CEILING FAN

However, it seemed at this moment she had no other choice but to go upstairs and accept that the night of fantasy will have to end right there and then.

Zara went upstairs to Zandro's room, she was feeling very dizzy but she wasn't drunk. She didn't drink much that night. Actually, it was just a few shots of beer, but she was tipsy and giddy. However, she tried to ignore it lying on the bed, trying to sleep.

She thought she had fallen asleep until she woke up after dreaming of Zandro beside him. She actually thought he was beside him, in that bed and sleeping with her. But, it was all just a dream, Zandro was not there, and she was alone in that room, feeling hot inside her.

She suddenly got curious and thought of checking Zandro downstairs. If he was sleeping, she wanted to look at him asleep. She wants to stare more at his face and the best time to do that is when he was asleep.

She slowly walked down the stairs with her most silent and careful steps. Yeah, she doesn't want him awake because if he is, he surely would ask her to get back upstairs and rest.

However, Zara was surprised that instead of hearing Zandro, melodious snores, she heard some weird sounds, instead. She heard moanings and groaning, and it sounded like it was not just Zandro's alone. She can't help but get curious, and slowly she moved closer to the door where she can possibly see the lounge room where Zandro should be sleeping on the couch. However, no one was there. He wasn't there.

There were clothes though left scattered on floor or was it just rugs. She can'tquite recognized it.

But then, the sound was still there like two busy people, and it seemed to be in the dining room. Zara followed where it came from and decided to peek again, and she was surprised and didn't know how she would react. Zandro was having sex with some other girl above the dining table.

'Who could this girl be?' Zara thought, disappointed and hurt. He was feeling horny, but she didn't understand. Why not just let it out in her. She was there, ready and waiting if he was willing to have sex with some random girls. Yet maybe, she was not just a random girl. Maybe she was her girlfriend. Zara thought.

Zara just wondered. She knew it was already too late that Zara went upstairs, that only means that the girl arrived during the not so convenient time.

Watching them, Zara can't help but get hot. She can't help but imagine wishing that it was her that Zandro banged at that moment. She felt jealous, and she was sweating cold because of how her body reacted to what she saw.

Slowly, while making sure that she can't make a single sound, she took aback and sent herself back upstairs.

With her flushing skin and sweaty palm, she laid back on the bed and took her shirt off. Bringing back the image of what she just saw Zandro was doing with that girl. Imagining herself in her position, under Zandro and him inside her.

She can't help but touch herself, her hand slowly sliding from her neck down to her chest, slowly massaging her own bosom, visualizing that it was Zandro's hand as her other hand slides down to her abdomen to her thigh before she slowly reached the lips in the lower part of her body. She opened her thigh and slowly slid her finger down to her wet pussy smoothly touching her most sensitive love bottom.

It would at least satisfy her.

It always had; it's not the first time she imagined Zandro on her while she was doing that. It did feel weird, or was she just so horny and dirty for it? Well, she didn't care, it was her dream, and she never dreamed of anyone else instead of Zandro. However, it seemed that would never happen in real life, she thought.

She was too busy satisfying herself when suddenly she heard some footsteps coming. She hurriedly pulled the blanket on her. It would be weird and awkward if Zandro would see her naked, though knowing that he was with her girlfriend and she was just downstairs.

The door opened, and she was right. It was Zandro, as expected. He was just wearing his boxer shorts and nothing on top. Zara twisted her legs after seeing him while she was on the verge of reaching her climax with herself before he showed up.

Zandro was surprised to see her unclothed under the blanket.

"Uh, are you…?" He was flustered looking at Zara, just as red as her.

Zara felt too embarrassed. She couldn't even take a glance at Zandro while she answered him.

"I was just sweating, and it was so hot." Zara made up a story.

Zandro looked up to the ceiling. Zara didn't even realize there was a ceiling fan just right above the bed.

Zandro moved to the switch and tried to turn it on. But it didn't move. He shook his head as he said. "Ugh, you did it again."

He stepped up on the bed, which startled Zara. She was thinking different things, but actually, Zandro was just trying to reach for the ceiling fan and try to do some magic on it. It gave Zara that chilly feeling but actually, it was the sight of Zandro standing on the bed while she was there just lying under him.

Zandro was tall, but he still could barely reach it, so he still needed to jump a little. However, he lost his footing after he jumped and stumbled right above Zara.

As she was surprised and trying to nudge away, she forgot that she was totally naked and forgot to pull the blanket with her, leaving her under Zandro bare and naked.

They are both surprised and in a daze, rotted on the spot. Zara was staring at Zandro's eyes as she had felt his body right above her. He can't help but stare over Zara's dark eyes too.

With her under him, Thea felt the automatic response on Zandro's manhood against his body. Instead of being startled, she felt her skin hair standing, having a goosebump.

That she failed to hold herself any longer.