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I had been looking forward to the weekend like so many people do, but for me it was different. I didn’t have any grand plans; I wasn’t the type to party and I rarely went out. The excitement began on a Tuesday when my roommate told me that she’d be home for the weekend, I can’t even recall the reason and frankly, I didn’t care. I had some space, room to breath after a particularly stressful week. After two tests and a paper I had survived and just wanted to relax and clear my mind, perhaps enjoy the weekend for a change…
-Byler University of Liberal Arts: Lux Hall Sophomore Housing-
-7:00 pm-
It was a warm September night and I was lying in bed listening to the faint whistle of the wind coming through my window. The sun had just barely set, and the room existed in a twilight between the waking and the dreaming. Staring blankly at the ceiling, there was a single thought playing over and over in my head, “fuck everything”. What should have been a pleasant breeze, felt harsh on my skin and the world seemed to lack the colors of life. Lifting my phone in the air, my eyes linger on the flower that was my background and in the low light, I struggle to pull the image into focus. My vision clears and I glance at the time, 7:03pm… wondering how things had gone so wrong, so fast.
Noting the time, I press the lock button just a second before a text arrives to relight my phone and my heart stops. “iMessage: Sean <3”. My chest is tight, my pulse racing and my breath shallow, I can feel the sensation of falling as my body seems to slip into the sheets, enveloped by them, I’m suffocating, drowning. It’s been like this for 2 hours and nothing has been able to dull the pain of what I’d seen on Sean’s computer. Her name was Sarah and she seemed to be everything I wasn’t which, coincidentally, appeared to be just what my boyfriend was looking for. Like myself, she was slender, we had similar length blonde hair and thin waists “curves in the right places” as Sean would have said… he certainly had a type.
Having done my research, Sarah’s Facebook friends told me a lot about her, and her Instagram filled in the blanks. In those first 30 minutes, I was consumed by a need to find out who she was. Her friends had been the popular kids, the quarterbacks, the prom queens, the drama starting, rumor generating trash that came out of every small-town high school anywhere. Her path into college was as predictable as you can imagine from a girl throwing around daddy’s money. Standing as a testament to her character, her Instagram was a shrine of reckless abandon. Themed parties and day drinking seemed to be her scene and the more I saw, the more I questioned how my Se–… her Sean, had drifted away from me.
I snap out of my trance and the recalled images of earlier fade from my mind. I look back at my phone, the notification still taunting me “iMessage: Sean <3”. Seeing his name again, a realization struck me… it didn’t hurt, after satisfying my need to learn more, there was nothing left to hurt and in place of my helplessness I could feel an emptiness, a will that had been frozen over. The time was now 7:13 and so many things were rushing through my head. Sean, his whore, my own blindness, betrayal, suffering, pain, vindictiveness, revenge. Like some sort of twisted game show, I could only watch, waiting to find out where my chaotic emotions would land.
Then it hit me. I sat upright immediately, nearly falling from my bed. Grabbing my phone, I could barely type in my password. My hands were shaking, yet growing more confident with each tap as I navigated to my messages screen and began to scroll down. Sean… He hadn’t drifted, hadn’t made a mistake and hadn’t been stolen from me… no, he made a choice and now, I had made mine. My resolve grew with each new step to my plan forming in my mind and before long, I knew how I’d be spending the night.
“Lucky there’s a family g—”
Silence settled over the room once Derek had clicked off the TV. It was just past 7pm and he couldn’t sit through another episode without the crushing guilt that comes from skipping a night at the gym. Where there were friends with plans, there was always the potential for them to cancel, for disappointment.
A disappointment which fell away at the startling ding of his text tone. He sat up and grabbed his phone off the table as he aimlessly walked into his kitchen where he opened the message from an unknown number and poured some tea into a glass. A smile crept across his face, turning to a smirk as he finished reading the text, having recognized an old flame from a few years before. Placing the glass down, he instead grabbed his keys and was gone within minutes.
It was just after 7:45 when Sean came to my door, I’d told him that I would have the room to myself for the weekend and suggested that he join me. Welcoming him into my room, I take his coat and toss it over the back of my desk chair, the zipper hitting the wood with a soft ‘clink’. Walking to the mini fridge in the corner, I pull a cheap bottle of white wine from the top shelf and turn around to find Sean sitting on my bed.
