Laci Pt. 02

The second part to my story of Laci Carver. All feedback is appreciated.

-Laci, part 2-

I needed to find my self-control.

A week after I tasted Ralph, it was still hard to focus around boys, no matter the type. I dreamt wild fantasies of a different one every night; wandering down the beach with Peter, my hazel eyes getting lost in his baby blues. Sneaking up on Mohammed in the kitchen, wrapping my arms around his plump waist from the back, his caramel skin stark against my vanilla ice cream tone. Derrick and I gasping in unison, his dark hands pulling the headboard as I thrust deep inside. He'd writhe in overwhelming pleasure, sweat dripping off my breasts and onto his chiseled abs.

"Laci..." his deep voice trailing off, convulsing, unable to focus as my meaty cock rearranged his insides over and over. The soft clap between us getting louder, his legs on my shoulders, preventing his escape as I poured my love into-

BANG BANG BANG! A thunderous series of impacts at my door shot me into consciousness.

"Laci?!"

My father's low rumble of a voice contrasting his heavy bedroom door attack, "You've got 23 minutes before you miss the bus, young lady. What's going on?"

I grunted softly as I rotated right side up from my perpendicular sleeping spot, planting my feet on what felt like my blanket, balled up on the floor. "Sorry, I...I-uh overslept." I squeaked as I wiped the crust from my eyes. Only there was more than usual.

I exhaled the slowest "Awwww" as I examined the results of yet another wet dream; my own dried spunk decorated my left eyelid, inside and across my lips, and a chalky glob along my Alien Vs Predator t shirt.

"Been forever since you were late to school," bellowed my dad, his voice now further at the stairwell. "Sure you're good?"

Tossing my long hair back with a nod, I stood up slowly and curled my toes. "Yeah, I got this. Thanks DAD." My voice cracking at the last word, I stretched, yawning down at the culprit of my morning mess.

There was my cock, still half-mast like a broad hot dog, poking out of my sweatpants fishing lure style. I tried to recall when I even pulled it from my pants last night as I swayed my hips back and forth dramatically on the way to the bathroom. I grinned at the gross dried frosting along the tip, shaking my head slowly.

"Not sure if it's my fault or yours" I chuckled in a low voice to my dick. "Hormones need to chill, that's all I know."

Flicking the bathroom light on, I couldn't help but bare my teeth and hiss, giving the mirror my best Xenomorph impression. I scrunched my caked nose, wiggling my tongue wildly, then stopped. For reasons I couldn't pinpoint, seeing my tall, pimpled forehead hit me with a realization. I was losing my self-control.

Since that field trip, my grades had slipped from steady A's to B's. I was skipping most of my self-care routine, leaving my chipped nails unclipped and my dark brown locks matted and barely brushed. My muscles all over felt tight from the lack of my usual gym routine. I was further solidifying my title as Weirdo, zoning out sometimes mid-convo. I even walked face first into 2 lockers in one day, startled by the "Haha no way's" and "WTF's" of my classmates. All because of my newfound allure for, what some called, "nookie".

I reached over to warm up the shower without breaking my mirrored gaze, staring back at me accusingly. My late Grandma C's words rang in my head as I pulled my shirt off.

"You can be as peculiar as you want, Laci. Life will bend accordingly, if you are your best self as well."

Pulling my shirt off felt like a curtain rising at a refreshed Laci Carver. I truly enjoyed learning. I was always excited at how far I could go; absorbing knowledge like a sponge to sharpen my skills at a real college of my choice. Technology was the future, and I wanted to lead the charge someday.

As the thick steam of intense water showered over me, I reexplored myself.

My thin lips and arrowhead chin, although sprinkled with red pimples, were just so darn cute. Strong, milky shoulders flowed into established biceps, lightly creased and long, neighboring my 34C's that seemed to point at the sky with pink nipples like laser pointers. A soft, slight pudge of a belly was barely hourglassed by ample hips that grazed my inner elbows, which rained down with blue lightning veins through my toned forearms. Wide, almost ashen palms draped by bony snakes I called fingers; slender and extended, they would make the Wicked Witch proud, each complimented by a claw-like nail, black as a starless sky.

Still covered in suds, I folded the lengthy troublemaker between my legs into a U, the white mushroom head looking up at me.

"You...are not in charge", I whispered, my dark brown hair enveloping my face in clumps as I looked down. "You hear me?" I got no response from my saturated dick. I grinned triumphantly, a loud PLOP as it hit my runner's thighs, resuming my quick morning cleansing.

