Free Secret in a Suitcase: His Forbidden Desire by JJ Simone Page B

snooping, since it isn't right. But I had to
read his latest journal entry, the one he didn't want me to see,
right? I flipped to the back and began to read:

    . . . So
I'm back home for a couple weeks. Not much around the house has
changed. Not much except Julie. I mean, I've seen pictures, and I
knew she had grown up to be a pretty girl, but I had no idea that she
was a beautiful, sexy woman now. She's exquisite. She came into the
house wearing a wet t-shirt and bikini … I thought I might
drool. She has this juicy ass and these legs that go on forever. She
has an amazing, cut little stomach, and these perfect, perky tits
that just seem to bounce with every step ... God, I bet she drove the
guys fucking crazy at her school! I wouldn't have left her alone,
anyway.
    So yeah, I think my neighbor is a babe. There you go, that one is
for you, Jessica. Maybe she was right with all that Freud
psychology-bullcrap after all. So what?

    I closed his
journal, my mouth frozen in an “O” shape. My best friend,
Brock, said that about me? I couldn't believe it!
    I stuffed his journal back into his suitcase and almost ran out of
his room … until my curiosity got the best of me, again. I
knew I owed myself at least one quick peek. I turned around and
slowly walked back to his suitcase and reached my hand in, past all
the clothes, and felt around the bottom of his suitcase.
    It felt like something popped into my hand. I gripped my hand around
it and pulled it out, and came face-to-face with Brock's penis. I
mean, a replica of his penis.
    I held it up. It was a beautiful penis. I understood why
Jessica had wanted a model of it. This was the closest I'd been to a
real penis before – I'd never even used a normal dildo. But I'd
seen plenty of porn, enough to know that Brock had a huge cock.
    Even better than the size was how perfectly it was shaped. The shaft
was nice and thick, and a network of big veins covered its length. I
pressed my finger against one of the veins and imagined how it might
feel when there was blood pulsing through it, getting him hard as a
rock.
    The head of his cock had such a pretty shape, it practically made my
mouth water. It was like a big cock-lollipop. I don't know if that
sounds ridiculous, but it's true! I could imagine, if I was one of
his girlfriends, how I'd lick all around his tip until he couldn't
take it anymore and was begging me to suck him off. It's not my fault
Brock has such a pretty cock …
    I didn't even realize how horny I was getting while studying his
dildo. My other hand had slipped under my panties, and my finger
softly circled my opening, smearing my pussy juice all around. I
brought my finger up to my mouth and tongued it clean, tasting myself
– and suddenly, YIKES! I realized that I was fingering myself
in the guest bedroom!
    I threw his cock back into his suitcase and ran to my bedroom, a much
safer place for me to get myself off. I got in bed and started
playing with myself – I played with my tits, but my nipples
just wouldn't get hard. I tried rubbing my clit, but I barely felt
anything. Sometimes, when I'm really horny, I'll stick the handle of
my hairbrush in my cunt and pretend I'm getting fucked … but
even that didn't work. I just couldn't seem to focus! All I could
think about was Brock's big, beautiful cock.
    I snuck back to his room, tip-toeing the whole way. I grabbed his
dildo and went back to my room, quietly closed the door, and jumped
in bed.
    I held Brock's manhood right in front of my face and started jerking
it, like he was really there. It seemed to stare right back at me.
Wow, it was almost intimidating! I wondered if it could even fit in
my mouth?
    I brought it closer to my lips and kept jerking it. Mmm , I
thought, it must be nice to have a big, warm cock like this in
your mouth . I gently kissed the very tip. Then I kissed the
sides.
    My pussy started to ache for my
touch. I put my free hand down there and started rubbing my lips. Oh,
they were so silky