That's the last one I have right now but I am still working on the next one. If I get it finished tonight, I will have it uploaded before bedtime. If not, it will be one of three chapters I hope to get finished tomorrow. Aurora's outfit will be uploaded in a few minutes on my f...b... page, Author Lunar Dawn.
I had the alarm set for six so I could get a shower so when it blared in my ear, I quickly shut it off and grabbed everything I needed up in my arms and locked myself in the bathroom. The scalding hot water felt great and was just the wake up that I needed to start the day.When I hopped out, I dried my body off and applied my lotion and deodorant before sliding into my bra and panties. I chose a black, loose fitting shirt with three-fourth flare sleeves that had a lace contrast panel around the elbows. It had a v-neck cut with a modesty cinch at the breastbone. I tucked it into a pair of regular denim jeans with my favorite brown leather belt that I just couldn’t seem to pass up wearing this last week. It just made all of my jeans and outfits look better.I completed the look with one of the new pieces I had received from Barb yesterday for my birthday. It was a silver plated necklace that hung mid-neck. It had circle loop links with a small hearts spaced out on each side with a larg
“Let’s get you dressed and get back inside. I still want a little more time with you before I have to leave and I have one more present I haven’t given you yet. It’s actually the reason I came back over but I almost forgot about it with my mind on worshipping your perfect body but I think you will really like this present, too.”“Owen, you have spoiled me. Seriously, you have made this the best birthday ever. You don't have to get me anything else. You’re already the best boyfriend in the whole wide world.”He kissed me again. “You deserve it. I want to give you the world, Aurora.”“I don’t need the world, Owen. I just need you.” I picked up my shirt from where it had been thrown to the side and pulled it over my head before grabbing my underwear and shorts and pulling them on while Owen grabbed his own shirt and pulled it back over those perfect muscles covering up that drool worthy chest.Once we were dressed, Owen pulled me to my feet and lifted me off of the mattress. He picked it
He kissed me again, plunging his tongue into my mouth, finding mine and dancing with it before he sucked and then nibbled it. His hands found my face again as he cupped my cheeks and poured every ounce of passion, every bit of emotion into the kiss that he could manage.“Gracie, I want you so bad, it’s killing me." He whispered against my ear as he picked me up. “I want you but I want it to be right, when you want it.”I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the strain in his jeans pressed against my core. I wanted him, too but the timing was not right. Not yet. It was still too soon and I knew that he knew this.“I want to ask you something, baby. You don’t have to be shy around me but I want to know. It’s okay if you have but I would love it if I am the first. Have you ever had an orgasm?” He looked into my eyes as he asked, searching my face.I shook my head, biting my lower lip. I was exactly one week into even knowing what a sexual awakening was. Everything I had felt and expe
Over the years, my birthdays were never a big deal. When she was alive, my grandmother would bake me a cake and make my favorite foods to celebrate. She would get me a few gifts, usually things I needed like a new pair of shoes or an outfit or two for school.After she passed away and I moved in with my mom, she would try to take me out for a nice dinner or something whenever she actually remembered my birthday. If she were sober during that time, she had no trouble remembering and it was actually kind of nice but there were years that she was so strung out that she didn’t even know where she was or what day of the week it was. Remembering her child’s birthday would have been way too much to expect.It took us celebrating Nate’s third birthday for Phil to realize I had lived with him for a year and a half without any mention of mine. When he asked why I never said anything, I just shrugged my shoulders and said that my birth had never really seemed like anything anyone wanted to celebr
It wasn’t the alarm going off on my phone that woke me up. It was a text message. As I lifted the phone, the screen lit up. It was five forty-five and the text was from Phil. I sat up in the bed, turned off the alarm and then opened it to read it.Phil: ‘Happy Birthday, Aurora. Wish I could have been there today but you’re probably better off that I’m not. Hoping to get this mess settled today and be heading home. Yesterday didn’t go so good. Will keep you posted. How’s Nate?” Me: ‘Thank you. Everything is fine here. Nate is good. I’ll let him know you miss him.” Phil: ‘Thank you. See ya soon.”I didn’t bother to reply. I reluctantly rolled out of bed and started getting dressed for the day. I had given a lot of though to my outfit that I wanted to wear today, seeking cute and comfortable. I had recently found a shirt that I loved at a thrift store but hadn’t had the chance to wear it yet and decided last night that it would be perfect for today.It was oatmeal in color with long sle
As soon as we got to school, Owen threw the console back and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him, kissing me with this need to show to me, prove to me that he wasn’t about to let me go. It was exactly what I needed to erase all of the doubts and fears from my mind. The kisses were not lust fueled but instead filled with emotion and this passionate demand, this critical insistence to deliver commanding reassurance of how he felt for me, how we felt for one another.My emotions overflowed until I couldn’t stop the tears that crept down my cheeks. Owen was safe enough for me to let my emotions break free. He pulled back to wipe them away as I gave him a bittersweet smile before collapsing against him, just needing to be as close to him as I could. I closed my eyes and just breathed in his cologne, relaxing against the masculine smell and the feel of his strong arms around my body.“You’re my girl, Gracie.” He whispered against my hair. “I’m not letting you go, come hell or high water.”
The next morning, I did the best I could to get both Nate and I dressed and ready for school without making a lot of noise. Barb and John were both used to being up late and sleeping in so I didn’t want to take any chances of waking either one. Thankfully, our room was downstairs and their bedroom was upstairs so that made it a little easier to move around quietly without worrying about waking them.Owen texted to let me know he was on his way to get us. It was something I was so thankful for since he was literally having to drive out of his way to do this. I knew he didn’t mind but it was just another thought as to the reasons why I needed to get my own vehicle. I couldn’t rely on other people and there would be times that Owen wasn’t available so I needed to get a plan in motion as quickly as I could to secure transportation.Owen was in a good mood when he picked us up, scooping me up with a big hug and kiss in the driveway. Nate had seen us kiss and hug over the weekend but he stil
The bed was comfortable but nothing like the spoiling Nate and I had both received the last week at Marshall Manor. I knew it was totally unfair to keep comparing everything to our experience there but it was still fresh so it was so hard not to. Regardless of my snotty inward thoughts, I was forever grateful to Barb and John and just having a bed and a roof over my head right now was the biggest blessing.I had put Nate to bed around eighty-thirty and then told Barb I was going to head over to the apartment and work for a couple hours until I was ready for bed. She asked if I needed help but she was snuggled up with John on the couch so I told her no and to just text or holler at me if Nate woke up.Barb’s instructions had been pretty straightforward with all of the boxes. Go through them, take out anything that I wanted or could use in the apartment and then box up everything else for her to sort through. If she wanted it, she would box it up again for keeping in the new storage they
I remember this feeling all too well. This uneasiness, uncertainty. It’s like I can’t escape it. It follows me wherever I go, just lurking beneath the surface and out of reach. I even felt it that first night at Owen’s. The only reason it didn’t rage like a wildfire out of control was that I never fell under the scrutiny of his parents. It was still there, though. The feeling that made it easy to move from Phil’s house. That feeling of knowing it wasn’t my home, not really. I was just a guest. I was always just the guest.The feeling started not long after my grandmother passed away, when I first moved in with my mother. She was shacking up with this guy that she dated before she met Phil. He was a total jerk face and made sure he mentioned to my mother daily, in front of me, that he hated kids and he wasn’t anybody’s daddy. Not that I wanted him anywhere around me to begin with. The man made my skin crawl so I was never more thankful than I was when she left him and we moved out.That