Chapter 82: Dream Vs. Reality.

Leonardo’s POV
“Bartender, I need the strongest drink right now,” I said, signaling to the bartender.
He glanced at me with a knowing look. “You’re here again, huh? I guess... whatever was going on didn’t go as planned?”
I nodded slowly, the weight of everything pressing down on me. “Tell me about it.”
He didn’t say anything more but disappeared behind the bar to grab my order.
As I waited, a familiar song began to play through the speakers. I froze, recognizing the words.
“I lie awake, I drive myself crazy…”
I sighed deeply. "Why is it every time I'm going through an emotional mess, I come to this bar, and a song that talks about how miserable I feel starts playing?
It's like the universe is reminding me how stupid I was to let Aurora go.”
The bartender, who was wiping down a glass, glanced over at me.
“Sometimes, they’re a sign,” he said softly, his eyes focused on the glass in his hand.
“A sign that we should’ve done what we were too scared to do. And now, after it’s all done, we’re left with nothing but regret.”
His words hit me harder than I expected. I looked down at the counter, trying to ignore the sting in my chest.
I didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. I had let fear and pride get in the way of what I truly wanted.
I had pushed Aurora away, and now I was sitting here, alone, wishing I could turn back time.
The bartender placed my drink in front of me, and I didn’t hesitate to take it. The strong liquor burned as it slid down my throat, but it didn’t do much to numb the pain I felt inside.
I was still wide awake, still driving myself crazy with thoughts of Aurora, of everything I had lost.
I gripped the glass, staring into it as if it held the answers I was searching for.
But I knew better. There was no drink, no song, no distraction that could fix the mess I had made.
“I’m a fool,” I whispered to myself, barely above a whisper. “I had everything, and I let it slip through my fingers.”
I stumbled out of the bar, my mind spinning from the alcohol. The world felt like it was tilting with each step I took.
My feet carried me back to the mansion, though I wasn’t sure if I was walking or just dragging myself.
I entered my room, closing the door behind me with a thud. But as I turned, my heart sank when I saw her Lena, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with that usual smug expression.
“What are you doing here, Lena?” My voice was low, heavy with alcohol and irritation.
“I don’t remember asking you to meet me here.”
Lena stood up and immediately walked toward me. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, and her nose wrinkled in disgust.
She raised a hand and covered her nose dramatically.
“Have you been drinking?” she asked, her voice sharp with disapproval.
I gave a slow, drunken nod. “Yeah, and so? Are you going to run off and tell your beloved father?”
I let out a bitter laugh, though it didn’t feel funny. I was beyond caring about what anyone thought.
Without waiting for her to respond, I slumped onto the bed, the room spinning even more.
My head hit the pillow, and I felt the weight of exhaustion sinking into my bones. But Lena didn’t leave, and her presence only made things worse.
I closed my eyes, hoping she’d just disappear. But of course, she didn’t.
"Don’t just sit there, Lena," I muttered, turning my head away from her.
"What do you want? Why are you still here?"
She didn’t say anything and my mind was so blurry I couldn’t see her and then everything went dark.

******
I heard a knock on my door and got up with my drunken state, I opened the door and saw Aurora standing there.

I looked surprised as I never thought I would see her or that she would come to my room to see me.

“Aurora? What are you doing here?”

She smiled and spoke. “I came to see you, Leonardo. Can I come in?”

I moved aside quickly to gesture for her to come in. “Of course.”

She entered and I shut the door and locked it.

Before I could say anything, she rushed at me and kissed me, passionately, moaning in my mouth  as she grabbed on to my head, clutching at my hair as I clutched her. We kissed ferociously, then frenched like we were in hungry lions that had been deprived food for a while. Aurora’s round mouth was inside mine, her tits and tongue knocking the wind right out of me.

“God, I’ve been waiting to do this for a while!” she gasped, echoing my thoughts exactly. Then she caught my slippery sticker between her dazzling white teeth and started sucking on it, blowing tongue like I well knew she
could blow cock.

I grunted my satisfaction and gripped her bum, sliding my sweaty hands up and under her dangerously short skirt and going skin-on-skin with her firm, plump butt cheeks.

It was pantyless Thursday, as usual, and I roughly kneaded her sassy seat cushions, lifting the hot blooded and bodied babe clear off the ground, as she
16 anxiously sucked on my tongue.

“Let’s see your tits!” I hissed, when she’d finally given me back my talking-tool.

She glanced up at me and smiled wickedly, her chest heaving and her eyes ablaze. Then she shoved me back and popped the buttons on her blouse open.

