by Abbott, Alex
I got no harassment from her before or after my study group, and was able to just relax and do other stuff without thinking about Calla or needing to shove her off my back.
But by day three, I knew something was definitely wrong.
It was Friday and I was supposed to drive down to see her for the weekend and we hadn’t talked about plans or anything.
I called some of her friends, asking around to see if anyone had heard from her and no one had.
I got some attitude from some of them too, like—and maybe it was just my imagination—but like they were hoping she had left me, and they were thinking I deserved it or something.
When I showed up to Calla’s apartment, that’s when I got grabbed.
“I’m happy to see you too,” I say to her. That purple top she’s wearing feels unbelievably soft. Then I look over at Jason. Why the heck is he down to his boxers? “Hey, bud,” I say. “You guys want to help me out of these ropes?”
I smile and move my legs like some fish.
“Oh, of course, honey,” Calla says and starts working on my hands.
I guess there are no sharp objects around because Jason works at the ones around my ankles with his hands too.
While they’re busy freeing me, it hits me that I don’t feel guilty at all.
Here’s my girl, attentive and sweet and loving as always, expecting fidelity from me as she offers to me, and I don’t feel bad about fucking around on her one bit.
I’ve been in college for over a year now, and at some point I realized I was among a ton of girls who, in all likelihood, would never run into Calla.
I spent a lot of days jacking off at first, but eventually I wondered, why do that when I don’t have to? Calla was one whole state over, and out of sight, out of mind, right? No one needed to know I had a girlfriend, and the one girl I told, Jesse, sure as hell didn’t care.
Jesse’s nowhere near as pretty as Calla, but she ain’t ugly either, and she’s willing and available. Still, I had to think about that one for a while—she initially gave me fatal attraction vibes and she still does.
I have a roommate who made it clear from the get-go that he couldn’t care less what I did, as long as I don’t trash the place or bring drugs or other illegal substances in it.
He never seems to be sexually active himself, or at least, I guess he just does it elsewhere because he never has to put a tie on the doorknob or anything. Yup, that’s what we decided on for our do not disturb sign: a tie on the doorknob.
When he first proposed it, I said, “No worries, man, I’ve got a girlfriend, so…”
He just looked at me and repeated the signal.
I started to feel a bit offended, like he had no faith in me.
But then it occurred to me—sometimes people had their boyfriends or girlfriends visit the campus, so maybe that’s what he was talking about.
“I don’t think Calla will visit me more than once so…”
Again, he just looked at me with this dead look.
Who knew that just a few weeks later, I’d have to hang a tie on the doorknob?
And no, it wasn’t Calla who was visiting. It wasn’t Jesse either.
4
I met Cherise at the school gym.
I don’t know the last time I felt so turned on—the girl looked amazing, and had the attention of every guy in there.
Sometimes you get the fatties trying to change their bodies, of course, but you also get the girls who started fit and want to stay there, or those who got there and are maintaining it—in short, some hotties. Hotties who wear the tightest, shortest shit. I know it’s a gym and we’re working out and everything, but some of these girls—it’s kind of unnecessary the stuff they put on: tight workout shorts so you can’t miss their tight round cheeks, and tanks that are practically bras showing off their flat stomachs. With so much skin exposed, they work to keep it looking smooth, so when you look at that smooth, flat stomach, you can’t help but think about where that part leads, and if it’s as smooth down there.
Hell, there’s no shortage of camel-toe around either, so even the size of their pussy lips isn’t left to the imagination sometimes.
Anyway, a few cuties in my classes caught my eye, but I’d been behaving myself so far that first semester.
Cherise hadn’t popped up in any of my classes, so I wondered what she was studying.
I know—weird, right? I’m looking at her ass and those juicy thighs and thinking about what her major might be.
Don’t get me wrong, my dick is stirring, and eventually, I have to make a conscious effort to look away because I’m getting harder, so I stick my eyes on the television and start reading the closed captioning to distract myself from her.
