* * * Chapter 4 * * *

Lilith:

Driving away in my car, I smile and sigh, having fulfilled my fantasy. Not only did I discover that Mark does indeed have a fat cock, but I actually got to take him inside me. It made me feel powerful to have control as I did. I had him under my thumb, and we did things the way I wanted. Suddenly the inside of my car feels too hot. I put my hand between my legs and remember that I am riding commando. I rub my finger over my outer labia as I drive. Instead of satisfying my need, my experience at Mark’s house only intensifies it.

Turning my car toward home, I don’t know what I can do with the rest of my evening. Robert’s not home, and I’m still horny. If Brad is home, maybe visiting with him will get my mind off sex and help me cool down. But if he went to Charles’s house, there’s a good chance he’ll be out until very late. Maybe I’ll draw a hot bath with lots of bubbles and candles and then get out that vibrator.

That sounds kind of sad.

I pull into the garage and shut the engine off. Entering my house it feels so empty and lonely. I go into the bathroom and turn the hot water on in the tub. The downstairs bath is the only one that has a tub, so I head upstairs to grab my favorite vibrator. Bath bubbles added to the tub fill the room with a clean, fragrant scent, and the multitude of candles illuminate it with a soft yellow glow. I turn on some sexy, slow jazz music and drop my dress on a chair as I step into the tub. Gliding down into the hot water and luxurious bubbles, I close my eyes with a sigh and enjoy the sensations.

Sleepiness settles over me as I relax. A smile comes to my lips as I reminisce about my evening in Mark’s house. I can hardly believe that I pulled it off. I practically led that brute around by the nose. Should I continue to flirt with him at work? Oh yeah. It will be even more fun now that the ice has been broken. My reverie is shattered as the bathroom door swings wide and Brad steps in. I’m not sure who is more startled— Brad or me. Looking down at myself, I see I am adequately covered by all the bubbles. My skin has a golden glow, in the candle light, contrasted by dark shadow. The contrast between light and shadow enhancing the softness of my feminine form. The round globes of the tops of my breasts are just visible. Relieved, I smile at Brad and ask, “Don’t people knock anymore?”

His eyes roam over me, seeing what he can see, and he shoots back, “I think that went out about the same time people stopped locking the door when they go into the bathroom.”

“Touché,” I reply, embarrassed. “I didn’t expect you home before midnight. Was everything okay? Didn’t you have a good time?”

“It was OK,” Brad says without enthusiasm. He looks from me to the floor beside the tub. My eyes follow his line of sight, and I see the large dildo vibrator lying unused on the bathroom floor. Too late to do anything about it now. Without saying a word about the embarrassing item lying on the floor, he steps to the toilet and unzips. He does not usually urinate in the bathroom when I am present. It takes him a moment to get a stream started, but when he does, it sounds like a fire hose.

I have not seen Brad’s cock since he passed puberty. Of course I’ve seen the bulge in his pants, but now I have a good view of the real thing while he urinates. It is a really nice piece— more girth than his father’s.

“Charles’s sister. No interest, huh?”

Brad glances at me with a look of exasperation. He must be holding out hope to get back together with Linda. He is nothing if not loyal. “I didn’t fuck her, if that’s what you mean,” he replies sarcastically. He shakes the last few drops from his penis, puts it back in his pants, and bends to flush the commode. I imagine him pushing his cock roughly into a tight, young pussy. Then I imagine him ramming rapidly in and out and moaning. He has the cutest moan when he sleeps.

“Well, you’re a good-looking guy. Don’t be discouraged. Linda will probably come crawling back to you when she’s had enough of inferior guys. She’d be crazy not to. There are lots of pretty girls who would love to have a piece of you,” I say, consoling him and hoping to crack open a window to think about someone other than Linda.

“You’re not getting enough?” Brad nudges the dildo on the floor with his toe.

“Huh?” I ask before looking down to see what he is talking about. “Oh,” I say, blushing. I had already forgotten about that. Since the dildo is waterproof, I grab it and dump it in the tub with me, getting it out of sight.