Torn Paige Day 08

Day 8 -- Thursday

Paige struggled all night to find sleep. She fought and fought through the night to suppress everything that had happened the night before, to expel it from her mind. Every time she found a moment of sleep, though, her guard would drop, and the combination of curiosity and the orgasm she'd denied herself would rouse her awake. She'd stare at her closed blinds for minutes, wondering what was happening behind them, but she couldn't bring herself to open them again.

The hours of the night dragged by like this. Paige couldn't find sleep, the harder she tried to keep her mind off Lee and His playmate, the more she thought and wondered about them. If she opened the blinds, would they still be having sex?

As the light of morning started to peek in around the edges of her blinds, Paige stared at the ceiling. "This is going to suck," Paige said to herself, pounding her fist lightly on her bed. Here she was, exhausted, sleep-deprived, and with a full day of school ahead, and another night of dealing with Lee. "Maybe He won't be there again today" she thought to herself, giving herself a bit of false hope.

After a few minutes of trying to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead, her alarm started to blare. Paige shut it off and dragged herself out of bed and stumbled to her bathroom. "A shower will help," she said to herself, stripping of her pajamas and stepping carefully into the tub.

The cascade of warm water of her body started to wake Paige up. She smiled a bit at the feeling, the thought that the day might not be so bad after all. She soaped up her young body slowly, feeling better and better as she cleaned herself off. As her soapy sponge drifted past her waist, though, her pussy responded with a rush of electric sensation that snapped from her consciousness any other thoughts.

Paige's eyes shot down to her mound, looking at her sex as if it were a completely alien entity, totally beyond her control. "Fuck" she whispered to herself, realizing that the orgasm she'd denied herself watching Lee, and throughout the night, was still there, simmering deep within her.

This realization turned Paige's shower into a rush, she finished washing her body quickly. She tried hard to avoid allowing her pussy to have even the slightest sensation, doing everything she could to avoid the release that rested within her. She was absolutely determined to keep it inside. In her mind, letting it out would be letting Lee win.

Stepping out of the tub, Paige dried herself off quickly. She walked back into her bedroom and dressed for school.

Descending the stairs, Paige did her best to paste a smile onto her face as she walked into the kitchen and cheerfully squeaked "Good morning, daddy." She walked around the table and clung her father's neck for a long moment. She next walked over and hugged her mother.

"Are you alright?" Paige's father asked, "You look tired."

"I didn't sleep very well last night," Paige replied, "but I'll be ok."

Paige's father looked at her for a long moment, but finally nodded at finished his breakfast.

Soon enough, Paige's parents had left for work and she was locking the house up. As she walked toward the curb to wait for the school bus, she locked her gaze straight forward, not wanting to look toward Lee's house.

As Paige waited anxiously for the school bus, she heard Lee's door open. She listened as Lee and the brunette talked and laughed back and forth, but she refused to turn her eyes to see what was happening. She breathed in relief as she heard a car start, and watched the brunette drive past her and away. Moments later, her school bus arrived.

After surviving the school, Paige stepped off the school bus, a little dismayed to see that Lee was apparently home, and she would have to deal with Him in her work this afternoon. She walked slowly to His door and knocked, still clinging to hope that somehow He wouldn't be there.

"Come in, Paige" Lee's voice called.

Paige slowly opened the door and stepped inside, dropping her book bag by the door and walking to Lee's office.

"What do you need today?" Paige asked, stifling a yawn.

"The bedroom needs cleaning again." Lee replied plainly.

Paige sighed heavily, remembering how disgusting she had found that chore last time. "Is that all?"

"That's all; make sure you wash the bedding." Lee responded.

Paige retreated from the office and ascended the stairs to Lee's bedroom. She stared about the room, focusing first on the bed. She decided immediately to strip the bedding and get it into the laundry, wanting nothing more right now than to get home and sleep.

The tousled sheets somehow looked different today than they had before though. Today, instead of just a mess, the curves and crumples in the sheets reminded Paige of images she'd seen the previous night. Images of the brunette on her back, with Lee perched over her, taking her. The scent of the room had changed for Paige. The mix of sweat and sex today wasn't as sickening to her, not nearly so.

Prying her mind away from the previous night's images, Paige slowly started to strip the bed, searching slowly through each layer for spent condoms or anything else that might have been left behind. Happily for her today, she found none in the sheets, though she couldn't help but peek into the trash can aside the bed, as if something inside her needed to see them.

Paige loaded Lee's bedding into a laundry basket and descended the stairs. The whole time she walked down the stairs, the scent from the basket filled her nostrils. A feeling washed through her body, not the nausea she'd felt before, a feeling that awoke the orgasm she'd been trying to deny herself.

Arriving in the laundry room, she quickly stuffed the bedding into the washing machine and set the machine to work, trying again to ignore the tingling through her body, centered between her legs.

Returning to Lee's bedroom, Paige went about cleaning up the rest of the room. Today it wasn't nearly the mess it had been a couple days prior. Other than the bedding, there was very little cleaning to do. Still, as she moved about the room, straightening and wiping up, she found herself beset with flashes of imagery from the previous night.

