Lilac

by B.B. Reid

“If I tell you, will you back off?” “Sure.” “I mean off me. I can feel your dick, dude.” “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. What I am is waiting.” She let out a long groan before fidgeting. “It’s been a while, okay?” Interesting. “What are we talking? Days? Weeks? What?” She refused to look at me, which made my heart rate rise. “Months?” When she didn’t respond, I wondered what that meant until she shuffled her feet again and wrinkled her nose. My jaw dropped, making her wince and confirm the conclusion my mind had already drawn. “Are you telling me that you haven’t been fucked in years?” “It’s not a big deal.” “Oh, but it is. It’s a huge deal. Gargantuan. Monstrous. Enormous. How did this happen?” I sounded as if someone had told me the world was going to end in three days. If I wanted inside Braxton before, I was foaming at the mouth to fuck her now. I wanted to howl at the moon over her poor, neglected pussy.