Too Broke For Afterlife

SMUT AHEAD

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"Happy Birthday, baby."

Isabella looks down at me, lying on the bed. 

I look into her green almond-shaped eyes. Bedroom eyes as I like to call them. No matter how she is feeling, there is always something longing inside of them. Something sinful. Something tender.

Red painted lips are curled into a cheeky smile. The soft dimples are showing, making her cheeks appear full and supple.

My gaze wanders over the powdered straight nose until I'm back at her eyes.

"What are you looking at?" she whispers and I feel her breath stroking my skin.

"You."

"Gosh, you're sweet."

She pushes a strand of my hair out of my face. I take it into my own hand to look at it.

It's blonde. Now what does that mean?

I had dyed it brown when I moved to NYC, what is my subconscious trying to tell me?

"I think we are all alone." She bites her lower lip and I watch as the white teeth dig into the thick sensitive flesh.

My head turns to examine my surroundings. Immediately, I recognize the room.

"This is…"

The light blue curtains are drawn and on the black dresser is a pile of magazines. Sports, fashion, celebrities. All the stuff I used to read.

A pair of trainers is standing on the white fluffy rug in front of my bed.

"This is my old room at my parents' place."

I turn my head to the other side. My closet with the mirror built into it. I look right back at myself and Isabella who is still sitting on top of me, waiting.

Her blonde hair is tied together in a big messy bun and she is wearing a short blush pink dress. I can see all of her curves clearly and my heart slowly starts beating faster.

I myself am wearing sweatpants and a simple shirt. And no bra.

"Baby…" Isa purs. 

"We're alone? Are you sure?"

I look at her grinning. She tilts her head and a strand of hair falls into her face.

"Your family left just a minute ago to do some birthday shopping. Your mom said they won't be back before lunch."

"You spoke to my mom?"

"Yes, she is lovely."

Isa's hand slowly glides under my shirt. 

"But she looks nothing like you. Are you adopted?"

Her hand reaches the bottom of my chest and I feel my skin responding with goosebumps.

"People usually say I look more like my dad."

Isa smiles. "You must have a very pretty dad." Then she leans down to kiss me. 

I let the tongue glide into my mouth without any hesitation and feel how the wet warm paralyzes my taste buds. 

In fact, each of my senses is vibrating.

My hands dig themselves into her hair and I fumble to pull out the hair tie. 

Long, straight blonde strands fall down over her shoulders and tickle my skin.

"You're so beautiful," I mumble, not wanting to interrupt the making out session for longer than necessary.

"Never stop telling me that." Isabella smiles into the kiss. Then she pulls the shirt over my head. 

The cold air brushes over my torso and I shiver.

"Are you cold? Don't worry, I'll warm you."

She leans down to kiss my neck and I use the chance to grab her ass.

Wow. Whatever data package Lexa had downloaded, it's really working. I hardly have to do anything, Isabella does everything on her own.

I sigh happily.

Nox had told me to stop and not return but who could blame me? She was just overreacting.

"Remember when I first watched you perform? You sang Glory Box."

"Yes. You love that song, don't you?"

"I do."

My hands grab the straps of her dress and I smile into her cleavage.

Isabella's voice is soft as she quietly sings. 

"Give me a reason to love you."

I push the straps off her shoulders and pull the dress down a bit.

"Give me a reason to be…"

The bra she is wearing unlocks in the front and I grab the small hook. 

"...a woman."

The bra falls onto the floor and Isa is back sucking on my neck, this time with more eagerness.

I moan as her chest presses against mine.

I used to envy girls with bigger boobs and sometimes felt like a teenage boy with hardly any curves whatsoever. But today I am thankful because these looks landed me a woman like Isabella. 

I don't understand how or why but to her my body is perfect in every way.

The tomboy and the milf. Someone should write a book about that. (Oh, wait.)

"What do you want to do, baby? It's your birthday so you can choose."

"Something new. But I don't know what."

"Let me think."