“How was the walk from your apartment?” I asked him, wine in one hand, two mugs pinched together in the other. Sure, cheap wine from a mug is less than ideal but what can you expect in college?
“Pleasant, the temperature was just amazing, it’s such a nice night” Sean replied, taking an offered mug from my hand and sipping gently.
I approach the bed and lean in close, my face beside his. “I hope you didn’t have too long of a day; you’ve been the *only* thing on my mind these past few hours.” My lips brush gently against his ear before I pull away.
Turning, I briskly walk across the room and reaching the desk, I tuck a few rogue strands of hair back behind my ear; setting my mug on the edge, I pause to compose myself. “I thought… Maybe we could try… something… *New*…” In one smooth motion, I spin the desk chair around and lean back up against the desk, gripping the edge, waiting for any indication of interest from Sean.
My suggestion is met with a blank look, followed by a flash of confusion which finally settles into intrigue. “Well Em, that depends what you’ve got in mind”
Wordlessly, I lean forward, my fingers tucked under to lip of the top desk drawer. Sean watches me, a lustful look in his eyes as they move over my body. Reaching into the drawer behind me, I reveal what I’ve brought to play with. Held up on either side of me, each looped around an index finger, a pair of handcuffs and a roll of tape.
A nervous laugh from Sean is met with my stern gaze. He realizes that I’m serious and his apprehension slips away, leaving instead a hesitant acceptance. Moments later and he’s in the chair, hands bound behind him, his feet cuffed to the legs of the chair. I carefully light several candles around the room and the scent of lavender fills the air as I walk around behind Sean. In the flickering candlelight thrown from the windowsill, the desk and the head of the bed, the frame of my flickering shadow thins, and the room is silent aside from a faint rustle of my clothes slipping to the floor. I touch my fingers gently to his shoulder and there they remain as, one foot in front of the other, I slowly and deliberately walk around in front of him. With each step, more is revealed of my lithe figure, my lace bra with its sheer straps, supporting ample breasts; Just past a matching white lace thong, my legs tapering as his eyes glide over them. Standing a few feet away, I bend at the waist and touch my fingers to his knees. Slowly trailing up his thighs, to his waist, over his chest, across his neck and settling against his cheeks. The gentle warmth of my touch sends shivers down his spine, at which the cuffs scrape faintly against the wooden chair. Again, pacing around behind him, I take the tape from the desk and rip off a thin strip. From behind, I reach over his head and pull the tape up against Sean’s mouth, pulling firmly to ensure that it will remain in place. From his mouth down, my hands again move over his body and I can feel him tense at my touch. There is only this brief moment of teasing before —
–Derek, having waited outside the dorm for but a few minutes, slipped into the building behind a group of a students and proceeded to navigate to room 315 as the text message had instructed. He passed through narrow stairwells and various hallways, all identical and each more confusing than the last. Finally, believing to have reached his destination, Derek stopped outside of room 315. His belief was confirmed, when he noticed “Emily” written in cursive with a heart above the “I”, Derek knocked on the door.
Walking to the door, I crack it open just slightly. Enough to reveal just a bit of myself through the gap, my white lingerie stark against my tanned skin.
“Hey there” I crack a mischievous smile and step back, allowing you to pass by. Stepping into the room, you watch me move across the room and sit back on the edge of the bed, your eyes trailing over my body, distracted by the flickering candlelight against my bare skin. Absorbed in your view of me, lust and desire begin to cloud your mind as your imagination begins to run wild. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the low light and as the dark shapes begin to take form, you can make out more and more.
Finally, you notice my boyfriend tied to a chair by the desk and understandably startled, you begin to say “What the Fu–…”
Standing up, I glance over towards the desk and proceed towards you, stopping only inches away, I touch a single finger to your chin, turning your face back to me. “He decided that he’d rather hang with the guys on a Saturday night than with me. Turns out that the “guys” are usually slender and blonde with great tits” leaning in closer to you, you can smell my perfume coming off my skin. “He’s going to find out how I feel about that” stepping backwards, my finger trailing off your chin… I motion for you to follow.
