Home, Sweet Home

I had just arrived at my new apartment. It was close to the university I would start going to. The apartment was large, had ample parking, and was not as over the top as my parents' house. It was elegant for my taste, with white, cream and gray colors. It was perfect for me. It was in an unknown residential area. Not many people lived there. In addition, it was near a park where insects abounded, bothering all the neighbors who lived there, causing them to decide to move out of that place. For me, it was enough just to put mayas on the windows and have the necessary implements to kill any insects that dared to enter my new home. Other than that there was no problem. The rooms were large, the bathroom spacious, with a large bathtub and shower, the bed was large and comfortable, there was hot water, internet, a large TV, all furnished. What more could I ask for? I had everything I needed in that department. Also, the department had something that it had wanted a long time ago. There was a separate room, where there was a completely empty library. I was sure that this place would be my place of escape when I needed peace. I was going to fill that library with all the books I loved to read and with each new one that captivated me until it deserved its place in this private library.

I had well achieved my freedom, and could live without the stupid restrictions of my parents. I preferred to live alone to live in a house where I knew it was a burden, disappointment and she did not forget to repeat it to me every moment she could, my father never said something to defend me. They must have been feeling calmer now that he was not at their house. I was sure they had held a meeting to celebrate that they had gotten rid of one of their biggest problems. The only one of her three perfect children who had gone "wrong", perhaps due to a genetic problem or poor development, since she was born a month before the one predicted by the doctors. They did not care, for them it was only a mistake in their perfect life.

I unpacked my clothes, my framed photos, and everything I had brought. By the time I finished, I had sweated a lot, and the clothes I was wearing were sticking to my body. I was feeling disgusting, so I went for a long bubble bath. Turns out the bathtub was bigger than I had thought, it might as well become a yacusi. I washed my blonde hair with chocolate scent shampoo, it was my favorite shampoo but it burned like hell when it got into my eyes. They were completely red as if a boxer had punched me.

I spent more than an hour in the bathtub soaking, almost until I was like a raisin, and when I left it was five in the afternoon, it was Sunday, surely I would have some "friends" who would have free time. I got out of the bathtub, put on my robe and after drying my hair I took my cell phone to call someone. I looked through my contacts for a brown haired boy with hazel eyes named Emmett.

-Do you have free time? I was wondering if you might want ...

-Hi Emmet

-Hey baby. I haven't heard from you for a long time. Tell me. What do you need?

-Do you have free time? I was wondering if you might want ...

-Of course, just tell me where you are.

-I will send you my address by message.

- Well I'll be there in thirty minutes. Do you want me to bring you something?

- An ice cream would be nice.

- Ok baby, see you.

I hung up the call and texted him as fast as my hands could. But even waiting thirty minutes, I would be too bored. I went into the library for a moment, there were my most intimate belongings, like my photo books, the framed photos of me and my two brothers, the precious gifts that Harry gave me, and a small box where I kept the drawings made by Gregory. All this he kept as a treasure. When Gregory was a little 3-year-old boy, he began to draw pictures with his crayons, and he showed them to our mother so that she could congratulate him on his effort, but the witch did nothing but make him feel bad so that he will improve in everything what he did. I know he wanted the best for him but he never used the right words. The child came to me with watery eyes and I hugged him saying that I really liked his drawings. Gregory smiled and gave me his drawings, promising that each year he would give me a better one than the last. That became a tradition between us, and each new drawing that Gregory gave me surprised me because each time they looked more and more like those of a professional artist. Despite the harshness with which Mom treated Gregory, she was saddened to see him cry. She loved him the same way she loved Harry but not me. Every time I hurt myself or felt bad she rejected me. I did not see in her eyes love or even compassion when she saw me sad. Sometimes I imagine that he actually loves me just like my brothers. My father was too busy to notice my sadness, it was as if he didn't care. No wonder why I wanted to get out of their house.

I sat on the armchair in the library, pulled out my favorite Charlotte Bronte book, and began to read the scene I loved most from the book. I will not lie when I say that I am someone romantic. I really like romance novels, and I would like to believe that those novels can become true, but I would not bet on it. Not only because I read everything, but because the truth is that love does not exist for me. Maybe the attraction yes but love never and I say it from my experience.

The doorbell interrupted my thoughts, I knew who I was and was eager to find him. I tightened the belt of my robe, and left the library. Upon opening the door, I found myself face to face with Emmett, you could see him well marked body through his shirt. When he saw me looking at his body, he outlined a smile.

-It shows that you missed me

- eehhh ...

-I was thinking about you too.

-Come in-Emmett entered with total confidence as if it were his own house.

-Nice apartment. Is it brand new?-He asked as he put the ice cream in the refrigerator.

- Yes, I can't wait to use it, that's why I called you.- A smile came back to draw on his lips. He approached me pushing me against the wall.

-Well let's not waste time.- Our lips met in a kiss full of lust.

His hands moved to my waist pulling me towards him. We awkwardly walked to my room and fell gently onto my bed without breaking the kiss. His body pressed against mine making me feel his erection in my crotch. His hands went from my waist to my breasts. He gently massaged with his hands to find my most sensitive areas. I released the buttons on his shirt, for him to take it off. I took advantage of the fact that He was concentrating on my breasts to touch his well marked abdomen. Yes, I love his sculptural and sexy body. His body and his pretty face were the main reason I wanted him and he was my favorite. Besides, he knew the rules and he followed them.

My hands went lower and lower until they reached his pants. He let out a small groan at the touch of my hands through his pants. He let go of me and got up so he could take off the pants he was wearing. After shedding his clothes including his boxer briefs, he sat on the edge of the bed leaving a space for me between his legs. I stood in front of him still wearing the robe. With a flirtatious expression I began to slowly remove my robe.

-Why are you making me suffer? , you know how much I want you.

A smile spread across our faces. No one was going to be able to understand what we were laughing at. I moved closer until I reached the place he had left for me between his legs. I took off my robe by throwing it to the floor and almost immediately crouched down to settle into the place he had made for me. His hands came to rest on my head and he began stroking my hair. I looked at him for a moment before begin using my hands. He gave a smile and looked away.

-How can you do something so perverted and look so innocent? You drive me crazy- he looked into my eyes again and before my lips touched him, he brought my face to him and placed a short kiss on my lips.

Then, I began with slow movements, while his breath began to shake. He let out some gasps as he looked at me with an expression that seemed to say I want more. I decided to heed their requests, and put it in my mouth. His gasps began to get louder. He liked me to do this but I also wanted to leave part of it for me.

I had always liked looking for better alternatives. In one of those searches, I had found Emmett, who had become my favorite displacing others, who now only called when Emmett was too busy to give me time. He knew I had other guys to have fun with when he couldn't. I also knew that when I got bored with him I wouldn't call him for a while until I got interested again. He was used to it and he agreed.

Before he finished, I got up so I could get a condom from one of the drawers on the nightstand. I knew Emmett was staring at me as I rummaged through the drawers. Finding them, I turned quickly, just to confirm that he was indeed looking at me. With a smile, I tossed the condom for him to put it on while I sat on the bed so I could settle in and be in the best position. Emmett stood in front of me with the condom already on.

-Can I start?

-Yes, I'm ready.

Note: This is transduction. I know there are mistakes. I will fix them, when I'll get a better level of English. Meanwhile, I accept help. I f some one wants to help place contact to my discord Dreamer_cip#1331.