Milan In Love

7

Luka

I rolled in my bed trying to get some sleep. It was two AM and my mind couldn't find peace. Fucking shit, tomorrow is tuesday

Sight, maybe white noise?

Nah.

Giving up on sleep, I open Instagram and the thing that gets my attention is Milan's story

When I open it I find a very suggestive picture of Milan in her bed in shorts that barely cover her ass and a white top, blowing kisses at the camera. those fucking lips.

My mind instantly goes back to the moment when I had her on my bed, naked, all wet and ready for me...

Before I could stop my dirty thoughts, my body temperature rose, blood was rushing to my dick. I'm not proud of that, but that photo... It was driving me crazy and the fact that she let her panties in my room after she left...

My hand moved almost involuntarily inside my pants, I took my dick and started moving my hand up and down it while I started at the picture.

My heart racing as I remember her on all fours in my bed, her pussy glistening with her arousal, just after her plump lips were around my dick; her sweet taste still in my mouth. the sweetest moans leaving her as I started rubbing my dick between her pussy lips and finally penetrating her.

Warm, wet and tight; her walls squeezing the fuck out of my dick but her arousal making it slick, what a sight it was to watch it roll down her thighs...

"Oh fuck" I couldn't help but say as I felt my high approaching.

Now I gotta clean this shit.

...

"Good morning Luka!" Said my father's wife as she saw me going down the stairs

I kept silent as I watched her feed her son. I went to the kitchen and started preparing my breakfast.

"Hey! She's talking to you." my dad yelled.

"Good morning Ana." I was forced to say in a monotone voice.

When I finished making my breakfast, I picked it up and planned to take it to my room until Ana said."Why don't you sit at the table with us?"

"I-"

"just sit with us." My father interrupts me.

Without protest I sit with them, but the incredible rage I feel in my chest is hard to ignore; so i close my eyes, breath and focus on eating my breakfast.

The baby starts to cry and my dad gets up to comfort him immediately, taking him in his arms and rocking him, Ana by his side talking to the baby to calm him down.

Fuck this shit.

I get up from the table, grab my car keys and my backpack.

"Doesn't school star later?" My father says, looking at me confused.

"I'm going to the cemetery to bring flowers to mom." I tell him. I can't deny it, there was some satisfaction in me when I saw his angry expression, he hated that I mentioned my mom in front of his wife.

Ana looked uncomfortable and that honestly made me feel better, but still,p spending time with my father always puts me in a bad mood.

As I head to the flower shop my rage grows, while the memories of everything my father did. How is it that my mother was the one who ended up in the cemetery and he's still alive? Why does he get to start a happy family after all the damage he did to my mother? To me? It doesn't make fucking sense.

"Fuck!" I stopped the car and took a deep breath. The rage in me getting overwhelming.

I had a joint somewhere.

When I finally find it I drive my car to the flower shop, I buy mom's favorite flowers; forget-me-not, before arriving at the cemetery.

Already there, I get out of my car, walk to her grave and leave the flowers on top of it.

I didn't have the energy to sit down and talk to her, there is a very particular pain in my chest that manifests itself every time I come to her grave, the same pain that I experienced at her death.

"Te extraño mucho." It's the only thing I can say before the tears flow. (I miss you so much.)

I head to my car with tears still running down my cheeks and when I'm finally there, I light up the joint and take a long drag.

I played some music while I smoked, The sunny day and the birds singing, however it was going to be one of those days...

Thirty minutes later my cell phone alarm started ringing, it was time to go to school.

...

I fucking hate chemistry, but today was more tolerable; the reason was Milan Asther's pretty ass, raising her hand to answer the questions that the teacher asks, the answer was correct every time.

I had never noticed how smart she really was, constantly giving correct answers, even when teachers underestimate her.

I guess at some point I got so focused on teasing her that I didn't realize how hot she was and now that I had her for one night, I want to have her for many more.

just to scratch the itch.

"Okay, please remember to bring your homework and study for the next tesgdt. Have a nice day." Said the teacher when the bell rang.

Outside of class I heard Tyler call me. "Hey, idiot, remember you have tutoring, you can't leave yet."

I threw my head back in annoyance. "I never go to those things anyway."

"well, you have to go."

"Why do you insist? You don't even go!"

"Why did you tell me to insist, don't you remember? Asshole." Oh. "Besides, I am an assistant tutor."

"who the hell is the tutor?"

"Milan Asther, I think."

I couldn't help but smirk. "why didn't you say that before?" I told him walking towards the library. I was definitely going to repeat that night.

Tyler looks at me confused, then says, "I never thought I'd see the day you'd be excited to see a girl again."

I shrug. "It was a good fuck."

"Or maybe you like her..." He said in a suggestive tone.

"I'd like to fuck her again, yes." I told him, completely ignoring his point.

"Yeah, keep lying to yourself."