The Long Hot Weekend Pt. 03

The woman on her seat was stirring as though to rise. She glanced at her partner- still completely oblivious to the decadent display happening right under his nose- before glancing back at me. I could see what would happen. She would get up and walk away from the man- a beloved boyfriend? A trusting husband? And she would join the other girls. I would take them all back to my place, leading them on like a pied piper, and then I would fall on them, turning their giggling play into moaning, wanton need. I would sate myself on them, kindle their lust into a dozen roaring fires until each and every one of them was filled with my seed-

The carriage jerked back into motion. The jolt- coupled with my release- managed to stir me from my fever dream. I hastily shoved my still-hard cock back into my pants and then, as the train arrived at Kings Cross, pushed past the still-giggling girls and out the carriage door while an automated voice told me to mind the gap.

I ran through the station. This fever, this mad haunting- whatever it was- it was making me unable to function. Working in the office, meeting with my cousin, even taking the Tube- it twisted everything into a surreal, sweat-soaked porno. I couldn't leave my flat.

Except that I couldn't not leave my flat, could I? Not after last night. I shuddered as I remembered the wracking agony, like a nightmarish thirst, that I suffered when the flames of lust weren't quenched on a nearby woman. No, that way lay madness.

And what was going to happen when Janice came back? Assuming she didn't find me in bed with someone- or someones- then what would happen if this fever didn't die down? I thought about our relationship; loving and trusting and safe. What would happen when she felt the full fires of my lust? When she learned the depths of my perversions? Would she be disgusted? Or would she end up as nothing more than a horny, mindless slave to my lusts, every bit as perverted as I was, unable to think about anything but taking my cock into her holes every hour of-

I groaned as I rushed out of Kings Cross and into the searing heat. Okay. Forget about Janice. The dinner. I had a dinner that night. Daniel's engagement party. Could I get out of it? Daniel would get upset if I didn't show to his engagement party, and he had ways of making his displeasure known. Plus Maxine was already suspicious. What would she think if I kept avoiding her?

I needed to go. But I couldn't go. By the time the party came around I would be every bit as desperate to fuck as I was last night. And last night had been bad enough when I was only a short walk away from my flat. What would happen if I completely lost control at the restaurant? Would I just bend Maxine over in public and fuck her in full view of my brother and his fiancé?

Now there's a thought.

I reached my apartment block and hurried through the foyer. I got into the elevator, noting that the panties from last night had vanished. I sighed stepped out into the shimmering, hazy corridor and walked towards my door.

And then the door along the way opened up.

And then Mrs. Kumar's daughter stepped out of her flat.

In her school uniform.

The heat shimmers rose like the flames of a furnace, twisting and writhing around her. I stopped dead, staring at the teenage girl; at her white blouse, her crisp dark blue skirt; at the curves of her generous tits, at her long dark hair and clear, brown skin; at her eyes that settled on me, curious and concerned. She clutched a cello in her right hand.

And the thought, treacherous and traitorous, occurred that I could go to the dinner- if I utterly spent myself on someone else first. Someone willing; someone fresh and young, to slake my lusts and take my cum. I could-

Stop that. She was young. Barely an adult. Still in school, for fuck's sake. I couldn't just use her like that. I couldn't take advantage of her.

Could I?

She smiled at me, brown eyes equal parts curious and uncertain. I felt my fires blaze hotter and hotter.

I made my decision.