DAY 31

by Kane Caldwell

  “It’s in my car.” She gestured toward where the parking lot was. “Why?”

  “Go get it,” I told her and stood up.

  She followed suit and said, “Be right back.”

  I watched as she speed-walked, her ass swaying under the thin material. Licking my lips, I thought of what it’d feel like to have my teeth sink into that tight little ass. I bit the inside of my cheek so the groan forming in my chest wouldn’t escape.

  When she returned, I was sitting at one of the stone tables.

  “Got it,” she said as she sat down across from me.

  “Let me see it.” I held my hand out and she gave it to me.

  I looked around, took in the area. It was safe. I began to tap the screen and search out the location of the firewall.

  “Talk.”

  “What are you doing?” she asked as she leaned in, trying to get a look at the small screen.

  “I’m eliminating the firewall they have in place and adding my own,” I informed her, never looking up from the task at hand.

  “Why?”

  “So, they can only see conversations and texts I allow them to.”

  “Callen,” she drawled apprehensively.

  I lifted my head and met her eyes. “Noelle, I’m not having this fucking place listen in on every private conversation or make our texts back and forth their nightly read.”

  She looked around before she whispered, “But isn’t this wrong?”

  “Calm down, it’s just certain conversations, Noelle, live a little, will ya,” I advised strongly.

  She sat back and kept quiet for a minute while I made quick work of the phone.

  “How do you know how to do this stuff?”

  “I’ve worked in IT for over ten years. The last six, I supervised a team of twenty.”

  “Oh.” She let out a breath, sounding somewhat surprised. “You don’t look like a suit and tie office kinda guy.”

  “Really? Then what do I look like?” I pressed.

  “Like a guy that goes into the woods, pulls down a huge tree with his bare hands, and ends his days by a fire with a stiff drink in his hand.”

  I looked to her and drew my brows together. “I look like a lumberjack?”

  “No.” She chuckled lightly and that sound… fucking hell! My balls felt it and drew up as my dick began to grow. “Like an, umm….” She paused, searching for the right words. “Like a man.” She finished with her arms puffed out at the side, doing an impression of a burly guy.

  “Thanks, princess, but I already know I’m a man, since I have a cock swinging between my legs and I love pussy.” I threw in the last to see if I could draw any reaction from her. And the deep rose color crawling from her neck up into her cheeks was exactly what I’d wanted.

  Her fingers automatically went to the cross resting at her neck as her eyes wandered the area.

  “So, let me ask you again.” That brought her gaze to mine, and I leaned in and whispered, “You ever have cock?”

  She slowly shook her head, and even though I knew deep down inside she was a virgin, just having her admit it had my hands fumble the phone, causing it to drop to the table. I quickly picked it up and tapped at the screen a few more times, making sure all was right. My heart rate had picked up speed, producing a rush of blood to fill my cock. Trying to push every image that entered my head aside, I handed her the phone.

  And smiled.

  We spent some time feeding the ducks, well, her feeding the ducks. But mostly, talking about what I used to do at the company I worked for. After about an hour and a half, she rose from the bench we’d been sitting on.

  “I better get going,” she said and extended her hand.

  I pulled the phone that I’d tucked in my pocket as she fed the ducks. She took the cell from my hand, careful not to touch my fingers. She was a few feet away before I stood, adjusting myself when I did, and I watched as she turned and came back my way.

  Once she reached me, she lifted up on her toes and I bent my head to give her my ear. “If all I had to do was tell you I was a virgin to get you to smile, I would’ve done it sooner.” And with that she rotated on one foot and was gone, leaving me there speechless.

  *~*~*

  It was just eight that night and, five and a half hours after Noelle left, I was lying on my bed, toying with the cell on my chest, wondering if I should text her.

  “You coming?” Samantha asked, peeking her head into my room and breaking me from my thoughts.

  I grunted my response.

  “Oh, come on, dude. Tonight’s Eat Pray Love,” she pushed with a giggle.

  “What the fuck is that?” I asked, rising from my prone position to my elbows to look at her.

