Part 5 – Clarice’s discovery, and fantasy sort of comes true

Clarice’s aftermath of her first time

I was in a happy mood for a few days. My mom got suspicious with me, and my dad was just happy to see me happy. Mom did not really asked questions but she knew something was up.

Even though l was on the pill, l did not get pregnant as my period hit when it was supposed to. Although l was confident, it was still a relief.

Knowing perfectly well that me and Jack could never be in a relationship, he was constantly on my mind. I couldn’t wait to go sleep over at his place again, but it did not seem like it would happen soon. I kept replaying the evening in my head. I had so many orgasms at home, and even at school, because of this.

As strange as it can be, l started to notice that l was being noticed. Some guys started to see me, and some teachers-personnel too.

At the end of the week, the sexual cravings were less intense. Jack wasn’t ALWAYS on my mind and l could think about something else.

Sara knew about me having sex. I never told her with whom, but l think she figured it out by herself. I recapped the whole evening and next morning to her. She was jealous, but in a good way. She wished she lived that with older guys. I told her she just need to find the right one. She said she will “look around”.

We were slowly coming at the end of September when l decided to stay home instead of going to school. I had a headache and l needed to lie down. My parents wouldn’t know since they leave to work before l go to school, and coms back way after l am back home.

So l was really surprised and scared when l heard the front door open upstairs, and some walking happening above my head. I hid in the blankets. I could hear voices and words. It was my mother, at the house, at lunch time. But the man talking was NOT my father. After a while, l realized it was Bob!!!

Bob and my mom?!?

My mother told him that it was okay that no one was home (if she only knew…), and that they had to be quick if they wanted to go back to work after their lunch break. I could hear the footsteps upstairs going into the main bedroom.

I did not know what to think at this point. I was hoping this was not a hook up, but l am afraid l will be disappointed.

Shoes hit the ground upstairs. Then you could hear clothes hit the ground, with a sharp sound which might be a belt buckle. Then they climbed the bed. And then l could hear it going back and forth.

I became really angry. I was thinking of my father. Then l was angry because l could hear my mother moan and scream, which is not a sound l want to hear, nor an image l want to have. Then, for some reason, l was angry that Bob was not doing ME instead of her! This went on for about 10 minutes and then it stopped. No sound for a few minutes. Then movement. I think they are done?

Five minutes later there was walking in the house, and then the front door opened and closed. And then nothing…

I waited for at least 15 minutes just to be sure no one was here. And l haven’t heard a thing. So l got up.

What just happened? What will happen is now another question… l was having a mixture of anger, disappointment, sadness, and evil thoughts.

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A few weeks went by since the day l decided to stay home. My parents were preparing to go away to one of those couples retreat for a weekend. I came back from school. No babysitting this weekend. But since l was by myself, l was planning some fun time with just me.

Tonight, later in the evening, l will put some adult films (l manage to find a way to record the rentals with our two VHS recorders), oil myself up, and fuck myself with a nice english cucumber. I need good orgasms. When the time came, l was spread out on my couch, movie playing, veggie in me, other hand on the clit. I was stroking the cucumber in me.