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Wes almost chokes as he swallows a forkful of pasta in an attempt to suppress his laugh. Laurie, his dad’s girlfriend, has a hand over her mouth as she giggles along with him. His dad isn’t as happy, being the butt of a joke upsetting him. Wes quickly calms himself down so as to not further irritate his father.
As dinner comes to a close, Wes finds the craving for something sweet growing stronger, festering low in his stomach. He tries to suppress it, but it remains in its place, strengthening as to resist him.
His father grumbles, complaining about having to get back to work. It’s your fault you work so much , Wes wants to say, but conflict isn’t desirable right now; ice cream is. Too bad his father is obsessive over his health. Apparently, if he’s restricting himself, everybody needs to. That’s one reason why Wes prefers staying with his mom. At least he only has to be here on weekends.
His father stomps away to his office, but Laurie’s still got a sly smile. Wes picks up his bowl and makes his way to the sink, ready to settle into his bed. He’s putting his bowl in the dishwasher, one hand leaning on the counter, when he hears a feminine voice behind him.
“Wes,” he hears, and he turns around. Laurie steps towards him, placing her hand on his.
Wes brings his hand to his side, away from hers. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks, shifting his weight.
Laurie smiles but draws her hand away from where it had been abandoned. “I went to the grocery store earlier today,” Laurie begins before turning and opening the freezer. She rummages through its many items, including his dad’s keto meals, before she pulls out a blue box. “And I got us a little something that your dad doesn’t know about.” Cookies n’ cream ice cream cups.
Wes smiles as he’s handed a cup. “Thanks,” he expresses, quickly opening the drawer for two spoons.
They’re sitting at the dining table, lights dim, as they spoon ice cream into their mouths. Wes is thankful for Laurie.
“I don’t know how I can put up with keto pasta again tomorrow ,” Laurie complains dramatically. She feeds herself more ice cream.
“I don’t know how you even put up with him to begin with,” Wes chuckles. “I hate him.” He swallows a bit of ice cream. His eyes feel much heavier than they did a minute or two ago.
Laurie smiles at this. “I like my men better off than me and occupied with work. What can I say?” She replies truthfully.
Wes nods, “that’s honestly the only thing I like about him. I like you, though.”
Laurie smiles wider than before. “Oh, yeah?” she teases as she digs her spoon in again.
“I mean, you are closer to my age than his,” Wes comments. He feeds himself another spoonful of ice cream.
Wes yawns to himself and wishes Laurie a good night as he disposes of the binging evidence.
Wes announces, “I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight,” replies Laurie.
“Night.”
Wes is now laying in bed, face illuminated by the bright screen of his laptop. Everything else around him is dark as he watches the video unfold. He yawns again, eyes getting heavy. His eyelids are beginning to droop, and he realizes that he needs to really go to bed this time. The realization is strange, as Wes usually doesn’t get tired this early.
Nonetheless, he shuts his laptop and places it beside his bed. Wes gets comfortable under the blankets, adjusting under the warmth. The thick fabric gifts him heat, but that present soon turns sour. Wes pushes the blanket off of his upper body, which then begins to freeze. He sighs, tossing and turning under the thick covering, searching for a somewhat regulated body temperature. It doesn’t help that he’s unusually lightheaded at this moment. Eventually he settles, one leg covered by the blanket, the other not. His body relaxed, he lays on his side, eyes falling closed.
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Wes wakes up to a strangely wet warmth on his face. His eyes are still heavy, and he’s faded with exhaustion. Despite his rigid tiredness, Wes tries to reason out what’s happening.
He can’t really see all that well, vision disrupted by something he’s unsure of. There are two pillars straddling his face, attempting to hide themselves as they’re careful not to touch Wes’ face. Wes forces his eyes open, trying to bring alertness upon himself. The wet spot begins to flick around as something disturbs it. The cause of this movement moves in quick motions, speeding up yet trying to remain quiet.
A realization dawns on Wes, but he can’t accept it. He represses this idea and tries to search for another explanation—there had to be one. To try and disprove his own idea, Wes uses his hands feeling around. The pillars jolt at his touch, and he can no longer deny the truth.
Wes is staring right at Laurie’s vagina, her wet lips having brushed against his nose. She’s still for a moment, as if trying to test the consciousness of Wes as he lays in his bed in a disoriented and drowsy state.
Terrifyingly, Wes finds himself unable to move. His limbs have gone rock solid, fixed in their position at his sides. Wes is horrified, heart quaking, as he tries to configure the world around him. It’s a tiny world, just him and Laurie’s crotch. Her thighs close in around him as he lies still, appearing asleep. Wes is petrified by his immobility as Laurie continues on with the assault. He has the will to resist; however, he’s lacking the strength. The ability doesn’t come, leaving him defenseless. There’s a part of him that hates Laurie and wants to tear her apart for her cruelty. But he doesn’t want to hurt her, not after her kindness.
Drugged into a strange immobility, Wes appears unconscious, and his chaotic mental state is simply a bonus. He and his inadequate will are trapped under her, and she starts to get daring.
He feels the warmth touch upon his face once more, leaving behind a wet feeling on his cheek. The invasive sponge even dares to brush past his unmoving lips.
Wes doesn’t stay with Laurie for long, fading in and out of consciousness. Her middle finger teases the sponge, and Wes is impossibly dizzy, his entire world spinning. But his head is still locked in place by Laurie’s structural thighs. Her hand begins to race against the clock, but Wes is too discombobulated to stay for the entire competition. He closes his eyes once more, heart shaking in his chest.
Laurie, once bothered by a growing craving housed deep in her stomach, finally satisfies herself and creeps back to the room she shares with Wes’ dad.
Wes is left there to rot, intoxicated and struggling, as he is smothered by his own confusion. When his brain sobers up and the drowsiness has been overcome, he’ll be left to overthink this fuzzy memory, wondering if it was all just a dream. And the cycle won’t stop. He’ll take Laurie’s offerings once more and go to bed soon after next Saturday, just like he did the last. But maybe things won’t differ from the norm this time; maybe he won’t wake up.