She spun around, shimmied the shiny garment off her buff, brown shoulders, teasing me. The stretched-out top fluttered to the floor, joining my tongue there, as Aurora toyed with the twenty-pound-test hooks that barely held her satiny, pink bra together at the back.

“Fuck that!” I growled, grabbing the titted tart’s hot little hands and flinging them aside.

I quickly unfastened her chest protector, my hands moving easily. I had always been attracted to a curvy figure ever since I was younger, watching certain actresses and being fascinated by their appearance.
Aurora turned around to face me, arms squeezed together to keep her deep-cupped bra in place, exhibiting enough yawning cleavage to make even the Grand Canyon envious.
“These what you’re after?’ she giggled, dropping her arms to her sides, and her bra to the floor.
Her chest was large and heavy in front of me, with visible piercings and tattoos on her skin.
Across the top of her chest, in gothic letters, were the words ‘Handle with Care’.
She was a wild child, all right, and she cried out with joy when I grabbed onto her jugs and squeezed.

“Feel up my titties!” she yelped.

I steered the breast-blessed babe till her bum bumped into a wooden desk
that stood against the back wall. Then I hefted her boobs and bent my head down and licked at her nipples.

“Mmmm!” she groaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip.

I knew from our previous sessions just how supersensitive the hottie’s hooters were, so I swirled my tongue all around first one stiff, rubbery nipple and then the other, tonguing them even longer and harder, my hands mauling her massive mams as I did so.

Then I latched my lips onto one of her nipples and sucked on it, tugged on it, pulled on her ring, nursing tit like I expected a warm gush of nourishment any second.

“Suck my titties!” Aurora wailed. She lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her shimmering, night-shaded tresses, thrusting out and abandoning her treasure chest to my loving hands and mouth.

I sucked long and hard on her one tit, scouring the underside of it with my thrashing tongue, biting into its swollen nipple. Then repeated the erotic process with her other burgeoning boob.

Before shoving her jugs together and slashing my tongue back and forth across both of the babe’s wickedly flared nipples at once.

Aurora’s body and boobs shuddered in my hands, but I kept right on with the tongue-lashing, desperately feeling up her smooth, superheated tit-flesh. Until at last her eyes popped open and she hissed,

“Fuck me!”

I unhanded her damp breasts in order that she could unhook her skirt, so that I could unbuckle and unzip my pants, and drop them and my drawers.

Aurora jumped ass backwards onto the desk and spread her legs, her shaven
snatch winking with wetness. I shuffled forward, in between her slim, honey-dipped limbs, my arrow-straight cock pointing stiffly and directly at the girl’s slit,
straining to find a home there.

“Fuck me!” she urged, leaning back against the wall and gathering up her splayed breasts and squeezing them.

I shouldered her legs, gulped down some air, and then parted her slick pussy lips with my mushroomed cocktop.

I pushed forward, diving deep into the luscious lady’s sopping twat. I started pumping my hips, slowly at first, then faster and faster, getting a good, hard fucking rhythm going.

I churned my rod back and forth in Aurora’s tight, juicy cunt, the desk banging into the wall, my girl’s ass and boobs shivering with each and every cock-thrust.

“Gimme those tits!” I yelled, brushing her hands away and grabbing onto her brown jugs. I groped them, rolled and pulled nipples, relentlessly pistoning my pulsating cock in and out of her pussy.

She gripped the edge of the scraping desk with whiteknuckled fingers and desperately twisted her head back and forth against the wall, raven locks falling over and sticking to her perspiration-slick face.

“I’m coming!” she screamed.

I shifted it into fifth gear, fucking the hootered honey in a frenzy, my lower body smacking against her rippling butt cheeks, my battering-ram cock splitting her in two.

“I’m coming, too, baby!” I gritted.

Her body jerked and her jugs jounced around in my greasy hands, as I hammered the both of us headlong into orgasm. The sperm in my balls boiled out-of-control and shot up my shaft and spray-painted the velvet walls of the
girl’s gushing pussy.

I blasted wad after white-hot wad into Aurora’s love tunnel, in time to the electric shocks jolting our bodies.

When it was finally all over, I exhaustedly toyed with the girl’s glistening melons, gently squeezing them, primping her nipples, as she quivered with the afterquakes of ecstasy.

As my still-hard cock sluiced slowly back and forth in her dripping slit.

“That was great. Can we go another round?”

******
The next morning, I woke up feeling happy and excited about the beautiful yet wild night I had with Aurora.
I turned to look at her next to me, but was shocked to see someone I wasn’t expecting.
“Lena?”
Jesus H. Christ! I slept with Lena!”
I quickly got up, realizing my nakedness and that I had slept with Lena, not Aurora. I had only dreamed of being with Aurora.
“H-Holy sh*t!”