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Opposites

By: SilentCall
folder S through Z › Tru Calling
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 8
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Disclaimer: I do not own Tru Calling, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Chapter 2

She woke up horny…again. She hadn’t been really sexually satisfied in a month and waking up in the morning was beginning to be a nightmare. One that always seemed worse the second time around.

“No…” she moaned muzzily, flailing her hand in the vicinity of her alarm hoping to shut it up. She knew she had to get up and go, the dead empty eyes of a little girl floated in her head. But underneath it all was an empty ache she had to alleviate. Ignoring it made it worse, so much worse. She closed her eyes in humiliation, remembering how close she’d come to climbing on top of Davis last week.

Tru had a moment of indecision. Yesterday…or today but the first time around...it had taken her an hour to finally orgasm and she’d broken her vibrator in the process. The third one of the week. The faster way was…repellent. She sighed and bit her lip. Today, it was a necessary evil.

She closed her eyes and pictured him. Her lip curled in disgust and she quickly suppressed the feeling. She imagined his taste, his smell, his ragged breath in her ear. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt her body throb in response. She let her hands slide over her body and wriggled out of her panties, desperate for access. She inhaled sharply as her fingers found her clitoris and brushed across it gently. Heat flooded her body. It had been weeks since she’d indulged in this fantasy and she was frightened by how quickly she found herself on the brink. Keeping pressure on her clit, she slid one finger inside herself and bucked. Flashes of that night blinked behind her eyes and she could almost hear him begging her to cum. With a shudder and a moan, she did.

She stared at the ceiling enjoying brief moments of completeness and relief from the sharp edges of the world. Her breathing slowed and she could already feel the ache beginning to build again.

“I really hate that man…” she sighed as she rolled out of bed with her mind already focusing on the little girl she had to save.
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