Camille: It took a while for the words Reggie just said to register in my head. “Excuse me?” I muttered. “Did you fuck him?” He repeated. “Daniel. Last night.” Now was my time to get mad. Why on earth would he think it was okay to ask me that. “What kind of stupid question is that?” I asked, my voice sounding an octave higher. Reggie hit the steering wheel with so much force, I flinched. His eyes were filled with so much rage they were almost red. “I asked you a fucking question, so just answer it,” he snapped. “I didn’t do anything with Daniel,” I was forced to say, suddenly filled with fear at his reaction. He laughed, but it was a humorless one. “You think I’m an idiot?” He asked. “You told me you were a virgin and that was why you wouldn’t let me touch you, but you went back home and let him bend you over like a wh*re.” “Stop,” I whispered, wanting to yell but being unable to. I had never seen this side of Reggie before. Now that we were both in
Camille: My head hurt. It felt like someone was continuously hitting my head into a wall. The pain came and went like a throb, remaining consistent, yet worsening after every break. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were blurry lights above my head. I tried to look away, but my head was fixed in place. I couldn’t turn my neck or any other part of my body for that matter. “She’s awake, doctor,” I heard someone say frantically. “Hello,” the unfamiliar voice I recognized as the doctor’s said, his smiling face coming into view. “That was shorter than I expected.” I tried to speak, but my mouth completely refused to open. “You were manic when you were brought in so we had to lightly sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself. That was over an hour ago so you’ll be able to speak and be on your way before long,” the doctor continued. “You have no wounds or even any internal bleeding, just a concussion, which is a miracle considering the kind of accident you were r
Camille: “What?” Daniel asked in surprise, realizing he was somehow part of this. Lucia had the guts to look surprised as well. I was so disappointed. I had a strong urge to get up and drag her by her hair. “What are you even talking about?” She asked, touching my forehead. Turning to Daniel, she asked him whether I had taken my medications that morning. I paused. Had that even happened at all? I was beginning to doubt my own mind. No. I was sure it did. I could remember everything clearly. Reggie coming to the bookstore and Miss Winston giving me the day off to go out with him, me in the car with Reggie while he went on a rant of how I had fucked Daniel while refusing him. “Get your hands off me,” I snarled, slapping her hand away from my forehead. “You told Reggie I slept with Daniel and that was why he was so mad. That was why he was drinking and why we were arguing. I almost lost my life because you couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. You just had to go and tel
Camille: The next few days passed by quite uneventfully. Miss Winston sent me an impersonal text apologizing for her son’s behavior and telling me I could leave work indefinitely as she had to take care of her son in the hospital. I never went to see him. I didn’t know exactly how bad his condition was, but I couldn’t push myself to go. Even though I felt bad for him, I couldn’t shake off the reminder that if things had gone slightly differently, I would have been in the one in his position, or worse, I would have died on the spot. I couldn’t trust myself enough to go there. What if I saw him and got so filled with rage, I pulled off his life support. Okay, thankfully, I wasn’t that crazy, but still. I wasn’t so sure where I stood at the moment and didn’t want to risk any thing triggering me. Things weren’t better at the apartment either. Lucia kept to herself throughout the weekend, locked up in her room. When she finally tried to sneak out on Sunday afternoon and foun
Camille: I blinked twice. I couldn’t just have heard right. I didn’t know when I stepped back. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. But then again, considering every other thing that had happened before now… “I can’t believe you,” I muttered. Lucia gave me a sympathetic look. “I know it’s hard to accept but that’s why I have been…” “I can’t believe you’d stoop so low to tell me horrible things about your own brother just because you don’t want us to be together,” I spat. Lucia looked at me like I had just grown a second head. “Is that what you think this is? Why would I lie against my brother?” I shrugged. “We all know how easy it is for you to lie. It’s not really much of a surprise.” “You seriously think I’m lying?” Lucia asked, pointing to her own chest. Her eyes were dry now. She was more angry at the fact that I was implying she was a liar than sad about it. “Yes I do,” I said matter-of-factly. “When your brother g
Camille: I surprised myself by laughing. I just dropped my phone on the floor next to me and began to laugh. Daniel who had been seeking a reason to taunt me, would finally have one, because I couldn’t hide my curiosity. He had become less troublesome recently though, so there strong possibility he wouldn’t even react to my liking his post. There was equally a stronger possibility that I was overreacting and he wouldn’t even notice that I had liked his post. When I was done eating, I packed my plates to the kitchen and used the opportunity to clean up everywhere. It was still quite early, so I picked up notebook from under the couch. I was good. Really really good. I blushed as I read the previous chapters of my own book, heavily influenced by real life actions that had happened in this very house. This was so much better than any of the erotica I had read. This was so personal. I no longer had to try to fit myself into the main character’s point of view to enjoy the bo
