Is this destiny?

~ 20 miles East from Springfield (Missouri) ~

In the Heine family villa…

Wednesday

7:26 AM

Ron woke up refreshed. He does not remember the last time he slept so well.

He paused when he felt a soft and warm body next to his and his eyes sprang open when he realized that it's Zula.

Ron remembers that last night he was restless in his room, and he came to Zula. They slept next to each other, but it's obvious that in their sleep both moved. Her leg is over him and his hand is under her pajama top (resting on her belly).

Ron smiled. This is not bad. He remembers that earlier when he touched Zula's skin (other than hands or face) the images of his stepmother came into his mind, but now there is nothing, only Zula and the softness of her skin under his palm.

'Maybe this revenge therapy is working', Ron thought.

But he is aware that nothing would work without Zula by his side. Her support is giving him the confidence that he can do this, that he is stronger than his demons.

Zula is able to boost his courage, to calm him down, and she excites him as well.

Zula's thigh is over his crotch area and pressing on his morning erection. He is a healthy eighteen years old boy, so the erection is expected.

Ron was not sure what to do. Should he stay still, or wake her up, or… he is a teenager, after all. Other than being aroused by the fact that his adorable girlfriend is defenselessly sleeping by his side, he was also curious to see how much he can go before his mind floods with unpleasant thoughts.

His hand which is on Zula's belly moved slightly higher and with tips of his fingers, he brushed the bottom of her left breast.

Zula stirred in her sleep, and she moved closer and stuck to him completely.

His palm ended up on her back.

Ron exhaled while wondering when will the pressure in his crotch area going to subside? His morning wood usually lasts a few minutes at most, but now is probably going to stay strong until Zula stops clinging onto him like that.

He glanced down.

Zula's pajama is disheveled and the top moved higher, exposing her belly and lower back.

Ron wondered, when will she wake up? It's almost seven-thirty! But then he remembered that they are two hours ahead of Los Angeles, so her body clock is still on five-thirty.

He can't stay like this any longer, the pressure is unbearable.

"Zula?" Ron called softly.

Zula's lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.

She smiled. This must be a dream, that is the only explanation why she woke up next to Ron. Well, she needs to make use of it before the dream ends.

Zula tightened her hold on Ron and kissed his neck once, twice… and then moved to kiss him on the lips. A wonderful dream. He is even kissing her back.

Zula's eyes sprang open in surprise when Ron deepened the kiss. This is some realistic dream! But a dream or not, she does not want it to stop.

Her hands made their way under his t-shirt and landed on his back at the same time when he rolled them over and got on top of her.

Zula's lips parted in an unexpected moan when he started grinding himself between her legs. His erection pressed at the cradle of her thighs repeatedly, and even though it was through the fabric of her pajamas and underwear, she felt the friction that sent sparks through her body.

'Faster, stronger', rang in Zula's mind while her fingers gripped Ron's back.

Ron was on fire, consumed in a need for his release, and delighted by the fact that Zula is not rejecting him.

He pushed her pajama top all the way up, how much it would go without actually removing it, and his eyes flashed in elation at the sight of her firm breasts only a few inches away from his face.

Ron lowered his head and started kissing and sucking on them greedily, without stopping the motions of his hips, encouraged by the sound of Zula's moans which she was unable to suppress.

With all the moving and rubbing, Ron's pajama bottom slipped lower and he yanked his underwear down to his thighs as well in his need to increase the friction and the pleasure it brings.

Zula clung onto Ron because she was floating. It was as the mattress under her disappeared and the whole room was spinning.

With his every thrust, the pressure and the sparks Zula felt were increasing, creating an electric tornado that was unfamiliar to her, yet she craved to plunge into it.

"Ron… Ah… Ron…" Zula called breathlessly between her moans, every time with a higher pitch, and Ron moved higher just in time to swallow her screams when he sealed her mouth with his.

He was almost there, and the sound of her moans mixed with the feeling of her body which tensed below him pushed Ron into an overdrive. He held her hip firmly with his right hand and thrust a few more times violently before he trembled in his own release.

Zula felt something warm on her belly, but her mind was too messed up and she was unable to concern herself with what caused that sensation.

Three breaths later, Ron tugged his underwear and pajamas back up and moved to lay next to Zula.

Zula was staring at the ceiling, unsure what to say or do.

Ron glanced at her exposed breasts and pulled her pajama top lower with the intention to cover her up, and he stopped halfway. Oh, God! That is his semen on her belly!

"Don't move…" He mumbled awkwardly and dashed into the bathroom.

Ron returned with a wet towel and he saw that Zula is looking at her belly with a complex expression on her face.

"I'm sorry. Let me clean you up."

Zula watched without a word as Ron carefully wiped off his juices from her. He tossed the towel to the side, pulled her pajama top all the way down, tugged the cover over them, and looked at her anxiously.

Ron realized that he got carried away and that when they started she was half-asleep. He was elated that they can go this far, and he forgot to make sure that Zula is OK with it. What if she hates him now? Did he end up taking advantage of her? Is he a scum like his stepmother? His heart ached as his mind went deeper into the dark abyss.

"Are you OK?"

Zula's question made Ron snap to his senses and he was back to looking at her.

"Are you OK?" He returned the question.

"I don't know." Zula admitted. Her whole body is tingling.

Ron exhaled in relief and pulled her into a hug. He smiled when he felt that she hugged him back but then he noticed that even though her arms are around him, her body is unusually stiff.

"Is anything aching? Or are you disgusted?" He started guessing.

Zula squirmed and pressed her legs together. "I am wet."

Ron relaxed. If it's just wetness, he has an explanation. "It's from the towel. Sorry, but the dry towel would not clean it…"

"Not the belly." Zula interrupted him.

Ron paused. What else can be wet?

He saw her glance down and the realization hit him… "Oh… well… that is yours."

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