“Ohh… that’s what I thought you said.”
I start once more, moving at the same speed where I left off. She begins to pant beneath me. I can tell she’s close and it makes me soar. This is what I needed. I needed to be with someone who appreciates me. Someone who wants my touch.
I can tell that she’s getting very close to an orgasm and I decide I want to hear her say it again.
“Tell me again, how does this feel?”
“It feels good.”
“I need more than that. How good?”
“It feels really good.”
“Has anyone else ever made you feel good like this?”
“No,” she admits, panting harder. I’m not sure if she’s being truthful. I’d seen her walking around campus several times with the same guy. Are they a couple? I begin to slow my motions.
“No? Are you telling me the truth?”
“Yes…” she’s panting harder now. “That’s the truth!”
“I don’t know if I believe you. Who is that guy that I see you with at school? You’re together a lot. Is he your boyfriend?” I slow down a little more and she lets out a frustrated groan.
“He’s just a good friend, I swear,” she begins to sob again and I realize she’s telling me the truth. I stop moving.
“Do you have any idea how happy that makes me?”
“Very happy…” she answers, still sobbing.
“Yes, Jessa. That makes me very happy.”
I speed up again.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god! Don’t stop! I’m begging you!”
“I won’t stop, Jessa. Never. Now come for me!”
She comes undone the moment I order her to, like the perfect student.
“Beautiful.”
I kiss the side of her cheek as I remove my hand from inside of her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
After we were finished, I got Jessa cleaned up. I bathed her, put the splints on her fingers, and fed her. I’m pretty sure she got sick because of taking the meds on an empty stomach. I left her with two more pills in case she wanted to take them and told her that I actually did want her to work on her piece again.
Initially, I was going to fuck her. I wanted to so bad, but then I thought about how I got her to sing for me. By taking it. By doing what it is that I do best. Bodhi has really gotten into my psyche and messed with it, but being with Jessa helped right it again.
I’ve had a very small taste of him, but I crave more. I need more. I know that he feels something for me, but he got into my head and I started to doubt it. Not anymore though. I always get what I want and I want Bodhi. When I am through with him, he’s going to want me too.
It’s daytime and I’m taking the chance that he’s home. It’s likely, because he works at night. And, as I witnessed last night apparently, he plays at night too. He likes the dark. It suits him, just the same as me.
Walking to the front of his building, I press each of the buttons to the units inside. As soon as the first buzz sounds, I open the door and tread toward the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Once I reach his door, I bang loudly on it a few times. I listen closely but I don’t hear any footsteps on the other side. I bang again and listen. This time I hear movement on the other side. I stand a little out of the way of the peephole, so he won’t know it’s me until he answers. Please, fucking answer.
Finally, the door opens a little bit and his sleepy eyes go wide when they meet mine.