  “The usual feel-good movie”—she rolled her eyes— “but it has Julia Roberts in it.” She sang the last.

  “She get naked?”

  “The hell if I know, but it’s better than sitting in your room trapped in your own head,” she returned with a cocked brow.

  She had a point.

  Because if I lay there, all I’d think about was what’d been currently filling my head daily: Noelle.

  As I rose to a sitting position, my cell fell between my legs and landed on the bed. I stood. “Yeah, you gotta fucking point.”

  She smiled and left the doorway. Samantha was the only one of the five of us in the visiting program that I’d converse with. Not deep down conversation, but idle chat because she seemed the only levelheaded one in here besides me. Well, at least that’s what I kept telling myself.

  Halfway down the hall I realized I’d left my cell on the bed, turned around, and made my way back to my room. It was when I reached for the phone that it hit me: that phone was like a fucking lifeline, and in some weird way gave me comfort I’d never felt. Before I let that thought play in my mind too long, I made my way to the common room to watch the Sunday night movie.

  Only fifteen minutes in, I was getting bored. I began to look up ESPN on my cell and scroll through the golf stats so I’d have something to talk to my dad about the next time he visited. Once I stored that info in my head, I was just about to search porn when the phone vibrated in my hand. That little jolt had my body filling with an unusual buzz.

  What the fuck is that?

  I shrugged the sensation aside and opened the text.

  Noelle: Hi, how’s your night going?

  Me: Watching a stupid fucking movie.

  Noelle: Oh really, what?

  Me: Eat, Love and fucking something.

  Noelle: Lol! Pray, Callen. Eat Pray Love. Good movie. I’ll let you go enjoy it.

  I looked up from the screen to see if everyone’s eyes were still focused on the TV. Then I typed.

  Me: Do I seem like someone that’d watch a movie like this?

  Noelle: Absolutely not. Haha!

  Me: Exactly, so you don’t need to let me go. Unless you have other things to do.

  Fuck, Callen! You sound like a little bitch hinting around if there was something she’d rather be doing.

  I shifted on the cheap plush chair, hiding the small screen from any onlookers.

  Noelle: Nope, just settling in to watch The Bachelor.

  I let that hang for a minute as I figured out how to approach the subject, but there wasn’t really a way to ease into it.

  Me: Why are you still a virgin?

  Of course, images of taking Noelle’s pussy for the first time soared through my head, and I changed position in my seat again as my cock began to strain against the crotch of my jeans.

  Noelle: Pry much?

  Me: Thought we were supposed to be getting to know one another?

  “Hell, I’d tap that!” Aaron shouted, causing me to look up to the large TV, wondering if I was missing a nude shot. I wasn’t. Danny started slapping his leg and agreeing with Aaron, and Steven was shushing them. I knew if I got up and went to my room, Dr. Meyers would come in pursuit of me, questioning why I left. And I didn’t want to deal with the interruption. So I s
tayed, and did my best to tune out my surroundings while continuing to chat with Noelle.

  Noelle: Yes, we are, but tell me about you, Callen?

  My fingers hovered over the tiny keyboard, and as if they had a mind of their own, they began typing.

  Me: I was married for a little over five years before my wife passed away.

  My heart clenched as my fingers hovered over the screen, wanting to tell her so much more. I didn’t. I hit Send.

  Noelle: I’m so sorry for your loss, Callen. May God bless you with the strength to move forward as the angel of your wife stands at your side. <3

  I read the endearing words she’d written and thought about how and why my wife fucking left this earth. It was a secret I’d held so damn tightly to, but for the first time I wanted to voice the demons that’d haunted me and driven me to try and end my own life. But now wasn’t the time. A minute or two passed.

  Noelle: Are you still there?

  Me: Yeah and… thank you.

