At last, I was the one in Celia’s arms. She was as thrilling as I knew she would be, as soft as I’d suspected she would feel, and intoxicating with her scent surrounding me.I stared down at her, my cock in her hands, and just felt her with me. She was ready for me and for a long night of nothing but each other. Of course, she thought I was Keith but that didn’t stop me as I traced the outline of her mouth, eager to suck me dry.“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.” The words came from somewhere deep inside of me, a place I didn’t often examine anymore. “I almost think you’re a dream.” I lost myself in her face as she stroked my hard length in her hand, her fingers silky soft, with an impressive skill for a novice.Her reply to my words as a hot lick around the head of my shaft, before she sucked me into her sweet mouth.“I need you,” I whispered to her before I let my head fall back to the pillow. She’d met me at the door, naked and ready for me, sexier than anything I’d ever se
Another week passed as I went to class, work, and then straight home to Keith every day. It was a totally new way of life for me, but I couldn’t help but love it. Even if he had cut his hair. That kind of broke my heart because he’d done it for me. It also made me smile because he’d done it for me. I didn’t see Rachel, thankfully, but I did see Becky. She was a little miffed at me for leaving her at the bar on her own that night. I’d been so caught up in the moment and then the sex, that I’d ignored her even in class since I spent most of the time on my phone with Keith. I valued her friendship, so I made the effort to apologize with a hug and a quick lunch between classes and all seemed to be going well.I’d even started to feel optimistic again, after the drama with Rachel. I hadn’t heard anything more from the school about it, but I knew there was some kind of investigation going on. I got evil looks from the sorority sisters she hung out with and I could hear their whispers when
“Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” I said to my brothers through a Facebook group call, outside the hospital. “They’ve just fucked her hair up. Fucking again.” I heard both of my brothers swear and knew we had to do something. But we didn’t want to do too much, not until Celia knew about all of us. Not just Keith. We had a lot of explaining to do, I knew, which was why I hadn’t really wanted to play this game. Celia had changed my reluctance to eagerness, however, and now I didn’t want to let her go any more than Grant or Keith did. “Listen, we’ll figure something out later, okay? Right now, I need to get her back home and cleaned up. You two stay out of sight, alright? What?” I paused as Grant made a noise of protest.“It’s my turn, you dick!” he said and swore again. “But I know we can’t just switch up in the middle of this. Just get her home and we’ll stay out of the way.” “Good. I’ll have her there as soon as she gets her release papers. I’ll have her in the shower for a while, I’
“I kind of like the pink,” I told her when I saw her a few minutes after I got out of the shower. “It’s like you have a cotton candy halo around your head.” “Oh stop!” She patted at her hair, but it just wouldn’t lay flat. “I think that dye damaged it because it was on there so long. It made it kind of frizzy.” “I’m sure there will be something at the salon that can fix it,” I reassured her as we walked in the direction of the hairdressers’. I stopped and picked up two coffees and then we were on our way. The walk took fifteen minutes, but we were still early. Natalie let us in anyway, her eyes wide as she looked at Celia. “Girl, I have to teach you how to throw a hay-maker, don’t I?” She tutted and fussed until she had Celia in a chair with a cover snapped around her neck to protect her clothes. She examined Celia’s hair carefully and asked questions before she finally offered any advice. “Right now, I’d tell you to leave it alone. The hair was really damaged by the dye they thre
I went to the campus police station after I left Keith at his class. He’d been worried about me walking around on my own, but I wasn’t. Let Rachel and her ‘sisters’ play their stupid games. The law was on my side. I filed a formal complaint against her, the sorority, and the owner of the car. Keith’s security cameras had caught the whole thing and recorded it. I gave the police a copy of the file for their records and walked out of the station happier and feeling lighter for doing it. The school didn’t want to do anything, fine. I’d go to the police. If the campus police didn’t want to do anything, I’d go to the sheriff, or whoever it was that was next on the list. Something had to be done about these stupid rituals they had in place.Because that’s all I could think that this was. Rachel wanted to be in the mean girls’ club, and this was her way of doing it. Or, the sorority had put her up to it as a hazing initiation or some bullshit like that. I didn’t know anything for sure, but
It was Grant’s night with Celia, but I hadn’t seen her hair yet. Grant told me about it but it just didn’t make any sense in my head. I waited for her to come home after her shift at the library and hid from her. When she went to walk up the stairs, I leaned out from the kitchen to have a look at the back.Okay, not too bad. I tried to lean out to have a better look, but my sock-clad foot slid on the polished, hardwood floors and I fell. I quickly got up and knew I was caught. I ran to the pantry door, slipped inside and quietly closed the door.“Hey?” she called out as she came back down the stairs. “Are you down here, Keith?” “Celia, are you home?” I heard Grant call from the living room. “Sorry, I knocked over a plant. How was your day?” “People like my hair, apparently. I’ve had some stares, some compliments, and someone slipped me a number. Which I promptly threw away.” I heard her kiss him and knew I was saved. I came out of the closet and went through the other door to the b
I wanted to run away. I wanted to never leave. Conflicted, that’s how I felt as I stared across the bed and through the glass wall. It was so… hot. But at the same time, so weird. I didn’t know where to look and my eyes moved from place to place.“It’s okay for you to look, Celia,” Keith whispered. “That’s why they’ve left the curtains open, so people can watch.” “Any people?” I whispered back; afraid they could hear me. “Sure, anyone the club lets in. And they don’t allow just anyone in. The only reason you’re here is that I brought you with me.” “I see.” But I didn’t. I thought we were going to a club, get drunk, and dance the night away. This was better, worse, a nightmare, but a fantasy too. I groaned and put my hands over my face. People did this?“What’s wrong? Is it too much?” “Do you want… that?” I gulped around the lump in my throat, shocked by what I saw, by what was happening. “Only if you do. That’s why I brought you here, Celia. So you can explore. I know I was your
“Celia, I really need to talk to you and a phone text isn’t the best way to do it. Would you please answer your phone?” I listened to the message Becky had left for me on voicemail the next morning and groaned.I’d avoided her for so long. She didn’t seem to be happy that I was with Keith and she’d texted me a few times to ask me to come to the diner with her. And every time I wanted to reply to her I felt like a naughty little schoolgirl, who would be told off by their mom for doing all the things that I did with Keith. Especially after last night. Becky and I had made up, sure, but I didn’t want to constantly have to defend my relationship with Keith to her. This was mine, all mine, and I wasn’t about to let anyone take that from me. Even a really good friend like Becky. I rolled out of bed, sore from my exertions of the night before, and headed for the shower. I had class and so did Keith. He was already up but in his own shower downstairs. I stepped into the hot water and let it