Isabella looks around a bit and then pulls open the drawer of her nightstand. 

She goes through the things and I'm not sure what she is looking for until I suddenly remember something.

All blood shoots into my head but it's too late to stop her.

"What is this?"

Isabella pulls out a box I had completely forgotten.

"Still wrapped."

"Put it back."

"Why?"

I try to grab the box but Isa holds it above her head.

"You said you wanted to try something new."

"Yes but not...this."

Isa chuckles. "What's wrong with a vibrator?"

"Dude, a friend bought it for me years ago. I never used it, I don't even know how."

Finally I get a hold of it and press it against my chest.

"But I do. You'd like it. A lot."

I don't respond and look away.

Isabella giggles again. "Are you embarrassed?"

"Yes."

"Judy…" She leans closer. "I know you inside and outside. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

I hesitate, the cold plastic package in my hands.

This vibrator...it's here for a reason. My subconscious made Isa find it. 

Deep down I want this. And right now I'm trying to fight my longing with thoughts.

Even in my own dreams I'm jammed and shy. 

Goddammit, Judy! None of this is real. It's just a beautiful fantasy, don't be a f*cking pussy.

I look at the white box. 

"Does it hurt?"

Isa smiles at me. "You've had sex with a man before."

F*ck. Michigan. I had completely forgotten about him. My body tenses up.

"This feels wrong."

But her hands are already grabbing my sweat pants and pulling them down.

"You'll enjoy this so much."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

She presses two fingers between my labia and I can feel the warmth through the thin fabric of my thongs.

I moan.

My stomach shivers and I take her hand to press it down deeper. 

"Do you have lube?"

In real life I don't but I tell Isa to check the drawer.

Then I close my eyes.

I feel how every single bit of my body is tense and ready. Ready to be fucked.

I take a deep breath and let the oxygen flow through me. My ears detect the sounds of Isa unwrapping the vibrator but I don't dare to look. I'm still embarrassed.

"Oh this is a cute one!"

"Mhm."

"Not as cute as you of course."

She plants a kiss onto my cheek, then I hear the vibration. She must have switched it on.

Without checking if I'm ready, Isabella positions the toy at my entrance and then starts pushing. 

The cold lube causes my muscles to pull together but I take another deep breath in order to relax again.

Inch by inch the buzzing takes over my insides, making them vibrate all throughout and I quickly put a hand in front of my mouth to stop any sounds from escaping my mouth.

"How does it feel?"

I don't answer and instead focus on the heat, pulling all the way up to my stomach. 

Still with closed eyes, I carefully extend my hand down between my legs to feel what is going on.

My vagina is completely swollen and sore. In the best possible way.

My fingers wrap themselves around the toy. I feel like the vibrations start growing and I start shaking.

A moan escapes my mouth.

"Fucking hell."

"It's good, isn't it?"

Isa's hands glide under my ass, grabbing the cheeks.

"It's better than a real dick, isn't it?"

I can't answer as I'm too busy moaning.

Maybe, maybe it is. But I think that's mostly because of Isa. Without her it wouldn't even be half as fun.

The swollen skin sits tightly around the vibrator and I feel my lust reaching the highest point.

That's when I suddenly hear the front door opening downstairs.

I stare at Isa.

"What…"

I can't speak properly with how strongly the thing is vibrating inside of me.

"Ssh."

She holds her hand in front of my mouth and smiles calmly.

"Let's not get caught by your parents."

Oh, genius idea!

I bite onto my lips as I squint my eyes.

"Here, squeeze my hand."

I quickly do as Isabella tells me and manage to suppress my moaning by basically crushing her fingers with mine.

My vision goes dark for a second as my insides pull together with incredible force. My spine arches into the air as I press my head into the pillow.

I orgasm in complete silence.

Footsteps are coming up the stairs. "Judy? Are you awake?"

I look at Isabella, breathing heavily. She carefully pulls the vibrator out of my vagina and then leans down to kiss me.

A knock against the door.

And then I wake up.