  Noelle: Of course. :)

  For the length of the movie we talked about nothing and everything. Stupid shit, as in what we liked to do, favorite foods, movies, and just general meaningless conversation. But even with the unimportant facts we shared, it felt like so much more. And it’d been months since I talked to someone about small shit and really enjoyed it. Maybe a little too much. Not to mention, I found myself grinning from time to time at the small screen. Definitely something I hadn’t done freely in a very long time.

  As that thought flew through my mind, I typed.

  Me: You have a great smile.

  Noelle: Thank you. I like hearing that. May I say that you do also and should show it more.

  The lights coming on drew my attention to the room I’d totally forgotten I’d been sitting in.

  “Callen?” Dr. Meyers called, and I looked to see him standing next to the doorway.

  I gave him a chin lift. He finished saying his goodbyes and good nights to everyone who’d slipped through the door. I stood but stopped when he spoke.

  “I hope our talk helped, and my approving you to leave the grounds for two hours on Wednesday wasn’t the wrong decision.”

  “You have my word, it did. And I will not disappoint you.” I smiled and rocked back on my heels.

  “You look distracted. You okay?” he asked.

  By the scan his eyes were doing, he was observing the expression on my face and trying to gauge my reaction to his words. His eyes dropped to the phone in my hand, and I quickly slid it into my front pocket.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” I muttered, and continued for the door.

  I expected him to stop me at the threshold, but he didn’t. He just told me to have a good night, and I nodded, making my way to my room. Once inside, I shut my door—not like it gave me much privacy since it had a small window in the center of it, but it still shut everything else out. Retrieving the cell from my pocket, I made quick work of bringing up the text messages. And my chest suddenly felt restricted when I read a new message from Noelle.

  Noelle: Since there’s a long delay in your message, and it’s late, I’m going to let you go for the night, Callen.

  I wanted to type no in all caps and shout at the phone like a fucking girl. But I reeled in my disappointment and tried…

  Me: I was making my way to my room, that’s all.

  Fingers hovering over the keyboard, I fought with myself as to what else I should add. I didn’t, I just hit Send. I sat on the bed with my back to the wall, forearms resting on my bent knees, phone in my hands. Patience was something I’d lost in the past months. My line of work had required it. Waiting for programs to download, firewalls to be put into place, bugs and viruses to be found inside the deep depths of the motherboard certainly required patience.

  It seemed I no longer had that ability, because I cracked my neck side to side and rolled my shoulders waiting for her reply. Just as I was about to—again—toss my phone at the wall but refrained from doing so, the cell buzzed.

  Noelle: Sorry it took so long. I wanted to shut everything down and get into bed.

  My cock twitched at the thought of her in bed. I ignored it and let the sudden annoyance take over.

  Me: You could have told me instead of me waiting for your reply.

  I dropped the phone between my legs, rested my head on the wall, and took a few deep breaths trying to tame the fury within. As soon as the bed vibrated, I picked the cell up and read.

  Noelle: Hey, cranky pants, maybe you need to go to bed.

  Cranky pants?

  Those two words escalated my anger. What twenty-two-year-old woman says cranky pants? It screamed to me that she really didn’t live a normal life a woman her age would or should. And that fucking pissed me off.

  I stabbed at the screen with force.

  Me: Do you ever curse, Noelle? Have you ever gotten drunk? Have you ever gone to a party and fooled around with someone you didn’t know? Fucking anything?

  I could have continued with the interrogation, but I left it at that and jabbed the little Send icon. I didn’t have to wait long before she replied.

  Noelle: Callen, I’m not understanding why all of a sudden you are getting so harsh with me. Maybe we need to end this conversation for the night.

  Before the rational side of my brain snuck in, I answered her.

  Me: No, Noelle, answer my fucking questions! Remember getting to know one another? Yeah, well, this is that, princess!

  I abruptly stood and began pacing my room as the heat of my fury started to crawl through my veins and unfamiliar feelings began to claw at my insides.

  Noelle: Do not curse at me, Callen. I did nothing wrong. And if you need to know so badly, no, I do not usually curse. I have gotten tipsy once, and absolutely NO to the last.

  Such a good fucking girl.

  Jesus!

