“Who… who is it?”
“Jess?”
Richard’s voice rang from the other side of the door, a deep, scratchy growl that made my heart flutter with that single syllable. I bit my lip before I even dared to answer, my lustful desires pleading to be fulfilled, daring me to open the door in my lust-soaked panties and pull him into my bed. But no matter how much I wanted to feel him on top of me, inside of me, claiming my innocence for himself, I couldn’t even conjure the air in my own lungs to respond.
“Listen,” he began, “I’m sorry for what I did at your party. I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I honestly don’t know what I wanted, but I just… I wanted to apologize for what I did. Hell, you’re probably not even awake, but I figured that I’d at least try… I can understand if you don’t want to talk to me. I don’t blame you one bit. I was a jerk—no, I was a complete asshole. And I don’t blame you for hating me.”
I heard the soft rattle of the doorknob as he made an effort to see if I was even there, only to find it locked. Richard knew I like my privacy, but part of me wished I’d left my door unlocked. My clit throbbed, still engorged with blood after my incessant torture in the pursuit of my orgasm. The thought of Richard being just beyond the door didn’t help my lustfulness in the slightest, thinking about how exciting it would be to cum as he sat there, none-the-wiser. I bit my lip even as my hand wandered back between my thighs.
“You’re ignoring me, I guess,” he said after a moment of awkward silence. “I guess I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to miss you when we’re away from home. I don’t hate you. In fact I respect you, Jessica. You’re the smartest person I’m ever going to meet, and I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. My eyes widened as I listened to his soft footfalls moving away from the door, letting me know that for now, I was all clear.
He respects me? I thought, lying back on my bed.
I took a slow, deep breath, my eyes closed in an attempt to calm my heart, but as my adrenaline subsided my still aching clit gave me a reminder of its needs. Despite the near heart attack I’d just suffered, listening to his soothing voice did nothing to abate my lust.
If anything, I was hornier than ever.
Chapter 6
Dick
I hadn’t realized just how much stuff I had until the day I had to fit it all into a suitcase.
Class was only a few days away, and over the last week, I had made more than a few phone calls to set up what had been one of the hardest choices of my life—while at the same time being one of the easiest choices I had ever made. As I stared at the strange emptiness of my room, I began to realize the weight of what leaving for school meant to me, and even what this huge change in my life was going to mean down the road. It was a heavy sensation, the idea that what I was doing couldn’t be undone—or if it could, then even that would have consequences for me along the line. But I knew, deep inside, that I was making the right choice.
Ever since the night of Jessica’s party I had found my thoughts wandering to her more and more, especially in the small hours of the night as I sat agonizing over the days to come. I kept imagining the way she’d looked at me, how her eyes seemed to eat me up from head to toe, hungry for what she knew she couldn’t have. It had been hard not to get an erection as she looked at me, practically licking her lips.
I took a breath and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to banish the awakening serpent that lay between my thighs back to sleep. I was finding it harder than usual to stay in the same room as Jessica ever since that night, wondering if her eyes stole lustful glances at me whenever I wasn’t looking. And now, on the eve of leaving for college, I wondered just how I’d make it through the day without giving in to my desires.
I had to keep reminding myself of who she was, of the consequences of my actions if I dared to even taste that forbidden fruit.
But it’s not really forbidden, a voice would remind me, especially as I watched Jessica leave a room, that tight little skirt conforming so well to her round ass.
I had to tell myself that no matter what I wanted, what I craved, I still needed to resist.
As the smell of breakfast wafted upstairs, I began to feel my stomach gurgle in protest, longing for the taste of bacon and eggs. One thing I’d always miss about home was my dad’s cooking—something that no campus diner could ever replicate.
Deciding that I’d packed enough to see me through at least a few months of college on my own, I zipped up my suitcase and set it down next to the small pile of boxes that I was bringing with me.
With everything packed I headed downstairs to grab myself something to eat, hoping that I’d just miss Jessica before she decided to skitter out from her room. I could only hope that she was planning to avoid me just as much as I was her—the awkwardness of the party was more than enough make things weird for both of us, especially in our own home. It would have been best if Jessica and I could have avoided one another.
But I’m not that lucky, and it was about to get much, much worse.
“Richard?” my dad called as I came down stairs. His tone of voice was not the kind you’re hear from a man totally pleased with his life—though, my dad was never pleased with his life. “Can you come here a second?”
Uh-oh, I thought, freezing on the stairs, contemplating just heading back to my room, blaming the sound of footfalls on our cat, Bandit.
“Richard!” he called again, and I knew there was no escape.
Resigning myself to what was to come I continued down the stairs, my stomach clenching tight as I waited for the yelling to begin. I wasn’t by any means afraid of my father. I was a foot taller than he was and a great deal more muscular to boot, not to mention I knew exactly how to use every bit of that muscle in a fight. No, what always made me anxious about my dad yelling was his penchant to completely overreact.
“Yeah, Dad?” I asked as I stepped into the kitchen. Just as I feared, he had the same look he always got whenever she was angry. His face was red and sweat had started beading on his temple. I’d likened him to a boiler about to burst on more than one occasion.
And to make things even worse, Jessica was sitting at the kitchen table. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I had to try my damnedest to pull my gaze away from her and back to my fuming father.
“What the hell is this?” he asked, shaking a piece of paper that looked like it had been folded up into an envelope. I frowned. Had he gone through my mail?
“You tell me,” I said, “since you’re holding it in your hand. What is it?”
“It’s a letter from Yale,” he began, doing a poor job of keeping an even tone to his voice. “It says that ‘they’re sorry that you’ve decided to choose a different university, and that they wish you luck with you new academic ventures.’ Now, if I remember right, you and me had a deaclass="underline" you’d go to Yale, get a full ride at one of the best schools in the country, and do better than I ever did. Wasn’t that our deal?”
“I had a better offer,” I said, glancing again toward Jessica. She looked like a deer in the headlights, trying to busy herself with a piece of toast so that she didn’t look like she was listening. Her cheeks were turning red again, and I needed every ounce of control not to pop a stiffy right there in the kitchen.
“What the hell could be better than Yale?” my dad cried, throwing his arms up in frustration. “You could have had everything that I didn’t—you could have gone to the school that I could have only dreamed of when I was your age! How could you throw all of that away for yourself, Richard?”
“Like I said, I had another offer from a different school. One that I like a lot better than the programs at Yale.” To tell the truth, Yale was probably my best option, but some things were way more important.