Still slightly dazed, you follow my instruction, rapid glances toward to the corner of the room reward you only with muffled words from beneath the tape. Reaching my side, you feel me touch my hands to your face and then my lips, a deep lingering kiss as I slip my hands over your shoulders and down your arms. Reaching your fingers, I guide you around, ‘til you’re between myself and the bed. Breaking from that kiss, I lean into you gently as you fall back onto the bed, me on top of you.
Fingers intertwined, our hands clasped tight as I fall on top of you, I catch an eager smirk on your face, right in the space between where you know you should hide it and where you don’t care enough to bother.
This was too perfect, whether cold hearted or a justified silent rage, this strike back at Sean was already more than I could have hoped for.
Biting my lip, I look towards Sean and make a kissing motion with my lips, receiving the sounds of muffled despair in return. As I begin to kiss down your body, I glance up, seeing the horror on Sean’s face. Each kiss only turns me on more.
I can feel you begin to breath a bit heavier beneath my lips. Your arousal evident at this point. Your muscles relax and you sink back into the bed, your head laying back against the mattress. You close your eyes and can feel the gentle rocking of the bed as I shift my weight around, kissing you gently, slowly and playfully, not missing a spot.
After what seems to be an eternity, my lips reach your waist and I slip a finger just beneath your pants, running it slowly along the inside of your waistband. I lightly kiss your stomach and you can feel a gentle tug around your waist as I undo your belt, before moving to your button and onto your zipper. I lean in to kiss deeper and your pants slip over your hips, my hair spilling over my shoulders and flowing over your skin as my lips kiss closer and closer to where I know you want them. Your pants finally slip over your cock, and I kiss the side of it. My fingers wrap around you and I look up smiling, your warm, pulsing cock pressed up against my face.
Your cock instinctively twitches when you feel me kiss it for the first time, your fists grip the sheets and I can hear a faint moan. I look up to see you biting your lip, looking back down at me and my eager expression. My breasts resting on your thighs seems to drive you crazy and the slightest movement rewards me with an involuntary, sharp exhale from you. All of this is almost too much for you and your cock flexes even harder, waiting for me to take it however I’d like.
I start to gently stroke you and touch my warm tongue to the base of your cock. Over the next 10 seconds, I slide my tongue up your cock, and flick the tip with my tongue, making you tense up briefly. Adjusting myself between your legs, I begin to stroke faster, using my tongue to scoop your balls into my mouth, you can feel my warm lips take them, sucking so gently you can barely feel it.
You tense up and flex in my hand, experiencing a rush that takes your breath away. I can feel your thighs tightening up beneath me, your every muscle reacting as you feel my tongue and mouth around your balls. You can’t even remember the last time you felt this good.
In the corner, the chair creaks and my boyfriend struggles to get free, again screaming through the tape when he hears you moan. I look up and lock eyes with him across the room and just laugh. Eyes still on him, I lean down, taking the tip of your cock into my mouth. Tightening my lips around it, I slide my tongue in slow circles, pausing only to press my tongue straight down on the tip. I then cup your balls in the palm of my hand and massage gently while I slide my mouth an inch further, taking you slowly between my lips, moving down your cock until you feel it hit the back of my throat, I cough gently and my throat squeezes around the tip. Holding for a moment before pulling back up, I keep my tongue pressed against you, sliding along the bottom as I do. I wrap my fingers around you and stroke as I begin to lick you in short little flicks of my tongue like a lollipop.
You let out a rough groan that turns into a moan, I feel you tensing up your body even tighter and you begin to buck your hips up a little as you feel my tongue running up the base of your cock. It’s obvious that you’re desperate to prolong the sensation. Each time I glance at my boyfriend, you smirk a little and the thought of the situation; being here, right now, with me, in front of him.
Pausing for a second, I sit up on my knees, kneeling on the bed. You open your mouth to speak and I simply lift a finger to my lips, silencing you. My fingers touch my cheeks and locking eyes with you, I slip down to my shoulders and slide my thumbs below the straps of my bra. I tug them each over my shoulders before reaching behind my back. A brief moment and a slight bounce later, my bra begins to fall away, my bare chest is supple and barely visible in the flickering candlelight, your eyes are fixated on me. With one hand, not even bothering to look, I toss my bra towards Sean. Grinning at each other with giddy satisfaction, we can both hear his muffled commentary, though the anger seems to have slipped away, a little ember of hope remained in his eyes, waiting to be stomped out.
