Chapter 3

Samantha woke up feeling refreshed. She got up and stretched her body, her eyes still closed, and when she opened them, the warm rays of the sun immediately greeted her. She smiled, saying, "Ah, the weather is so nice today."

She glanced at her cellphone on the bedside table when it rang. She grabbed her phone, and her smile widened when she saw a message from Alfred, greeting her with a 'Good morning' and 'I love you.'

She immediately replied to her boyfriend, greeting him as well. After sending her message, she made her bed, then left her room. She went straight to the kitchen, where she saw her mother cooking. She hugged her mother from behind and kissed her on the cheek, which surprised her.

"Don't surprise me like that," her mother said. Samantha only replied with a chuckle.

She walked away from her mother, going to the sink to wash her face and gargle. When she was done, she went back to her mother and looked at what she was cooking.

Her eyes lit up when she saw it. "Hotdogs!" she exclaimed.

Her mother smiled and shook her head. "You still act like a kid."

Samantha frowned. "Mom, hotdogs aren't only for kids," she answered.

Her mother laughed. "Whatever. Just sit over there. I'm almost done here," her mother said with a small smile on her lips.

"What about Dad?" she asked as she patiently waited for her mother to serve the hotdogs.

"He left just a little while ago. He said that there was something he needed to discuss with your Uncle Ron."

Samantha just nodded in reply and then started eating. After eating, she put away her plate, spoon, and fork in the sink. She also helped her mother clean their entire house. After cleaning their entire house, she decided to take a bath to clean her itchy body.

Samantha closed her eyes as she felt the cold water flowing over her naked body. She was washing her private area when her finger accidentally touched her clitoris, causing her to gasp in surprise.

She bit her lower lip. She was thankful that the soreness in her womanhood was finally gone. Another thing that she was thankful for was no longer having Damon in her life.

After their last conversation in the bathroom, Damon did not show up at the bar again, which surprised her. She'd thought that Damon wouldn't listen to her, especially after the last thing he'd said.

She just prayed that he really wouldn't ever come back. She didn't want her body and her life to get messed up again.

After taking a shower, she wrapped her naked and wet body in a white towel. And just when she came out of the bathroom, her cellphone rang.

She grabbed her phone, and a smile automatically pasted itself on her face when she saw that it was Alfred calling.

She happily answered the call. "Hey, babe!" she said with glee.

"Hey! Seems like you're not busy since you immediately answered my call. Or are you just that excited to hear my voice?" Alfred said from the other line, making her laugh.

"I had just come out of the bathroom when you called, so I answered right away. Why? You don't like it?" she said, pouting.

Alfred laughed. "I didn't say that. Of course I like it more than making me wait a few minutes, although I don't mind that either."

Even though she couldn't see Alfred, she knew that he was smiling as he talked. She sat on the edge of her bed and picked up the towel she had prepared. She turned on her phone's speaker, then put the phone down on her bed and started drying her hair.

"So, you just got out of the bath?"

She raised an eyebrow when she noticed the tone of Alfred's voice. Alfred sounded like he was teasing and seducing her.

"Yep. Why?" she answered, trying to sound calm even though she was already grinning.

"Nothing. So, where are you now and what are you doing?" Alfred asked in a steamy kind of voice.

Her grin widened. "Babe, do you want to have phone sex?" she asked boldly.

She heard Alfred gasp on the other line, which made her laugh. "You've ruined the moment! I was trying to set the mood! You should have waited for me to ask you that!" Alfred's complaining made her laugh even more.

She wrapped her hair with the towel and then finally climbed into her bed. She positioned herself in the middle, half of her body leaning against the headboard, then picked up her earphones, which were on the bedside table. She plugged them into her phone, then into her ears.

"Babe?" she called Alfred.

"What were you doing? Why did you take so long to answer?" Alfred asked.

"I was grabbing my earphones. I don't want Mom to hear your dirty words or your grunts and moans while we're having phone sex," she replied, grinning.

"Oh, is that so?" The seductiveness came back into Alfred's voice, and it made her grin even more.

"Yes. So, should I take my towel off now?" she asked, sounding as sexy as she could, trying to match Alfred's seductiveness. And what she did seemed to be effective because she heard Alfred's heavy breathing from the other line.

"Take it off," Alfred answered.

Samantha heard rustling on the other line, as if Alfred was doing something, and she already thought she knew what. Like her, Alfred was probably also looking for a good spot.

"Are you naked yet?" Alfred asked when he seemed to have settled.

"Yes, and I'm already touching my breasts," she answered, teasing Alfred.

"Babe…" Alfred said with a heavy sigh.

Samantha spread her legs wide as her left hand traveled down to her pussy. She touched her slit with her fingers, making herself gasp.

"W-what are you doing?" Alfred asked, his voice breathy.

