Terrence Hall.
I click ‘send’ and press the lock button with too much pressure, resisting the urge to slam the phone hard against the table.
‘Who’s there?’
‘Open up and see’, says the person on the other side of the door, accompanied by what sounded like drunk chuckling.
I open the door and she’s standing there. Is today roleplay day? I must have forgotten.
‘Hi’.
‘Hi, you. You like?’
‘I thought we were not supposed to see until Valentine’s?’, I say, eyeing her as she hops in through the door. This girl will be the death of me. I cannot resist her- one day I overheard her conversation with one of her other men. He’d told her that he could never resist her sexy aura because she just had it. That there was something so sexy about her and it drove him mad, knowing that she never did anything she did deliberately. He wanted to hate-fuck her. I heard it and I knew he’d been got as well.
I close the door and inhale deeply before I turn around to face her. She’s standing with her weight on her right, no, left leg and her right leg is stretched out to the side. Her legs look like the capital letter A. She’s dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, looking really bad and in need of some spanking. Her hair is in a double ponytail, and she’s packed it very high up. Red lipstick and a big stick sweet that’s nicely smudging it as the sweet goes in and out of her mouth when she talks. She’s got the glitters from her shiny face all over her collar bone and chest- two of the buttons on this schoolgirl shirt are undone.
‘I can see your pussy in that skirt’. I’m biting my teeth together so hard; these words are almost distorted as they come out of my mouth. How many men and women and beasts have lusted after her between Patricia-fucking-hall and this room?
‘I thought this outfit would excite you, not annoy you.’ This statement makes me so hard instantly. I must have given myself away some how (since both of my hands are in the pockets of my sweatpants) because her eyes lazily roll off from my face, down my chest, to my groin, then slowly back up. By the time our eyes meet again, I have decided that the bonfire night happening outside is going to be my best cover. The hallway is literally crawling with people fucking and moaning. No one is in their rooms alone tonight- well, except Theo from down the hall. 7 months and I have had to suppress the burn I feel at the back of my throat whenever I grab her bum and squeeze her cheeks. My heart has nearly exploded more times than I can count from her clutching my shoulders and making me cum inside her. I am obsessed with the idea of sucking the life out of her; I can’t wait until she’s screaming my name in fear and begging for her life instead. I doubt that this will be the case tonight though, since I can’t move from where I’m standing.
‘You are acting weird. I’m leaving.’
Yes girl, run as fast as you can from me. Maybe you can stop what’s coming for you.
‘Can you at least give me some weed, so I can take care of things myself the right way?’
‘Sure. I’m sorry. Check the wooden box.’
Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps, one tiny finger shoving me out of her way, no goodbye kisses, door slams.