I laugh briefly to myself before taking you into my mouth once again, the warmth feels even better now after feeling the cool air on your wet cock. I take several inches into my mouth and come back up to the tip, I again take you into my mouth and back again, each time shorter than the last.
You breathe deeper, groaning softly as you feel my lips sliding up and down your shaft. You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut, focusing entirely on the pleasure. Still working with my lips, I look up at you, the candlelight flashing against my brown eyes set beneath the shadows cast on my face. You’re gripping the sheets, not only from the feeling of my tongue and lips hugging your shaft but from the enthusiasm you can easily perceive in each dip of my head.
Taking you from my mouth, I continue to stroke. Kissing down to the base, I can feel you shiver as my lips move up your body. Pausing when I reach your stomach. I look back down and kneeling between your legs, I dip my chest down and take your cock between my tits. Holding them around you, I gently massage them. Grinning ear to ear, I look up at you and then glance over to my ‘boyfriend’ “is that a tear that I see, darling?” He angrily screams something, and I look back at you. Stroking your cock between my tits. I lower my voice and say to you, just loudly enough for him to hear “you’re going to take good care of me…aren’t you…?”
Your one hand slips down, trailing up my arm and down to my breasts. My skin soft and smooth beneath your fingers. I give a light gasp, feeling your rough hands grip my chest. Your hips beginning to work up against my breasts and I can feel you massaging my perky nipples. Gripping your wrists, I inhale, pushing my chest out against your grasp, my deep breathing finally giving way to a low moan.
Pausing there, I sit back and again leaning forward, I kiss the tip. Once again dipping my body, I slide my tits over you, working up to press my lips against yours. After that brief kiss, I shuffle back to stand up beside the bed. Having almost forgotten, I turn around and pace over to Sean. Turning to face you on the bed, I slide my feet apart, lowering myself a few inches, just in front of the chair. Bending at the waist, I lean forward, wrapping my hands around my ankles, I straighten up, trailing my hands up my legs. As my fingers reach my thighs, you sit up on your elbows, catching a better view of my taunting act for Sean. Flipping my blonde hair back over my shoulders, I finish working my hands up my body and cupping my breasts, I squeeze gently, my body tensing.
Releasing my breasts, I slide my hands down my sides towards my hips. Lowering myself and leaning back, my hands shift from my hips to Sean’s legs.
I glance back over my shoulder at him, as he struggles against his handcuffs. My hips circling over his lap, I brush my ass up against Sean and laugh. He’s already hard despite your hands having been on his ‘girlfriend’s’ body just moments ago. “Does this excite you Sean? Is this what ***she*** did for you?” Grinding my hips into his lap for a moment more, I take a half step forward and tuck my fingers into the lace of my thong. Slipping the straps over my hips, I lean forward, guiding them to my ankles, giving Sean a view he’d never forget. Stepping out of my panties, I again walk to the bed.
Touching my fingers to the outside of your knees, I guide you in pulling your legs together before crawling onto the bed you watch as my naked body sways from side to side, closing in on your lips. Straddling your lap and reaching between my legs, I take your cock in my hands and as I look into your eyes, I rub you against my clit, sending a shiver down my spine… and yours. My eyes close in pleasure and a gasp escapes my lips.
You exhale a deep breath and your jaw clenches as you feel the tip of your cock rubbing against my wet clit. You subtly inch your hips upward in an attempt to increase any sort of contact you can, completely drawn in by the scent of candles mingling with that of my perfume. Aching and writhing in anticipation of what comes next, you’re taken in by the sensual image of my body. Looking up at my face hovering above you, I can hear you softly whisper, “please…”.
Setting your cock between my lips, I look over into my boyfriend’s eyes as I lower myself onto you. I can feel my-self tightening around you, the warmth of your cock slides inside of me. I take a sharp breath and suddenly squeeze around your cock. A wave of pleasure passes through me and I shock even myself in that I find such a profound satisfaction in the hope fading from my boyfriend’s struggling, the sounds of the chair rocking back and forth slowly subsiding.
