Clementine
My sister is struggling with major decisions and here I am, spoiled and pissed off at not being allowed to go out.
I miss my friends.
Being allowed to go to the Mall.
Or, to everyone's surprise, go to school.
School is definitely better than being told you are not allowed to leave the palace. And after being brought up in a palace, it has for a long time become boring, daunting, and – well, yeah.
Sure, I do get to spend more time with mommy. And Ashley too. Oh, she is such a cutie! Only learning sign language to understand her is not something I find interesting, and well, I am getting impatient. Languages were never my forte. I love maths and science. Not the subjects you would expect a Royal to follow, like arts, politics, and all that.
I am supposed to be in class right now. But my sister and mother have ordered me back to the palace. I had to leave my friends and school. How am I going to finish my last few months of school? How am I going to tackle the last exams and projects?
There is no remote teaching in place. Not that I could find. And even the teachers were disgruntled at me for not attending when I requested copies of the course material to be emailed. The thing I like about them is, they don't give me special treatment. I am just one of the students.
So yeah, I am sitting in my suite, in tiny tight shorts and a cropped tee shirt, braless, and not caring one bit. Sulking and bored.
I am seventeen, so what!
I am spoiled. There, I am admitting it. I am spoiled! That is why I am dressed like this. Daring and being wild.
I actually wish there were boys here, so I could flash them. Just like I would do at school, more conservatively than I am dressed right now. No way would I be seen like this in public.
Heaven forbid I get caught on camera.
I mean, I am seventeen. Never been kissed. Let alone hold a boy's hand or be hugged.
Yeah, my dad – God rest his soul and shit, I miss him terribly. He made sure that with making my PPGs ever-so-present. Only Daddy didn't know that I am lusting over one of them.
Gavin.
Deliciously hot.
He makes my panties drenched.
And I mean actually mean that I drip in arousal most of the time around him.
I secretly love it when he tails me, when I head to swim, whether in the palace's private pool – which I make sure to wear a bikini which emphasises my body, or in the sea, where I wear a standard one piece.
Gavin.
What I would give to climb him. Six feet six tall, and twice my width. I am just peaking five feet four, with a 34 b-cup size. Slim hips and abs, as I like to go to the gym.
But, him! I felt his abs. Rippled. Hot. Tight!
I just want to peel off his shirt and run my hands over them. He puts the boys at school to shame.
And each night, I get busy imagining he is pleasuring me. Hey, don't blame me that I am horny as sick, for my bodyguard! Which, I would give anything to be stuck in a one-bedroom cabin alone with him, no phones, no nothing.
Scandalous! I know. Yeah, but my hottest wet dream. Ever since I read that romance book.
No one knows this, but I love him. There I admit it. I love Gavin.
And when he is sitting next to me in the car, I secretly slide closer to him, just letting his thick tight thigh touch my leg. I bite my lip to fight the shudder that wants to ripple through my body on contact. How I would give to be stuck on a deserted island with just him!
Urg! I need to use –
- and I run to my bedroom, close and lock the door, then here goes my hand, down into my panties and I am frigging myself into another orgasm, groaning as I imagine Gavin is touching me.
Fudge!!!
One is not enough and I am riding my third as I cry out. "Oh, Gavin! Oh Yes! Gavin! Oh god Gavin! Right there! Yes!" and as it crests and I am arched high, almost contortionist styled, with my pants and panties off, fingers frigging my hole frantically.
Only then, I collapse back on the bed, do I open my eyes and freeze.
Oh crappers!!
I am panting madly, but my brain registers I am not alone. My right-hand fingers are still down there. I am drenched from the tidal wave I blew. And yet, there, at my bedroom door, is the very man I have been fantasising about, staring at me, where my fingers are.
But I don't shield away. I should. I must. But I don't want to. I want him to see me. I want him to touch me. Heck, I want him to freck me. I bet he is big. Big enough to fill me, stretch me as I read in the books.
My fingers resume touching, frecking my pussy. I see him watch me. I see his eyes darken with lust for me. My other hand gropes my orange size perfect round breasts. I moan and call his name. He does not leave. He does not look away.
"Gavin. freck me," I plead.
He looks at my face as I watch him. Unmoving. But I don't stop. I can't stop.
"Take it out. Fist yourself," I tell him, gasping as he does it, unzipping his pants and pulling out the biggest dick I ever have seen – and I have only seen a few small ones on the internet when I dared to search. I watch him slide his hand up and down it. I want to touch it. But I don't move. Just play with my body, while I watch him.
Just as I grow flustered, I watch his hand slide faster and faster over him. I bolt from the bed and fly at him. He grabs me and we turn. My back hits the closed door and he sinks into me, stretching me to my max as I cry into his mouth.