no idea what sex felt like, but I still imagined being inside you, fucking you."My panties are soaked, and I want him so badly. I guide him back towards the bed, a bed I never imagined I'd be fucking him in."Why just dream about it when you can have it," I







