Chapter 2

After tidying up from that shameful session, Sarah cleaned up her face with a little water and returned to the living room, counting the seconds and minutes as she waited. At some point, once her body had calmed from the turmoil in her mind, her body couldn't go back to craving her boyfriend again, and now it was just making her twitchy and uncomfortable, because the only outlet that her body wanted was a grade schooler's body.

When Matthew finally showed up, Sarah pounced on him desperately, unable to give an answer to his concerned face from the surprise kiss. She gripped his shoulders firmly, determined to resist her deeper instincts, then pulled back, unable to look her boyfriend in the eye. How could she when Chase's form was practically burned into her thoughts?

"Uhh, why hello, there," he broke the silence, rubbing a hand awkwardly at the back of his head as he went to set his things down. "Looks like you missed me."

Sarah played innocent. "Oh? You just weren't here and I figured you'd be tired..." she didn't really finish. There was just no use.

Matthew offered, "Shower first? And we can catch up while we chill out. After that, I guess I could return the favour," he winked and sauntered towards his bedroom.

Sarah considered, how would a grown woman deal with meeting a "man" who was just so physically superior to Matthew? Her boyfriend may have a pretty well built physique, especially after starting his job at the construction site, which had him build enough bulk that it could at least make Sarah stare, sometimes, at his toned arms, his hardened chest, and his wide, athletic shoulders.

He'd never seemed to have trouble packing it all beneath his outfits. A simple V neck with a sleeve T might get him a few looks from strangers, but that was about it. But compared to that fucking twerp, nowhere near his prime, whose upper body was cramped tight within an undershirt that strained over the staunch outline of a huge chest. Who couldn't fit through his own bedroom door. Whose neck bulged around the collar, or who had the definition to his upper arms and thighs, barely even breaking a sweat while performing more exercise than what Matthew could manage throughout a whole shift of hard work.

"Yeah, sure," she smiled awkwardly and joined his side.

As Matthew stripped his top half, revealing his six pack, his cut chest, and wide pecs, he gave Sarah a smack on the bum and headed into the bathroom. "Alright, just gonna have a quick shower and wash all this sweat off. Gonna get real comfy," her boyfriend huffed, before glancing over to her. "Join me?"

The very sight of her boyfriend's toned muscles had once aroused her to no end. It had filled her with lust, watching him stride with an air of pride, so full and muscular. She could only compare that to the thought of a grade school boy wearing his older brother's T shirt, flaunting the front of a stout barrel of chest, a deep delve into the cloth where his pec strained out a slight amount of its hem. And the moment that boy turns and flexes those thick back muscles, popping from the sleeves, pulling tight on its fabric, it revealed his thick lats, bunching up tightly and rippling the cloth.

It was a striking image and in her mind, she was drooling with excitement. "Don't have to ask me twice." Sarah couldn't resist it. Even now, all her body wanted was to be engulfed in this thick, condensed bulk - from whatever man the world found fitting, it didn't matter. She stripped out of her outfit, completely naked this time, and closed the gap between them, climbing her arms around his wide chest and hugging him tightly from behind.

It had always excited him, when the heat of her loins would begin to make their contact too intense, so close to his back. With the humidity in the bathroom and a good wash of suds down their bodies, a hungry glint would always begin to appear within her gaze. But today was different. She was rushing out of desperation, but lacked the desire, a sign of just how badly she needed a real man in her bed.

She wrapped her fingers around his manhood and stroked it to life, praying that it would provide her with some sense of stability. This is what her life was before and needed to go back to. Fuck his kid brother, fuck a young stud who would force his older siblings' muscles to take a backseat. *Fuck him indeed.* Matthew was a hardworking adult man with an appetite for nights where the two would stay awake for hours, devouring every part of one another. They would stay up all night in ecstasy.

"Hey, slow down," Matthew leaned towards the wall. "You seem really eager."

He must not have noticed. All he could see was the heat between her legs, unusually warm for the presence of his cock, as she let the soapy water continue to pour down. All the same, he pushed into her grasp, giving a little gasp to signify his appreciation of her frenzied body.

"Well, you know, maybe I am..." she couldn't bring herself to make him think otherwise. "Feels like it's been too damn long, if you ask me," she whispered seductively. Her tongue dragged across his back and down to his shoulder, circling to his throat, teasing, exciting her poor man who continued to rock in her hand.

He chuckled lightly, a playful rumble reverberating the cavern in his neck. "A little rough, aren't we, tonight."

"Just for you," she purred and fastened her strokes. Sarah wished, however, that it could just be rougher, a little harsher than his current state and pace. He felt good, as it would any other night, but the boy... she needed to shake Chase's image out her mind. It would do no good to pretend he wasn't a few metres away, the thought of his oversized build flashing before her vision. She tried imagining him smiling, that prideful brat, flashing his bulging traps as he took control of a fully grown woman, wreaking her insides with his teen rod, having her begging him to tear her cervix apart.

"...harder," she found herself uttering without thinking, trying to avoid being so outspoken. "Come on... make me want it harder."

Matthew was confused, not accustomed to hearing a commanding voice from his girlfriend's mouth, but complied, allowing his body to exert the extra energy, circling around her crotch with his fingers. "I'm going to... don't worry..! What's gotten you so horny... all of a sudden?"

"Been lonely and not happy with it," she grunted, wishing for more than this, knowing that only one male in this place could provide. Sarah moaned, giving her hips a writhing twist to Matthew's digits, trying to suppress the mental image that was growing clear of a child less than half the age she was. Fuck, she was about to cum, still unable to focus her mind on her boyfriend but an eleven year old student who had absolutely no right having the sizeable bulges in his clothing that had begun to build up.

He kissed her on the lips, biting her softly and letting himself back up, not wanting her to cum just yet. His actions were tender and loving, nothing short of that, while her heart continued to race, as she wished that maybe a smack in the face could snap her to sense, for what kind of monster craved the flesh of an adult sized grade school boy.

Sarah couldn't focus, though, on anything else aside from the power she kept seeing Chase unleashing over her thoughts and the cock he had hidden beneath his clothes that would likely send her into a frenzy. Her thoughts were drifting with images of him standing tall above, casting a long, wide shadow over his older brother, who struggled to match any ounce of strength and prowess the kid possessed.

They began to move a little harder, with Matthew struggling to maintain the speed, but Sarah came quickly. A shiver wracked through her entire body, coursing hot bolts of lust directly through her frame, bringing a shaky, lustful sigh to her mouth. Fuck, why couldn't her own partner satisfy her? Instead she was thinking of a prepubescent kid's body.

It brought a fire through her loins, boiling out her fluids in gushing waves. What the actual fuck, her brain demanded of her, frustrated with this bizarre affliction. Sarah couldn't, however, respond, because that same goddamned child had triggered her horny switch. Her fluids released a rush, streaming out in a fluid release, dripping around their thighs and creating a filthy mess over his hand, already thickly smeared with her love fluids. Her lust was wild, not satisfied with the way Matthew moved.

Even Matthew, just having come himself, was a little surprised. "Whoa," was all he could say.

"Sorry, I need a towel," her voice sounded dull and void of anything even remotely romantic or seductive.

He looked confused, a little uncertain about what had just happened, before a little awkward silence crept over them.

"Well, uh..." she bit the corner of her bottom lip, hoping her tone didn't strike any alarm.

It did, and her boyfriend felt more perplexed by her unceremonious words than her body's reaction. "Hang on, was that not alright?"

Sarah hadn't bothered covering herself. "No, no it's fine. I'm just not myself today."