  I knew I should stop. I knew I should end the conversation. Because I knew where I was steering it, but for fucks sake, I couldn’t.

  Me: You ever had your pussy played with?

  The raging warmth creeping through my body turned into a burning need. A need to know all the intimate details of her life. A sudden dominance soared through me to protect her, mark her, and make her mine. That unexpected force caused me to stop pacing and sit on the edge of the bed. It was so powerful a revelation that it knocked me off-balance. I couldn’t understand why. I hadn’t known her very long.

  Noelle: You want to play this little game, Callen? Then fine, we will! Yes, I have.

  I’d never experienced the angry side of her, and I’d actually thought that she didn’t have one. But that text, it made my dick jolt and start to swell. But it never reached full mast. The thought of someone touching her had my fingers typing faster than I ever had.

  Me: WHO?

  I stared at the screen, breathing heavily, waiting for her message to pop up.

  Noelle: A guy I dated for a few months about a year ago. Happy?

  Me: NO! What’s his name? Where did you meet him?

  Tossing the phone on my bed, I put a hand to the back of my shirt and lifted, throwing it across the room to land on the chair. I lay down and removed the beanie from my head and ran my hands through my sweaty hair. As soon as the phone vibrated, I picked it up.

  Noelle: Trevor, and my dad introduced us.

  Quickly, I stabbed at the screen.

  Me: What did he do to you?

  It wasn’t ten seconds before she replied.

  Noelle: Callen, can we please stop this?

  Me: NO! Tell me!

  Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? I was never this way with Olivia. Ever!

  I wanted to stop questioning her, but I couldn’t. Taking a deep breath, I tried to get my wits back.

  Noelle: If you must know so badly, again, he fingered me. It hurt and I got no enjoyment out of it. Happy now?

  My anger began to spike but there was one more question, hoping to get the answer I wanted, knowing it would settle my body and mind.

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sp; Me: Has anyone ever eaten your pussy?

  Again, I focused my hard eyes on the small screen, waiting for her answer.

  Noelle: No.

  No….

  Thank fuck!

  Me: I bet I can make it feel good, princess.

  Wait! What the fuck are you doing, Callen?

  It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own. I gazed at the screen in disbelief. Just as the rational side of my brain began to wake, she replied.

  Noelle: For some reason, I have no doubt you could.

  That reply had a groan escaping my throat and my cock springing to life. I bent my legs, relieving the pressure of my hardening dick against my jeans.

  You gonna play, Callen? That dark side of my brain muttered to me. And I fed him, like I always did.

  Me: Gliding my hand down your side, feeling the soft skin underneath my fingertips, groaning at how fucking good you feel.

  I hit Send before I continued, to see if she was on board.

  Noelle: Callen…

  One word, my name, could be a yes or a no. It could be her moaning my name. It could be a warning I was crossing the line. I didn’t care what it meant, I carried on.

  Me: When your lips part just as I slip my hand into your panties, my mouth lands on yours. Driving my tongue into the wet heat, your sweetness becoming an addiction I crave as I caress the depths of your mouth.

  Hitting Send, I rose from my bed and went into the bathroom. I didn’t flip the light switch on since I couldn’t look at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t need to be any more disgusted with what I was doing, which was so fucking wrong on so many fucking levels. Only the slight light from the screen illuminated the bathroom, and I sat on the closed lid of the toilet and waited for her response.

  Noelle: My God, Callen.

  That was the only reaction I got, and I forged ahead, not caring about the consequences.

  Me: My tongue twisting with yours, I glide my hand into your panties, farther, deeper, till I hit the wet folds of your cunt. Groaning into your mouth as I graze my finger over your swollen clit. Tell me, princess, how does it feel?

  Fuck, Callen, stop!

  I ignored the shouting in my head and began to unbutton and unzip my jeans. My rigid dick jutted out, tenting my boxer briefs, and I grabbed the front of them, slipping the material down and letting my cock spring free. I groaned as the waistband pressed against my heavy balls, causing sensation to course through my dick.