Making it just as the bus pulled up helped strengthened my good vibes. Ditching the usual baggy tee and b-ball shorts, my outer features were also revitalized; A bold, pink sleeveless top that ended a bit above my exposed bellybutton. Baggy, low-waisted jeans that crinkled right above my smooth calves, as well as my favorite all white Chucks, with just a hint of dust around the soles. I glided into 1^st period meeting anyone's gaze with a grin and coaxing a chuckle from Peter, his blue eyes fixed as I sat at my desk.

"Hmm looks like someone decided to shower!" he bickered at me, a resounding giggle from the other students. "What's the occa-"

"Hush."

My return-fire lured a wave of "Oooooh"s and "Okay!"s from the class, spinning Peter to rapidly face forward. I was ready to own this day!

My mental to-do list was already set; After piloting the afterschool tutor meeting, I'd grab a few light novels from the library, knock-out an hour gym session, then end the day in the tub. I was ready for anything.

***

The name's Derrick Lagos, and I'm pretty damn good at quite a few things...just not the ones involving numbers.

Whoever added letters and such to math was cackling in their grave for sure. Turning back to page 1, I wiped my forehead and sighed heavily, my fingers tapping my short black curls. Why couldn't I just write an essay? Or short story? Almost as many letters as this formula anyway.

"What you doin' in the library, Derrick? You know you can't read."

Pushing up my glasses, I looked up to see my boy Landis smiling, his tight braids and Monster Energy hoodie approaching as our hands clasped.

"Bro I gotta keep pretending." I said, adjusting my watch as I leaned away from the world's worst Pre-Calc book. "If the ladies knew I still use crayons..."

A moment passed before we both erupted in wheezing laughs, short-lived by a sourceless "SHHHH!" that seemed to echo from everywhere. Landis winced, then leaned towards me, still jovial.

"Damn they don't play in here, huh? So, you gonna be online tonight?"

I tapped a ringed knuckle on the pages. "Wish I could, but finals are only a month away, ya know? Besides I know you don't have a third."

Landis' smile pulled to the left; his hands raised like a pleading car salesman. "I mean Bennett is down."

"Oh wooooow!" I fake-gasped. "Bennett is actually the worst. Hands down."

"Haha yeah, he does like 10 damage a game. Astonishing." He scratched his brow in bewilderment, then glanced at his phone. "There she is! Now my girl's waiting on me. How about that? Later, D." Our fingers grasped as Landis set off and I returned to my study attempt.

Two words into reading, however, and my peripherals spotted the tall chick from English class, straight staring at me from across the massive library table. Pressing my frames closer to my face, I locked eyes with her for a good 3 seconds before she shook her head from her trance.

She broke the silence with "Uh...hmm...I don't..."

"Funny, my brain makes the same noises when I look at numbers. Laci, right?"

"Yup!" Her ponytail swayed as she nodded, nervously shuffling around the table to approach. "Sorry, you caught me, uh, daydreaming."

"Oh? I'm flattered."

"Yeah." Was all I got as she stopped a few feet away, towering and frozen by her own lack of a response.

I smiled wide and laughed softly at her nervous energy, brushing off my jersey as I gave her a once over. She looked much cleaner than recent, showing off her strong calves and well-built forearms, clutching her backpack in front of her waist.

"Aren't you a tuto-"

"I like math. Oh sorry, you were speaking?"

I slowly shook my head and gestured to a chair adjacent to mine.

Collapsing into the seat, Laci reached a long arm to touch the Pre-Calculus pages. "Just remind yourself that it's Algebra and Trig put together. Not sure about your teacher, but Mr. Kemp's old practice tests separated them pretty well."

As her gaze bore into mine, I raised my brows involuntarily. Her hazel eyes were like a bright honey, and way more confident than the shy girl I just met.

"So...that's your secret? Right there?" I questioned her, and her newfound cool drained for but a moment as she looked away. "Not to worry, Laci. I won't tell anyone you're actually a geek."

Her small nostrils flared as she smirked. "I do have a reputation to keep, as I'm sure you know."

I threw a quick glance to my watch. "Let's study over a bite tomorrow then. Something about libraries makes me feel like I'm aging rapidly. Can't focus."

Her pale cheeks sunk in slightly, reverting to her previous staring setup. When she didn't respond, I passed the moment with suggestions. "Wendy's? Chick Fil A? It's on me. Whatever will help me understand this nonsense."

