Secrets (Swept Saga) (2 page)

I listen to my classmates debate back and forth. There’s a guy in the class from England with an accent so thick I can barely understand him. He’s saying something about the French and Spanish winning the war for America. Of course his view would be skewed, the English lost the war, and everyone knows that. I should probably be more involved considering I want to be a lawyer and I’m pretty good at debating, but I’m too busy thinking about Crystal and trying to plan what I’m going to do with her.

I’m trying to decide where I want to take her, what we’re going to do after, and how I’m going to get her to agree to the restraints and blindfold. It won’t be easy, but I’ve already established that she needs to do what I ask, so maybe she’ll be compliant. I think she likes it when I take over and that makes it even hotter when we have sex. There’s nothing like being in complete control and her body responds so well to me.

I’m pumped when I leave class. The discussion is over and I don’t even know who made their point. Who cares though, I have more important things to do.

When I get back to my room, I start looking up restaurants. The place I want to take her won’t be as classy as Imperial Fire, but I want to make sure the food is good.

As I’m shifting through reviews and ratings, I remember the conversation between Kelly and Crystal. Crystal has never gotten a cock shot. I decide to take a picture and send it to her. “It’s all for you; the text reads.”

Crystal: What am I supposed to do with this?

Me: I’m thinking about you do what you want with it, but I would like a picture of your tits :-)

Crystal: Why?

Me: Because I think your tits are fucking beautiful and it would be nice to see them whenever I want.

Crystal: Do I have to do this now?

Me: No.

Crystal: Okay, I’m sorry, I’m still reading.

Me: Just don’t forget to send me a pic. We need to work on this you doing what I want you to do thing.

Crystal: I forgot. It’s going to take some getting used to.

Me: Next time you won’t get away with it so easily.

Crystal: If you say so.

Me: Don’t test me, you won’t like it.

Crystal: What won’t I like?

Me: Keep pushing it and you’ll find out.

Crystal: :-)

Me: We’re going out tomorrow night. I’ll be over at 7 to pick you up, wear something nice.

Crystal: Where are we going?

Me: You’ll see.

Crystal: Fine, but I’m picking my food this time.

Me: Did you not like what I chose last time?

Crystal: No it was great.

Me: Trust me.

Crystal: I’ll work on it.

I don’t say anything back. Maybe she’s realized that she’s not going to win. Now to wait on that text of her tits; at least I still have pictures of Kelly to stare at.

I pull up the pictures and start scrolling through them. Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t have been so mean to Kelly earlier, but what’s done is done. I’m sure she’ll come back for more soon. It’s what she does. When she can’t get laid by anyone else, she’s at my door begging me to satisfy her and who am I to deny her?

I hear a knock and open the door. Kelly is standing there looking at me with that look that I know so well. She wants me. She doesn’t care that I was rude to her earlier. She just needs one thing; my dick in her pussy. Leading her into my room, we take off our clothes. We don’t waste much time at all and I’m fucking her on my bed. It’s over in just a few minutes. She doesn’t say anything; just gets dressed and leaves. That’s how I usually like it with her; quick and to the point.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand and I look at the screen; there they are in all their glory, Crystal’s tits. I stare at them and Imagine touching them, sucking them, and putting my dick between them as she sucks on the tip.
Oh, Crystal, you have no idea what you’re in for.
I think and smile like 12 year old looking at his first porn magazine.

Crystal

Chapter Two

Roommate

I
don’t know what to think of the way Ryan left, but at least he’s gone. Gabriel will be here soon and it would have been awkward if Gabriel walked in on us, and not to mention what would Ryan think? Remembering the fight between Ryan and Gabriel I hide my face as I relive the punches that were thrown and cringe. I definitely don’t want that to happen again. If I’m supposed to do what Ryan wants me to do when he wants me to do it, then we need to establish boundaries. I want him to be happy, but I also need to know that I have space and a certain amount of room to maneuver.

At least he believed me when I told him I had a reading assignment. The truth is I don’t, but he doesn’t have to know that. I catch my reflection in the mirror and realize I need to take a shower. I need to look clean and fresh for Gabriel. My phone vibrates in my pocket, I pull it out and the screen displays a text from Gabriel saying that Emily is coming over and I should probably leave my room. I let Gabriel know my plans and tell him I’ll meet him at the library later and pack my bag for a shower. It’s a good thing I don’t mind reading. I’ll have to find something to fill in the time between my shower and Gabriel picking me up.

I walk down the hall towards the shower with Emily on my mind. It’s not okay that she spread that flyer all over the campus and it’s not okay she took the photo in the first place. But what should I do about it? Gabriel said he would take care of it, but I feel like I should do something too. Should I opt for revenge? Should I confront her? I’m generally not a bold person, but she can’t be allowed to get away with humiliating me like she did. I’m going to have to really think about it.

A million phrases run through my head that range anywhere from insult to curiosity. I want to know why and I want to curse at her. The child in me screams and cries, yelling, “
It’s not fair!
” While the adult in me soothes and says, “
Let it roll. She’s pathetic and wants attention. Don’t give in to her. Don’t let her win by acknowledging her behavior. She will be punished in her own time for her mistakes.
” I’m torn between which voice I should listen to. If I let it slide, Emily wins no matter what and I look like a pathetic carpet that only exists to be walked on. I need to stand up for myself and let her know she can’t treat me like this, but how?

Sighing heavily, I walk into a shower stall, undress, and turn on the water. I’ll have to put this on hold and let my thoughts process in the back of my mind. Something will come to me and when it does it will be the right action to take. I need to be smooth about the way I handle it; doing something rash will not show the kind of person I am and the kind of person I want to be. Then again, I have done things this past week that I never thought I would do; two threesomes in the span of a week? I don’t know if it’s normal or not, but it happened. Surely, I’m not the only one.

