I am willing to follow you (4)

"I-I love you like a love song baby,

and I keep it in re-pe-pe-peat~"

Ajia was busy on the computer on second floor in the cafe. Her headphone was on full volume, and she was singing along with her all time favorite song, "Love you like a love song-by Selena Gomez". They were closed for the day now. 10 P.M., closing time. Business was all good, and she had nothing to do. And an empty mind is workplace of devil.

Her mind was in chaos. "Its been days since boss and her friend came. Max, what a cool name that dude got!" Sipping on her lemonade, she was thinking. "Hmph, I wish I was as close as boss with him. But he never spares me more than a nod, let alone talking to me, as if I'll eat him up. And his deep voice, man, melodyyyyy~. And that day, when he was wearing white shirt and got drenched by rain, his muscles were visible, it took me every ounce of my self control to not touch them. His biceps, I wish I could hug him! Our hands accidentally brushed, and I was making a vow to never wash my hand again. Seriously, like, as if I am a kid in love. I wanted to hold his hands, I always want to. Ahh what a wishful thinking, that man is as perfect as a God, he won't let me do that. For that matter, he'll never let anyone do that. He is full of warmth, but he doesn't go around being nice to everyone, just perfect. He shows his nice side, smiles to only people he cares about, which off-course is Madam Adria. Sometimes, I just wish I could talk to him. Like, I don't even want to be a friend, like he is full of everything ,so perfect, and I am a nobody, so, just talk. Even this will be too much to ask for. Hmm, maybe he could come here everyday so I could see him? What am I thinking, he might be busy as hell."

With these thoughts, Ajia closed her eyes. His voice, his deep voice, spoke to her. "Hey Ajia, would you like to eat ice-cream for dessert, or, would you prefer me?" She opened her eyes. Shocked. There was no one. It was all in her imagination. She felt like something was not right, as-, as if she was-uh-so hot, so fuckin-g hot-she was wet! My God! Wet because of her imaginations! Again! This was happening quite a lot now-a-days. When she first felt this, she thought it was because her period were around. Then she kept feeling it, all the time. He was in her mind, running endlessly.

"Sigh, what are you doing to me Max. I'll die like this. You would never love me back, I know, but have a look at me, drowned till head in your love. Why am I this hopeless! Talking to myself, I guess I am mentally ill now. Wow."

Her voice echoed in the room she was in, and she hid her face in her palms. She had to do it again, she is doing it quite often now. It's shameful, yet, if she won't calm herself down by this, she'll keep imagining things. Him and her, Max and Ajia. He, yelling her name, telling her that he loves her, that she is beautiful, she is his everything. Making love to her, fucking her till she cums and cums hard again, against the wall, the sofa, the floor, on chair, in bathroom, on bed, every-fucking-where. And this too, will led her to masturbate, which she was doing more that she should.

"Damn it!"

Cursing inside her head, she started a p-orn video on her personal computer. In the video, the light was red and dim. Faces were not visible. She could only see their movements, and hear them moaning. This one was her favorite, because she can imagine herself and Max instead of the performers.

She watched the video for a while, and when she couldn't take it anymore, she began to peel-off her clothes. She paused the video, made her way towards her bed, and fetched something out of the drawer attached to the bed.

Max wanted to know about Adria. He would do anything just to get hold of any information about her. Even if that meant to f-uck that Brandwark girl, he would f-uck some sense in her brain and will get whatever Ajia got about her. Repeatedly thinking about this, he made his way towards the cafe. It was closed, but Max had a lot of ways to get inside. His shoes, gliding against the while marble floor, were not making a sound, even a dog would not be able to sense him walking. He made his way towards the Lolita, who suddenly sighed heavily and began her monologue."What are you doing to me Max.....~"

"Hmm, I guess things were be lot more easier than I thought they will be." He stood there, leaning against the door, eavesdropping. He heard everything patiently, in case she'll slip something about Adria. Suddenly he heard moans filling up the room. He was still stone faced, but his ears were red and he began to feel heat in his lower body. "Damn this girl, watching adult videos at this hour. Wait up- is she trying to? Oh good, is she doing this, to me? Me?" He was just thinking, when he heard her moaning his name in a lewd voice. Moans and whimpers were filling the surrounding, and Max gulped. He pushed the door open, a little. His eyes searched everywhere, before landing onto a figure in bed. He crept in like a ghost, and leaned against the door. A vibrator-there has to be a vibrator, deep inside her needy cunt, giving her little waves of pleasure. The way her chest was moving up and down, she was breathing his name, was making his little brother stand hard and harder. He grabs it, and began to move, his movement a ditto copy of her, as if they were doing this to each other, not to themselves.