I couldn't help but notice her cheeks turning red like a sudden blowtorch, with a toothy smile to match. It felt nice to bring that smile to the surface.

"Yes! I mean, yeah." She agreed matter-of-factly. "We can meet at the rear parking lot. Where, um, all the cool kids hang."

"Ahh much better for our reps. You are smart." I stood, sliding the textbook into my backpack. I then craned my neck a bit as she followed suit, my 5"6 placing my chin at her ample bust. Growing up, my height never bothered me and her stature, at least 5"10, was uniquely mesmerizing, especially this close. "Adios, Laci."

***

"S-See ya, Derrick!" My heart was beating out of my chest as he left, his broad chocolate calves vanishing through the library door. Did I really get a date with the guy I JUST dreamed about?!

After a lust-fueled workout at the gym, I caught a bus home, ate dinner with dad before he left, then soaked in the tub for what felt like hours. In bed I laid on my elbows in my light blue robe, black towel around my hair as I finished my own Pre-Calc homework. Or at least, tried to.

Laci, right?

Derrick's soft, heroic voiced played in my head, a calm symphony of bass drums and a lion's snarl. How is he just that relaxed all the time? His beautiful, glowing dark skin. Firm smile gazing up at me, not a hint of tension at me towering over him. I imagined Derrick falling into my embrace as my hand reached under my robe to caress my nipple. His lips were my fingers as I cradled his head.

I slapped my palms on my notebook, my member rising as if summoned.

"Fine." I whispered as I slid my homework aside, grabbing my jar of coconut oil while I rolled onto my back. My mind had no chance of focusing until I released my craving. Not that I didn't enjoy it every time.

Closing my eyes, I caked the growing member between my legs in warm oil. Derrick was in the shower, his back to me. My naked body engulfed his with my chin on his shoulder as I turned off the water. Squeezing my fist around my dick, I was envisioning it hot-dogged by his cheeks. He'd stop dead and gasp, reaching back to caress my stiff pale intruder.

"I-is that?" he'd stammer.

"Yes."

"Wow. I had no i-"

"Safeword?" I'd murmur, my dick now fully lubed as I spoke right into his ear.

"What?"

"What's. Your. Safeword?" I imagined pressing my hips deeper with each word, my stiff tip now grazing his own phallus.

"A...Adios." He'd squeal.

"Good. You're mine now."

Derrick would inhale sharply, still blinded by his fogged glasses as he slowly bent forward, my hands fondling his ribs.

My immersion was irreversible now. Moaning softly, my right hand was jacking my rigid cock as my left teased my nipple with pinches and turns. A clear bead of precum stained my knee, my dramatic strokes pivoting my hips up and off the bed.

I pictured my tip piercing his entrance like a hot knife into butter. His legs convulsing with resistance, he'd lick his lips and whimper as my voice echoed through him. "Shh. Weaken yourself for me. You crave this." Nails digging into his ribs, my cock would claim access, inch, by inch, by powerful inch.

"Haaa. HA yes!" Derrick bellowed, trembling on his toes, his own dick rigid and ready but disregarded. The squelching of me entering his cavern matched the sound of my moist appendage, both wrists twisting their own long, warm section.

Derrick would grunt roughly as my hips connected; my milky white slab engulfed fully in his rear. I'd pause for a moment, my breasts heaving up and down with each breath, before his two raspy words pushed me over the edge.

"Don't. Stop."

I'd glare my teeth as something unleashed, grabbing Derrick under his knees, hoisting him off the ground and to my chest by sheer dominance as I power fucked him.

My fantasy ruptured as my eyes shot open, a strained whimper dripping from my lips as I brutally came. I clawed at my vibrating dick as white magma volcanoed up, coating my sweaty thighs and hands. My dream now came to me in flashes as I glazed my tits; his blissful wet face. My smooth nutsack slapping his. His head slowly resting on my shoulder as I suspended him fully.

My ears stopped buzzing with white noise as I landed back in reality. Looking down I was glad my father was out bowling with friends, lest he heard my screaming. My cheek, breasts, thighs and even toes were painted dripping white as I gasped for air. My dick ached as I pulled my glistening hands away, my cock flopping onto my belly. I let out a genuine laugh, sounding more villainous than I had planned, but my soul was blazing with happiness.

This felt so damn right.

"Is...this...what I...need?" I squeaked, still out of breath. I was smiling uncontrollably while I licked my salty cheek, sliding my fingers across my skin. Self-control my ass. I thought about my dick lecture in my morning shower. Was I really in charge?

Was this the monster I was becoming?