Now with the water just the right temperature; hot enough to scald the uncertainty out of my head, I step under it and let it drench me. Memories flash through my mind, so much has happened that my head feels like it’s spinning. Gabriel and Ryan, where do I even begin, I like them both. I can’t say it’s love, though my body enjoys both of them. I just don’t know enough about Gabriel. He’s too new to me, yet I’m so captivated by him. If I’m ever going to figure out which one is right for me, then I need to get to know him. It’s too bad I have to do it behind Ryan’s back though. I don’t want to hurt him. He’s my friend and I love him as such and I might love him in a different way, but I can’t stop seeing Gabriel. He’s like a mystery to me that must be solved, an enigma. There’s something about him that makes me go wild when I’m around him. How else can I explain the threesomes? I wonder if there will be more.

I try to stop the whirlwind of thoughts while I wash my head, soap my body and shave. As I rinse away the soap, I realize that I’m really starting over. I’m starting over with Ryan and with Gabriel. This is my chance to really get to know both, provided Gabriel is willing to go along with being secretive. I haven’t had the chance to talk about it yet. This past week has been crazy and I’ve been driven wild by a stranger, but no more will he be strange to me. I am determined to get to know Gabriel Knight no matter what it takes, save my education and studies. That is more important than anything else and I will not give it up for anything or anyone.

Once I’m clean, I step out of the shower and towel off. I dress and carry my bag to a vanity, well, it’s not really a vanity, more of a long counter with a mirror on the wall, but it serves the same purpose. After plugging in my hair dryer I start work on taming my hair.

Other girls walk past me and I’m slightly worried that Emily will sneak up behind me. Surely she doesn’t know where I am. My imagination gets lost in the white noise of the hair dryer. I can see Emily approaching me, her hair is wild and her eyes burn with fire. She spits and lunges for me like a lioness lunges in for the kill. I duck out of her way, and Emily crashes into the wall. She looks rabid as she circles me. “He was mine!” She growls. I say something clever and agitating; the kind of thing someone with wit and ingenious timing would think of. She glares at me and lunges again. I move out of her way and she sprawls into another wall, her attack missing me by mere inches. She circles me yet again. “Aren’t you tired of this?” I ask taunting her and letting her know that she’s not winning. “I will never tire, you little bitch!” She spits and starts swinging punches at me. I block them with the ease of a pro fighter. I really don’t want to hit her, but I guess I have to.

I land a right hook straight into her face and upper cut her with my left fist like a professional boxer. The scene slows, spit is flying from her mouth in detailed droplets, and blood is flying from her nose. I punch her in the stomach and she doubles over with an “oomph” as the wind gets knocked out of her. “Gabriel is with me, you crazy psycho whore!” I yell at her as she lies on the floor. Blood is pouring freely from her nose. She stands up and looks at me with the same hate, but the fire is gone from her eyes. “Are we done here or do I need to continue to get my point across?” I ask. Emily says nothing but walks away like a scared dog with its tail tucked between its legs. I smile in triumph; I have won over the evil Emily. Gabriel is mine forever.

“Aren’t you that girl, Crystal?” I hear a voice yell, snapping me out of my daydream.

I turn my hair dryer off. “What?” I ask again although I’m sure I know what she said.

“Aren’t you that girl, Crystal, Crystal Hamilton?” She asks again.

I stare at her, I have no idea who she is or how she knows my name. A smirk is on her face and mousey brown hair covers her head. She isn’t what I would consider pretty, but she’s not ugly either. “Why do you ask?” I answer after sizing her up.

“I saw the flyer.” She says.

“What about it?” I ask, trying to figure out what compelled her to say anything in the first place.

 “I see you’ve met Emily.” She smiles with what can only be interpreted as a knowing grin.

“How do you know it was Emily?” I ask, I haven’t said anything to anyone about it, and as far as I know neither has Gabriel.

“Let’s just say I’ve had a run in with her myself, Tiffany Price.” She says with her arm extended.

I shake her hand. “How do you know Emily?” I ask her.

“That would be a long story, much too long and way too complicated to explain right now.” She smirks.

“I’d love to hear it sometime.” I smile back at her.

“Perhaps you will. I’m your new roommate!” She announces

“What? How?” I ask, genuinely shocked.

“I know some people who know some people that set me up in your dorm, I hope that’s okay.” She says looking at me with concern.

“No, it’s great. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only person that’s had a run in with Emily.”

“No, you’re not the only one, and people like us need to stick together if we want to survive the Emily’s of the world.”

“Great, well Emily is moving her stuff out right now, or so I’ve been told.”

“I know. I brought her here.” Tiffany smiles and turns. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” She says over her shoulder as she walks away.

I stand there in shock, mouth open, looking like an idiot. What just happened? Should I be worried about Tiffany? I don’t even know what to think about the conversation, but I’ve got to finish getting ready. Gabriel will be ready for me any minute now and I’ve wasted time daydreaming and talking to Tiffany. 

Tiffany Price, hmm, I think I need to see if Kelly knows anything about her. I want to know who my new roommate is so I’m not caught by surprise again. I dig through my bag, find my phone, and send Kelly a quick text. I let her know who my new roommate is and ask her if she knows anything about her. I’m hoping she does or she can find out.

I finish getting ready, I’m about to see Gabriel and I want to look good. I check my face and my outfit and decide I look good enough to see in and leave the dorm headed toward the Library. I used the back entrance to make sure I don’t encounter Emily on my way. When I reach the library I’m surprised that I’m early. I guess I didn’t waste that much time after all.