Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 9.1

[Hey guys, I'm going to do my best, just a warning though, I have an idea of how this plot is going to go into book 4, now how i'm going to get it there, I'm not really sure yet. My OCD really wants to keep these books at 10 chapters and tying things up to flow into the next book feels like, well, packing a suitcase and then having to stuff the last things you need in somehow at the end. There may be some re-writes, I really hope you guys offer some opinions and feedbacks. Also I've been a little fatigued and when it rains it pours, my phone broke today and had to go out to buy a new one and to do this new reporting job for local events, I need my phone, so yay, this job I kind of hate, I'm now stuck with to pay for the phone and pending how many hours I get and how much I make that could be somewhere between a month and 2 and a half years, I feel like I just got tried and convicted of something in that sentence. Anyways, my voice actress says she finished chapter 1, if she ever gets it to me, that's another story, her father is currently in the hospital...it's always something it seems. Anyways, just know I love and appreciate you all for supporting me like you do, and I hope the end of this book leaves you still wanting a 4th book. I mean either way I'm still going to write it, just hope you all will be around to keep reading it.]

It was a really strange night, I could say maybe it was whatever it was that we were smoking, snuggling up against Carlos on the floor, the intense orgasm he gave me or just being around people that I not only felt comfortable around but protected. Some that I knew since I first learned how to walk and did as well right next to me, people that stood up against bullies for me in high school, made sure I shockingly got home and studied for tests I was worried about, even taught me how to ride my first skateboard and laughed when I fell off of it. The guys that I woke up to in Zach’s room were my family, my big brothers which is a strange thing to say since I was sleeping with one. For a while I felt, normal again, not stressed, not anxious, not worried about what trick was coming next to possibly expose or excite me, just content.

As if like on cue, the rest of the boys starting waking up as well out of their drug induced comas and almost immediately as usual Zach woke up complaining how hungry he was. Something about a night of getting smoked out and falling asleep always left him with a giant appetite when he woke up and not a surprise to any of us especially since he would be the one immediately cooking. We made our way to the kitchen where an egg carnage started to take place, like most things you wouldn’t expect from Zach, he was a really good cook. Carlos, Anthony, Matt and I took a seat at the table, silently, not awkwardly but we were all still waking up and, in a way, sobering up and waiting for the golden delicious scramble to cure us of all of our ales.

I put my head on the table, closing my eyes once again and basking in the calmness of that morning, or afternoon, to be honest I had no idea what time it was, just that the sun was out and we were all awake.

“Mmph,” my eyes shot wide open, my expression hopefully hidden by everyone around me as I felt a hand slither up my shorts and touching my slit.

I looked up for a second to see if anyone had noticed, Zach was too busy scrambling over the sounds of fried food and what now smelled like bacon, Matt was too busy skimming through his phone and Anthony looked half dead with his arms holding his head up, looking like it was about to fall and slam the table any second once he lost consciousness again. I looked back down through my folded arms into my lap to see Carlos’ hand reaching down from next to me and up my shorts showing off most of my leg and his hand covering my pussy.

“Carlos,” I said quietly, giving him a stern look, “Carlooo,” he shoved a finger inside of me almost to mock me, no teasing, no subtlety, it was almost like he wanted me to get caught or at least play some twisted game to see how quiet I could keep around my friends.

I worried that this was now our thing, that he wanted to see how far he could push me, what he could possibly do and what I would do to make sure we weren’t going to get caught, and honestly how could I blame him. From everything he knew of me to this point, even I felt ashamed and worried that this was what I truly liked, the fear of getting caught. Being on the bring that anyone could take one quick look, hear a stray moan, watch his arm moving and put it all together that I was just a horny slut looking for my next intense orgasm and that I was going to do anything, risk, anything to get it.

Would I really do that though? For a moment I couldn’t feel his fingering, for a moment, I took the time to think to myself, what I really risk anything just to get off? Would I risk everyone knowing, getting kicked out, my parents disowning me, losing my friends and any future I thought I wanted going forward…college, a career, getting married, a family, all of these things, would I be able to have them anymore if I kept letting this happen. I reached down and took a hold of Carlos’ hand, stopping it from moving but his finger still inside of me and the look on his face was more confusion than anything else.

I leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “meet me in the guest room,” and when I drew back from him and he pulled his finger out of me with a smile on his face, I got up and walked out of the kitchen.

“Hey where you going Megs! El Drunkin Gringo is almost done!” Zach said on a completely different high than all of us.

“Be right back, just need a minute to talk to Carlos about something, keep some warm for me,” I looked back for a second, the confused looks seemed to spread like a disease for those lucid enough to hear it, which was basically Carlos and Zach.

“Ok,” Zach said meekly, “just get back before it gets cold or all eaten.”

When we got to the guest room, Carlos started taking off his shirt, but I held up a hand signaling him to stop, “we need to talk.”