Your body flexes beneath me and writhes in absolute ecstasy. As I slide down onto you, I finally reach the base. I feel your hands rest on my hips and pull me down while pushing your cock deeper still into me. Your mouth is slightly parted and you’re staring up at me while you throb against my tight pussy. “Fuck…”.
My eyes drift closed, and my mind begins to focus on those slight movements deep inside of me. I lean backwards, my hands on either side of your legs. I shift my hips forward, sliding up your cock before coming back down on top of you, the motion spills hair over my shoulder and my boobs bounce gently. I repeat the motion and tense around as I come back down.
You sit up to your elbows and start grinding your hips in opposition to mine at a matching pace. Adjusting your angle below me, I can feel you penetrate even deeper, something I hadn’t thought possible until it happened. I grind my hips into you, breathing faster yet with each time I feel your cock fill me up. Grinning over at my boyfriend in the corner, I shoot him a wink before leaning forward over you. Leaning down, my lips meet yours and I passionately press myself against you. The warmth of my skin pressing into your chest only makes you throb harder. I begin to moan gently into our kiss, my pleasure reflected in every motion.
You wrap my body tenderly in your arms and place one hand on my ass, the other between my shoulder blades, pulling me into you. My legs, shaking, give out. My mind starts to get hazy, there’s only the pleasure of you inside of me, the repetitive motion of my boobs bouncing. I can feel your warm breath on my lips and squeeze my fingers around your arms, holding on is all I can do as you enter me again and again… I’m beyond moaning now, falling silent, I can feel the waves roll through me and I bury my face into your shoulder. Fingers wrapped up in my hair, you hold my head against you, taking over the movements yourself. Holding my hips up a little as you speed up the pace and depth of each thrust, you do your best to stifle my moans.
The sounds that I’m struggling to suppress barely express the ecstasy that I’m experiencing. You can feel how wet I am, it drips down your cock seemingly in time with the waves rolling through my body. The only sound in the room is my hushed and labored breathing and the sound of each thrust. In ecstasy, you can hear my voice, my breath warm against your ear “cum… on… m…my… face…” before I take your ear between my teeth and give a gentle tug, finishing with a kiss before laying my head back down on your chest.
Your fingers grip my skin as you continue to thrust, the pace and depth consistent. You draw short breaths that turn into long, solid groans of pleasure. I can hear you pause to slip out the words, “I’m…g-gonna…” and feel your cock start to pulse inside of me. You tap my hips twice and nod, at which I slide off of you, to a kneeling position next to the bed. You follow after me and sit on the edge of the bed, my kneeling between your knees. I’m looking up at you and Sean in the corner sobs, taking your cock in my hand I begin to stroke, holding it just in front of my face. From my place beside the bed, my face is fully illuminated by the candlelight and you are entranced by the contagious lust commanding the full attention of both you and Sean. Parting my lips, I touch my tongue to the tip of your cock, still stroking, bringing you ever closer to climax.
“I..I’m…” barely managing two syllables, you just manage to warn me before I feel your cock throbbing in my hand, shoot your warm cum onto my face. A thick stream from my forehead to my chin and then another… and again. I moan at the feeling as the thick cum begins to run down my face. Still holding you in my hand, I slip my tongue out and run it over your cock making sure to get every drop. I take you between my lips and taking the whole thing into my mouth one final time, I pull back and finish with a kiss. I stand and look over at Sean, as I walk towards him, you’re watching from behind as my hips sway and my hair swings back and forth, flowing down over my back. I reach him and bend forward, removing the tape from his mouth, he begins, “fuck y-” but as soon as his mouth opens, I press my lips to his, your cum still dripping from mine, now all over his face as well. Standing back up straight I look down at his face and he looks like he’s going to be sick. I take a finger and I swipe across my cheek, with the cum I’ve gathered on my finger, I slip my tongue out and touch my finger to it. After tasting your cum, I again lean forward, inches from my boyfriend who pulls back in fear. “No one fucks with me” A devilish grin settles on my face as my tongue runs smoothly across my lips, cleaning the mess that we’ve made. Revenge is certainly sweet and apparently just a little salty.
Satisfied with my Saturday night, I glance out the window and just savor the gentle, warm breeze on my bare skin. To lose control of the relationships governing my life was hell, to take them back, was an unparalleled empowerment.
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