Satisfied that the room was back in order, Paige decided to return to the laundry room to check on the sheets. As she descended the stairs, she saw Lee still busy at work in His office. She simply walked by silently and ducked into the laundry room, moving the basket holding His comforter and sitting on the dryer.

Paige sat for a few minutes in the laundry room, looking around, thinking, not really paying much attention to anything in particular. Letting her mind wander, though, had only allowed the orgasm she'd been desperate to deny creep back into her core. As the washer began its spin cycle, she began to realize what had roused the feeling within her. She breathed in deeply, the scent of last night's sex filling the air in the small room, coming from the comforter that was still quite ripe with the scent.

Paige watched for a frustrating moment as the washing machine shook and shuddered, and finally her resistance fell. She hopped quickly off the dryer, peeking into the hallway for a moment, ensuring that Lee still sat busy at His desk.

Satisfied she wouldn't be interrupted; Paige slid back into the laundry room and lifted herself onto the corner of washing machine, moving her skirt out of the way. She carefully placed her panty-clad clit on the corner of the machine, just as she had grinded on the corner of her chair watching Lee the previous night.

Paige stifled an ecstatic moan as the motion of the washer started to have the desired effect. Every vibration shot through her petite frame, exciting her every nerve as she finally let herself succumb to the tension in her core. She chewed softly on her lower lip as her entire body came alive, bathing in a sea of sensory delight.

The frustration of the last 24 hours quickly subsided, and the rocking motion of the washer against Paige's sweet spot drove her over the edge. Doing her best to muffle a scream, she bit down harder on her lip as she came. She could feel a gush of fluid moisten her panties as her body shook and shuddered, riding out the orgasm.

Paige's breathing only got hotter and heavier with every moment of the orgasm, making her inhale more and more of the musky scent rising from Lee's comforter. Her sexuality was awake in this moment like it never had been before, and she needed more.

Her slender fingers slid under her skirt and pulled her panties aside, exposing her tight pink pussy. She retook her position on the corner of the watching, breathing out heavily as the vibrating machine teased her exposed clit. She slowly wiggled her hips down onto the edge of the machine, the corner of the machine almost pushing inside her as she searched for more sensation to feed the lust burning inside her.

Working hard to control her breathing, Paige settled back into position, stifling moans as the machine worked against her bare pink lips. Lost now in her own lust, she reached into the basket and grabbed Lee's comforter, pulling it close to herself and burying her face into it. Every breath she gasped now was ripe and full with the scent of sex, and it stoked her arousal to another height.

She balled the comforter in her hands as she held it to her face, her horniness now raging nearly beyond her control, she started to moan and whine into the blanket. She could feel her sex growing wetter and wetter against the edge of the machine. Her stomach muscles started to tense again, her body rolling closer to another orgasm, and she wanted it desperately.

Laying over the washing machine, drowning in her own lust, Paige had almost ceased to be a young woman: she was a crazed animal, on the hunt for her own pleasure. Soon enough, she found that pleasure, and it consumed her. Her body writhing and bucking atop the machine, Paige screamed into the comforter as the orgasm ripped through her body.

For the next couple minutes, Paige could only lay there, shaking from head to toe. Almost a day of denying herself had given her an orgasm like she'd never had in her life. Finally turning her head to the doorway, she screamed out as she realized Lee was standing there, watching everything.

A thousand questions raced through Paige's mind as she stared at Lee. How long had He been watching? What did He see? What was He thinking? How did He know? She could only lay silent and look at Him, her eyes betraying the fear, shame, and confusion that were racing through her. She searched Lee's face for anything that might give an answer to any of the questions in her mind, but could find none.

"Finish the sheets, get the comforter in the dryer and you can go home." Lee told her simply.

Paige could only nod in reply, turning her eyes away from Him to hide her feelings, and her frustration that she had no answers. She watched as Lee turned away and returned to His office.

Paige spent the rest of the evening in the laundry room, sitting silently in the corner, waiting for His bedding to dry, and trying not to think. After what seemed like an eternity in silence, she started His comforter in the dryer, took the rest of the bedding to His bedroom and made the bed.

Ready to leave now, Paige returned to Lee's office and peeked in tentatively.

Paige's voice quavered barely above a whisper as she asked, "Anything else?"

"Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow." Lee replied simply, gesturing toward the twenty dollars He'd left on a shelf near the office door, and still giving Paige no clues as to what He was thinking.

Paige quickly collected her day's pay, and left.

As hard as she tried to block out what had happened, what she'd done, it was all she could think about for the rest of the night.

Dear diary: I don't know what's happening to me. I made myself cum today in Lee's house, and he caught me. I don't even know why I did it, but I just needed it so bad, I really needed since I watched him last night. The weirdest part is Lee saw everything, or at least enough, and He didn't say a word about it. I don't get Him at all. I wish I knew what He was thinking. I wish He'd tell me He was mad. I wish He'd tell me it's ok. I wish He'd tell me that He's going to tell my father. I wish I knew something, anything.