Camille: While I had been filled with more shame than I had ever felt before, a minute ago, I was now more filled with more desire than ever before. Before I could react to Daniel’s words, he placed his hand behind my head and softly attacked my lips with his. His tongue hungrily scouted my lips, demanding access into my mouth and I let it. Now more at ease with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting my tongue roam around his mouth as much as his did. The more we kissed, the more I felt my restraints falling. I had badly missed kissing him. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach that burned down to my core. As our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths, I began to move my hips around slightly. The hard material of his pants grazed my clit when I wiggled against it, but instead of a discomforting ache, the rough feeling was so pleasurable. “F*ck. I can feel how wet you are,” he muttered before swallowing my lips again. My action seemed
“Oh yeah,” she let out a stifled moan when his girth hit her spot and the sensation almost made her combust instantly. His hand dug into her hair as he drilled into her repeatedly, letting out muffled grunts with each thrust. As she held onto the rippled muscles on his back, drawing him close, Camille knew she shouldn’t be doing this, letting her best friend’s brother use her as his personal toy when she was right in the next room, asleep and completely unaware of everything going on. *** Camille A few weeks before. “I’m so done with this stupid assignment,” Lucia grumbled, coming into the living room of our apartment and tossing her Anatomy textbook on the couch, right next to me. I rolled my eyes and tossed a popcorn into my mouth, unbothered by my roomate’s dramatic entrance. “You could have studied anything, but you chose to study medicine. Don’t blame me for your poor life choices,” I said, bending to the side so I could see the Tv better, since Lucia had
Camille: While I had been filled with more shame than I had ever felt before, a minute ago, I was now more filled with more desire than ever before. Before I could react to Daniel’s words, he placed his hand behind my head and softly attacked my lips with his. His tongue hungrily scouted my lips, demanding access into my mouth and I let it. Now more at ease with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting my tongue roam around his mouth as much as his did. The more we kissed, the more I felt my restraints falling. I had badly missed kissing him. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach that burned down to my core. As our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths, I began to move my hips around slightly. The hard material of his pants grazed my clit when I wiggled against it, but instead of a discomforting ache, the rough feeling was so pleasurable. “F*ck. I can feel how wet you are,” he muttered before swallowing my lips again. My action seemed
Camille: I surprised myself by laughing. I just dropped my phone on the floor next to me and began to laugh. Daniel who had been seeking a reason to taunt me, would finally have one, because I couldn’t hide my curiosity. He had become less troublesome recently though, so there strong possibility he wouldn’t even react to my liking his post. There was equally a stronger possibility that I was overreacting and he wouldn’t even notice that I had liked his post. When I was done eating, I packed my plates to the kitchen and used the opportunity to clean up everywhere. It was still quite early, so I picked up notebook from under the couch. I was good. Really really good. I blushed as I read the previous chapters of my own book, heavily influenced by real life actions that had happened in this very house. This was so much better than any of the erotica I had read. This was so personal. I no longer had to try to fit myself into the main character’s point of view to enjoy the bo
Camille: I blinked twice. I couldn’t just have heard right. I didn’t know when I stepped back. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. But then again, considering every other thing that had happened before now… “I can’t believe you,” I muttered. Lucia gave me a sympathetic look. “I know it’s hard to accept but that’s why I have been…” “I can’t believe you’d stoop so low to tell me horrible things about your own brother just because you don’t want us to be together,” I spat. Lucia looked at me like I had just grown a second head. “Is that what you think this is? Why would I lie against my brother?” I shrugged. “We all know how easy it is for you to lie. It’s not really much of a surprise.” “You seriously think I’m lying?” Lucia asked, pointing to her own chest. Her eyes were dry now. She was more angry at the fact that I was implying she was a liar than sad about it. “Yes I do,” I said matter-of-factly. “When your brother g
