Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 233/ 27: Before the Alarm

I moaned as I slowly woke up, my mind blank as I let my eyes flutter open. It took me a moment to remember I was at Crystal's house instead. I lay there with a weight on my chest, and I knew it was Crystal. She was sleeping softly, her breathing a rhythm for me to listen to, and I turned to wonder why I hadn't heard my alarm. I reached out and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I did not remember putting my phone there; the only thing that made sense was that Crystal got it for me.

I had no missed calls or texts from my mom or dad, which was both a surprise and not. Knowing my mother, she was probably still reeling from our conversation last night. I knew my mother would never expect me to take it to a spot outside my father where I would take care of her. My mother loved her art but was never famous or made a full art display. She made a steady stream of money, but it was never enough to pay the bills for a house and a kid.

That was what Dad did, so my mother was always in the minor support role in our house. She was the extra finances where things went wrong. Most of the time, from what I knew, Mom spent most of the money she made on her art again. I knew she was quite profitable, but that was not discussed as much, and it was never enough to live on.

Or I could all be wrong. So much about my parents could be a lie. I just did not know.

My thoughts roamed, and I pet Crystal's hair as she lay on my chest. I checked my phone once again. I woke up before my alarm, and it wouldn't be long before it would go off. I let my phone hand go limp, and it bounced slightly on the bed. I thought about what I wanted to do. Did I want to move in with Crystal?

Crystal didn't want that yet.

Admitting that to myself did not hurt like I thought it would. I loved what Crystal was doing for me during the week without even telling me that she was doing it. When she confessed to me on Wednesday that she loved me, I believed her. She did little things for me that were helping me in the best possible way. She loved the intimacy between us; she loved me being with others and doing things for me without asking.

I didn't even know how to pay her back or thank her. Saying thank you all the time made it feel so distant. I didn't know how I felt about Crystal or if it was love, but at this point, I didn't want her out of my life. She was amazing in so many ways, and she was fucking adorable. The blush on her face when I caught her cleaning was amazing. I really wondered why she didn't want me to see her like that.

But I also knew that Crystal didn't want me to live here full time, yet oddly did want me here often. Something told me that she was split, but if I asked or pushed on the decision to move in, I would be rejected. That was fine with me, though, and I realized I didn't want to live here full-time.

It was odd, but I wanted something of my own. I wanted a place that I could choose and buy things for. Something that when people walked in, they knew it was mine. I wanted a home that was completely and utterly mine and that those visiting knew I made that choice, whether by default or by choice.

Absent-mindedly, I brushed Crystal's hair as she slept on my breasts, and I stared at the ceiling, knowing I should have slept a bit longer but knowing I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. I just stared at the room, calmly stroking my girlfriend's hair. It was peaceful and amazing to think that someone like her would love me and want to take care of me. I knew my cock had a bit to do with it, but I also knew she loved me for me. She told me without even thinking about it. In her lust and desire, she would tell me straight what she loved.

My fingers stroked her brown hair, and it tickled my breasts a little. She moved a little, cozying up to my massive breast a little, and I felt her drooling a bit. It was a little gross, but I wasn't about to wake her up. I fill her with even more of my juices on a regular basis; I could take a little drool from my girlfriend on my beasts.

Watching Crystal, I realized that even if I wanted to live with Crystal now, it wasn't the right time. I was in school, and I was several years younger than her. I remember her reaction to when I told her my age, and I knew that it was something many people would call borderline icky. Crystal was in her mid to late twenties, and I felt a bit of a blush of shame as I realized that I had forgotten her actual age. It wasn't something we talked about.

But I wanted to try living alone for a bit or maybe with a roommate. I actually wouldn't mind that roommate being Crystal, either. This was Crystal's house, though, and I was a guest. This was her space; I was occupying her space in her house and wanted a place of my own. I never really had a place of my own, and I wanted that badly. I really, really wanted a place to call my own, and that meant not being here.

Then, there was the problem: I fully planned to further my education. I already knew what I wanted to do, though. Sports, I loved competition, and I didn't build this temple of a body for no reason. I didn't run in the morning just because I loved the feeling of the wind licking my skin as I sprinted.

I did it because I want to compete. I wanted to go to competitions and win against the best, which meant going to school. Well, that's not completely true, but it was an avenue I could take to go farther. All my lovers in school were also going to universities and Colleges. I would have to decide what I wanted to do when they already have. I needed to pick a specialization as well, and frankly, I couldn't give a damn what I went down.

No, there was one I could go down that would help me in the future.

Biology.

I frowned. I took it each year to help me understand more about my body, but I found most of it now was not about what I wanted to learn. I wanted to know more about the human body, how it works, how it spends its energy and hormones. Especially because my hormones were off the charts when I had my periods.

I wanted to learn how the human body worked under exhaustion and how to make it run even more efficiently. How best to best build, craft, maintain, and further to destroy the human body. How a single kick could make a person collapse. How to dismantle a person and how to build a weakling into a strong person. These were the things that I was interested in.

Sports science? Should I go into Sports Science?

