Chapter Seventeen

He would be thick and huge. She thought. And gentle and rough all at once, knowing exactly how to press her skin, tweak her tight spots, play her body to perfect orgasm over and over with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his hands, and that gorgeous, veined cock.

Now she had a face for her menage fantasies— Asher's. Why not? Live a little, Kimberly. She thought. No one knew what went on in the privacy of her own mind, her own shower, and as she sighed deeply, the pressure of everything vanquished, she felt a familiar heat and bliss rise up in her as the water pulsed its way into her soul, her clit crying out for more, her fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy not in a heated rush but, instead, slowly, stroking that spot on the top that always made her clench just a tad harder, made her breath hitch, made her imagine it was Asher's fingers in her.

"Mmmmm," She imagined Asher moan in her ear, his thick, wiry runner's body sliding next to hers in the shower, beads of water darkening that amazing hair, toned arms lifting her up and plunging her down on his ready cock.

And then—was that? Asher's mouth on her neck... His hands gently parting her cheeks as he lifted her higher, had her straddle him across the waist as he effortlessly held her in place, strong legs bending slightly so he could...

She snaked her hand inside her body deeper imagining Asher filling her.

"Ah, God, Kimberly, more," She imagined Asher groan in her ear, his cock inching deeper inside her, his tip pushing hard against her cervix, her body entombed around him as the water sprayed down. When she imagined his mouth on her earlobe she— Exploded.

The shower head, her fingers exploring her g-spot, and her dream all combined to make her bend down and scream as a mad rush of orgasm pounded her instantly, no warning, no teasing, just a wall of everything that left her gaping, her mouth open and her throat hoarse as she let it all unleash, her shoulders twitching and bashing into the wall, her hands moving and milking this for everything she could find, her mind filled with images of Asher fucking her, his face strained and cumming, too, all from her. Her body, her presence— her.

And then—nothing.

Like a switch flipped, she pulled her hands out of all her orifices, turned the shower head off, washed up fast and got ready for bed.

Sated, no longer distracted, she shifted from horny, back to tired.

That wouldn't last more than a few minutes, for she knew her mind would wander, soon. For now, though, it was a welcome and much needed break from her thoughts about him. She curled into bed with a novel.

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Kimberly didn't go back downstairs, she fell asleep again after reading two chapters of her book. What could she do after being sleep deprived for days.... And after the explosive orgasm she had in the shower while thinking about Asher Adams.

Her father and Phoebe had wanted her to come down for dinner, but they decided to let her rest. She had definitely been through a lot and probably needed her rest. So Kimberly slept through the night.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt her energy returned to her body, but right now, she was so damn hungry. She brushed her teeth and took a shower, then she hurried down for breakfast. She could already smell coffee. The smell made her even more hungry. Her mouth watered. Her father and Phoebe were already seated when she got to the kitchen.

"Wow. We were beginning to think that you were never going to come down here" Phoebe said, standing up and walking to Kimberly. She hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Kim. I'm so sorry for everything you have been through. It must have been really scary. I should have believed you when you said you felt that something was wrong. I regret that I talked you out of it" she said.

Kimberly released her and stared at her. "What? Oh come on, Pheebs. You know that is not your fault... At all. I don't blame you one bit. No one does. You can't blame yourself. There is no need to because I'm here now... I'm back... And I'm safe"

Phoebe nodded and hugged her again, then she led her to a chair. "Come eat" she said.

"Are you girls done now?" Hillary asked, clearly amused.

Kimberly smiled. "Good morning, Dad" she said.

"I was beginning to wonder when you would notice me" Hillary said, still smiling. "One would think you guys were a couple, with the way you behave sometimes"

"Oh please" Phoebe said. "Kim would have to work really hard to get me... Like seriously, she would have to.. You know... Be romantic and sweep me off my feet"

"Shut up" Kimberly said, laughing.

"There's that smile I have missed seeing" Hillary said, reaching across the table to take hold of Kimberly's hand.

"I'm glad you are home" he said, squeezing her hand affectionately.

"Me too, Dad. I know you must have been worried sick"

"Did you sleep alright?" Phoebe asked as she placed the food on the table.

"Like a baby" Kimberly said as she took the bowl and scooped a lot of eggs into the plate. "Oh... I could eat everything on this table right now. I'm starving"

When she looked up, Phoebe and dad were staring at her and smiling.

"What are you guys looking at?" Kimberly asked.

"We were kinda worried that you would have trouble getting back to your normal self." Hillary said.

"Yes" Phoebe agreed. "If I were in your shoes, and went through what you went through, I would be... I don't know... Traumatized right now... I guess we both forgot just how strong you are"

Kimberly smiled. "Well, it's going to take more than a group of idiots to break me. All I want right now is to put the whole thing behind me and just continue with my life. I don't even want to remember that this happened"

Phoebe and Hillary grinned and Phoebe sat at the table with them.

"Hey slow down" Hillary said, "There is no need to rush. I know you are strong but I still believe you should take a little time for yourself. Just some time to get over this before you rush back to living your normal life. There is no need to hurry. Think of it as a vacation if you can"