"I'm touching my pussy," she answered as her right hand dropped down, following her left hand. She spread her slit with her right hand while her left hand touched her clit. Her ass lifted the moment her finger touched her clit. She felt like her body had been electrified. It started to get hot. Gradually, lust started to fill her body. Her breathing quickened as she started rubbing her clit, causing her femininity to become wet.

Her body got even hotter when she heard Alfred's loud breathing, which was accompanied by a small growl. She knew he was also touching his cock.

"Hmm…" she hummed as she continued rubbing her clit. Leaning her back against the headboard of her bed, she opened her thighs even more.

"Samantha…oh, God…" Alfred moaned on the other line.

Samantha slowly inserted two fingers into her womanhood. "Oh!" she moaned as she looked up and closed her eyes.

"Fuck!" Alfred grunted on the other line.

She pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy, her eyes firmly closed. Her toes sank into her bed as she continuously finger-fucked herself.

She tried to imagine Alfred. But for some unknown reason, she couldn't picture him, even though she could hear him moaning and groaning on the other line. Instead, a different image entered her imagination.

It wasn't Alfred. It was Damon.

Damon thrusting into her pussy wildly as she clung to his hands, which were on either side of her head. And with that image, her femininity became even wetter.

She tried to concentrate, tried to remember what Alfred's face looked like when he fucked her, but Damon's face, staring down at her eagerly, overtook her imagination.

She firmly bit her lower lip when her pussy clenched and tightened around her fingers. Instead of Alfred's moans and grunts, it was Damon's manly moan that she heard. Until she could only see Damon's face, only hear Damon's voice.

The heat of her body tripled. She could no longer understand herself. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about that man. She should be picturing Alfred, not Damon. But no matter how hard she tried to think about Alfred, she couldn't. Only Damon entered her imagination. Her body also seemed to be in cahoots with her brain, because instead of stopping, her fingers accelerated even more, pumping in and out of her femininity. She started losing track of where she was. She did not even notice when her elbow accidentally touched her phone, ending the call.

"Samantha…Samantha…"

Damon's voice sounded so clear, as if it wasn't just in her imagination. It was like he was really in front of her, pleasuring her and thrusting deep inside her.

Her whole body was already sweaty, her breathing fast and strong, and the speed of her fingers tripled.

She tried so hard not to call out Damon's name.

She was moving her fingers in and out of her pussy while her other finger rubbed her clit. Then her body started to convulse in pleasure as she finally reached her peak.

She was panting as she lay down on her bed. She closed her eyes, still trying to catch her breath. Only when her breathing had returned to normal did she open her eyes. But her forehead furrowed when she saw a man standing right in front of her.

"That was beautiful," said the man.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she heard that hoarse and masculine voice.

The voice was familiar. It was the voice she had prayed she would never hear again. But God didn't seem to have heard those prayers because Damon was now standing right in front of her, staring intently at her nakedness.

She was so shocked that she wasn't able to talk or move. She just stared at Damon's face for a long time before shaking her head.

She had to wake up from this daydream.

"What the hell are you doing, Samantha? Stop thinking about him! Stop it!" she whispered to herself in disgust.

But her mumbling immediately stopped when she heard someone chuckle. Her eyes looked up again only to see Damon, who was grinning at her.

Her heart beat so fast and loud when their eyes met.

"So, you were thinking of me?" Damon asked naughtily.

"Y-you're r-real?" she asked. She still couldn't believe that the man she had just masturbated to was now right in front of her.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Damon. And she felt like her breathing stopped entirely when he suddenly climbed on the bed and crawled towards her. He only stopped when their bodies were just a few inches apart.

"Do you want to touch me? Just to make sure that I'm not a figment of your imagination."

She held her breath as Damon's intense and fiery eyes dropped to her chest, then down to her womanhood. His grin widened. "Or do you want me to touch you instead?"

She didn't know what to do. She couldn't even cover her naked body. Only when she heard a knock on her bedroom door did she seem to wake up.

"Samantha? Are you done bathing?" her mother asked.

Out of panic, she suddenly kicked Damon's manhood and then pushed him, causing him to fall off the bed with a loud crash. He was about to groan in pain, but she immediately got down from the bed and covered his mouth.

"Samantha? What happened? Are you okay?" her mother asked worriedly.

She gave Damon a sharp and threatening look before looking back at the closed door to her room.

"I'm fine. I just dropped something," she immediately replied.

"Are you sure?" her mother asked, still worried about her.

"Yes," she answered quickly.

"All right. When you're done with what you're doing, come out quickly. There is someone I'd like you to meet."

"Okay!"

Only when she heard her mother's footsteps slowly moving away did she breathe a sigh of relief. It was only then that she removed her hand from Damon's face.

She closed her eyes as her breathing started returning to normal. But she immediately opened them again and turned to Damon when she heard him hiss. Frowning, she let her eyes follow Damon's, only to see him grabbing his crotch.

It was only then that she realized what she'd done. She'd kicked him in the groin!

"Damn you, woman. You're going to pay for this," Damon said, gritting his teeth. Samantha just smiled wryly.