The question rang in my head when I realized there was something else I was interested in. It was how to please and, well, torture someone with their body. I wanted to know how to inflict that perfect amount of pain with that perfect amount of pleasure. I wanted to bring Crystal to the brink of her sanity as I played with her, making her orgasm again and again. I wanted to do that to my clients and my lovers.

The very thought of keeping them on the edge over and over before ruining or giving them orgasms was invigorating. Was that something that I could learn in Sports science? Medical field?

Where could I learn the deep intricacies of what I truly cared about?

I wanted to learn about things I cared about!

Did I need to find a better job than the club?

Fuck no! I would play sports! I would go pro somehow!

So what did I want to do with my life if I wasn't worried about work and finding a 'good job' or how to pay for school?

"I want to do whatever I want to do with my life," I found myself going into Crystal's room as I lay there with her, sleeping on my breasts. I wanted to fuck who I wanted to, love who I wanted to, and do whatever I wanted to do. I want to play with celebrities and rich people or whoever I damn well fancy. I want to be free to work out in the mornings and then run in the Olympics. I want total freedom to study whatever the fuck I want!

I was so sick of taking classes needed for a diploma when I cared nothing for them. I was tired of the obligations that I had around the area with my mom and dad. I love my mom, although I will admit I didn't like my dad. I love him; he helped raise me. He was an asshole, though.

But I also want the freedom to dump them.

My mind spun, and I continued to pet Crystal's hair, my mind indecisive on things still. This was the most I thought about the future in forever. I hated thinking about the future but would have to come up with some choices soon. My mind reverted back to a place to call my own, and I couldn't help but chuckle. What places were there in the area was a good question to ask myself.

I had not a damn clue what was in the area for rent or purchase. That meant getting a realtor. Then there was the question of mortgage, utilities, and various other things that I didn't want to deal with. All of it is a damn pain in my ass. Then what about school next year? Even though I didn't know what I wanted to go to school for, I still knew that I wanted to go.

So, would I sell the house? rent it? Or if I was renting, could I get a lease that only lasts so long?

So many questions started to litter my head, and I sighed, picked up my phone again, and realized only a couple of minutes had passed. I balked at the fact that time was moving so slowly, and I was stuck here in my head, petting my girlfriend as she slept. Still not enough time to go back to sleep but not quite time I have to get up.

I could get up, but I didn't want to move Crystal as I knew how much she loved sleeping on my breasts. It was something small I could do for her, and it made me a little happy to see her happily sleeping on them. I gave them a damn use other than being fat on my chest. I would love it if my breasts would stop growing. Somehow it was the only place that fat showed up on my body as I worked out religiously. Yet, despite that religious fervor, I still have massive fucking breasts.

Suddenly, my mind went back to the lawyer I had recently hired, and I realized that I could illicit her help with the house thing. Maybe she would give me advice on what to do. I could also talk to Crystal and see about living here till school too. I know Samantha would allow me to stay at the club, it seems, although that didn't seem like a long-term solution.

What I noticed, though, was that I was allowed a lot of choices that I could make after being kicked out. I had lovers that would take me in. I had a job that would take me in and the money to afford all of this, and suddenly, I had a smile as I realized why I had all of what I had. I told Jake to fuck off and started standing up for myself. Since then, I might not needed to have gotten as rough as I did with Jake again, but everything has stemmed from it.

Then the rest was because of Crystal. My wonderful Girlfriend. She was amazing, even sleeping on my breasts, and I owe her so much even as I fuck other women. I should do something for her soon. Something that would give her fap material for a long time. Something that would, just by bringing it up a will, make her cum a little. I would have to think of something because I wouldn't have these choices without her. Would I be on the streets with a backpack full of books? No, Sensei would take me in.

I had to correct myself there. There was Sensei, and I could stay with him till I got on my feet.

That was all me too.

For some reason, that made me feel better. Maybe there were more people in my life that cared for me than I thought. I just had to think about it a bit. It was comforting to be cared about, and I knew some were wondering what I was going to do with my life. I thought back to what Mr. Trimmers and Mrs. Grendier said to me the other day about getting into running. I could also move into that and join track and field teams. To be honest, I didn't know how fast I was, but that only took a moment to find out.

I had so much in life to move forward to, so what would it be?

Petting my girlfriend's hair, I continued to stare at the ceiling. It was too damn early in the morning, and I was on my back, just contemplating what the fuck I should do with my life. That was all, not the world's mysteries, yet I felt like that was what I was trying to do. Was it complicated? Not that I can think of, but it was so damn hard to decide.

Stoking my girlfriend's hair, though. I realized one thing that I needed to do. I couldn't decide here and now. That would have to wait, and I needed to talk to my girlfriend, my boss, my lovers, my lawyer, and Hilda. Gather information about certain things and move forward with a purpose. I could not be sitting in the darkness deciding these things. There were things that I needed to be more informed about that I needed to start looking into.

I was eighteen, and I was an adult, and I would have to do some of those things adults do in order to move forward in life.

The alarm rang, interrupting my thoughts and making Crystal groan. I couldn't help but smile, looking at her as I turned off my alarm. It was time to get going.