Camille: The next few days passed by quite uneventfully. Miss Winston sent me an impersonal text apologizing for her son’s behavior and telling me I could leave work indefinitely as she had to take care of her son in the hospital. I never went to see him. I didn’t know exactly how bad his condition was, but I couldn’t push myself to go. Even though I felt bad for him, I couldn’t shake off the reminder that if things had gone slightly differently, I would have been in the one in his position, or worse, I would have died on the spot. I couldn’t trust myself enough to go there. What if I saw him and got so filled with rage, I pulled off his life support. Okay, thankfully, I wasn’t that crazy, but still. I wasn’t so sure where I stood at the moment and didn’t want to risk any thing triggering me. Things weren’t better at the apartment either. Lucia kept to herself throughout the weekend, locked up in her room. When she finally tried to sneak out on Sunday afternoon and foun
Camille: “What?” Daniel asked in surprise, realizing he was somehow part of this. Lucia had the guts to look surprised as well. I was so disappointed. I had a strong urge to get up and drag her by her hair. “What are you even talking about?” She asked, touching my forehead. Turning to Daniel, she asked him whether I had taken my medications that morning. I paused. Had that even happened at all? I was beginning to doubt my own mind. No. I was sure it did. I could remember everything clearly. Reggie coming to the bookstore and Miss Winston giving me the day off to go out with him, me in the car with Reggie while he went on a rant of how I had fucked Daniel while refusing him. “Get your hands off me,” I snarled, slapping her hand away from my forehead. “You told Reggie I slept with Daniel and that was why he was so mad. That was why he was drinking and why we were arguing. I almost lost my life because you couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. You just had to go and tel
Camille: My head hurt. It felt like someone was continuously hitting my head into a wall. The pain came and went like a throb, remaining consistent, yet worsening after every break. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were blurry lights above my head. I tried to look away, but my head was fixed in place. I couldn’t turn my neck or any other part of my body for that matter. “She’s awake, doctor,” I heard someone say frantically. “Hello,” the unfamiliar voice I recognized as the doctor’s said, his smiling face coming into view. “That was shorter than I expected.” I tried to speak, but my mouth completely refused to open. “You were manic when you were brought in so we had to lightly sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself. That was over an hour ago so you’ll be able to speak and be on your way before long,” the doctor continued. “You have no wounds or even any internal bleeding, just a concussion, which is a miracle considering the kind of accident you were r
Camille: It took a while for the words Reggie just said to register in my head. “Excuse me?” I muttered. “Did you fuck him?” He repeated. “Daniel. Last night.” Now was my time to get mad. Why on earth would he think it was okay to ask me that. “What kind of stupid question is that?” I asked, my voice sounding an octave higher. Reggie hit the steering wheel with so much force, I flinched. His eyes were filled with so much rage they were almost red. “I asked you a fucking question, so just answer it,” he snapped. “I didn’t do anything with Daniel,” I was forced to say, suddenly filled with fear at his reaction. He laughed, but it was a humorless one. “You think I’m an idiot?” He asked. “You told me you were a virgin and that was why you wouldn’t let me touch you, but you went back home and let him bend you over like a wh*re.” “Stop,” I whispered, wanting to yell but being unable to. I had never seen this side of Reggie before. Now that we were both in
Camille: The relief that engulfed me was not something I could explain. For the rest of the day, I kept smiling uncontrollably. It was quite laughable that I had let the wrong result push me to the edge and had led to almost healing wounds opening again. By the end of the day, I practically skipped to work. Knowing my grades were still intact lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. It was proof that I still had a huge chunk of my life in perfect order. And better still, that I wouldn’t have to storm into the professor’s office for any reason. Miss Winston was attending to a customer when I came in. Her face didn’t split into a welcoming grin when she saw me as it usually did and I felt a little chill when she gave me an icy glare instead. “Good afternoon,” I greeted her and she simply nodded and went back to talking to her customer, whose eyes remained on me, clearly sensing that something was amiss. It was weird, but knowing better, I quietly walked down to my desk and
Camille: “What the hell!” My peaceful sleep was interrupted by the loudest screech I had ever heard. I opened my eyes slightly and looked around. Thankfully, my head didn’t hurt as much as it had the night before, but if she kept screaming like that, the headache would be sure to return. “You? Him? Get up right now!” Lucia continued, her face reddening as the words left her lips. She was livid. If looks could kill, there would have been two bodies on my bed. “Hmm,” Daniel grumbled, half-asleep, as he burrowed his head deeper into my neck. “What the fuck is going on? Cam? You slept with him? Is that it?” She yelled, turning her attention to me. I could feel the warmth from Daniel’s body where he had fallen asleep behind me. His left arm was wedged under my neck and his right arm wrapped around my waist. One of my legs was draped over his and one of his was lazily hanging over mine. He was topless and it appeared as though I was wearing nothing but his shirt which he