I mean, how did she manage to still have boobs like that with such little body fat? Plus, she has this thick dark hair pulled up into a ponytail, and even that looks fucking juicy. Her hair just looks so healthy, I can’t stop wondering what it looks like down, spilling over her perky…
I keep my eyes on the news and try to figure out what’s going on. I know I can’t let her know how much she’s affecting me, so I make sure to keep my eyes away and start thinking neutral thoughts. That paper I have coming up, that book I need that the bookstore ran out of.
I guess being perhaps the only guy managing to keep his eyes off her has gotten her attention, because I suddenly feel her eyes on me, and I swear, I start saying silent prayers. Already it’s taking monumental effort not to have my dick completely blow up and embarrass me.
Suddenly she’s at the machine next to me, and it’s the one that breaks my concentration every time.
Some girl sits there and opens her legs every two seconds to work those thighs—wide open too.
Open and close, open and close. Very distracting.
Now Cherise is there, and in the brief moment I glance over at her, she catches me and flashes me the most beautiful smile. Her gorgeous dark eyes light up and…fuck—I am toast.
“What’s your name?” she says in a sweet voice.
What kind of dick would I be to ignore her?
Open, and close.
“Scott.”
Open, and close.
“I’m Cherise.”
Open, and close.
“You’re here pretty often?” She says it like a question, but I’m not sure. In any case, I answer, “Three times a week.”
Open, and close.
“Me too—five times, I mean.” Open, and close.
Figures. She looks like it. I only manage to catch her sometimes, since we both switch up our gym times I guess.
Her eyes glance down at my crotch area and I know she’s noticed it. My dick is raging hard. I couldn’t stop it anymore, and I need to get out of here before anyone else notices, or before I do something stupid—like look at her directly and let her see in my eyes, too, how much I want her.
“What’s your last name, Scott?”
“Henderson,” I answer, despite being thoroughly confused by the question. Why the hell does she need to know that?
“Nice to meet you, Scott Henderson. Guess I’ll see you around.”
Then she takes off. So she didn’t really need to use that machine after all—who uses it for one or two minutes?
Later, I understood why she asked my last name—when she showed up at my dorm room and said, “Found you in the student directory,” with a wicked smile and sparkling, suggestive eyes.
Her hair was up, and although she wasn’t in those torturous gym clothes, she still looked hot, and damn it, I needed to bang her, and that’s obviously what she came for.
I pulled her inside the room and hung that tie.
She was freshly showered and I immediately did what I’d thought about doing a few times and pulled off her ponytail holder, freeing her hair, and watching it fall in beautiful waves.
She stood there, smiling, as I did it.
Then I peeled her top off, and my breath caught at the sight of her smooth skin and th
at blue and black lacy bra.
I placed my lips at her shoulders and planted soft kisses all over that smooth, creamy skin.
I left the bra in place because I figured she was probably wearing matching panties, and I wanted to look at the set.
I picked up that she wanted me to take the lead, and I started working on her pants until she was unbuttoned and unzipped out of them, and I pulled them down her legs.
She helped me once they crumpled on the floor, kicking herself out of them.
I took in the sight of her beautiful figure in her sexy lingerie, and although my dick was already raging, I knew I was going to take my time with her, as much as I could stand it.
I got down on my knees to make it easier to slide her panties off, and when I did, the sight of her smooth lips in front of me raised my temperature even more, and I was no longer sure I could take it slow—I wanted to fuck her brains out and slap myself against those sweet lower lips of hers. I wanted to plow her like there was no tomorrow.
After we got her thong off, I stayed down there, and brought my mouth to her pussy; I needed to taste it.
She threw her head back and let out the most delicious sound: a sweet moan of pleasure. I felt her hand on the back of my head and even that touch was a turn-on.
I licked and sucked at her until I could take it no more, and then I stood and unclasped her bra.
The sight of her breasts made me slow down again, so instead of pushing her onto the couch or my bed, I cupped them, rubbed them, grazed my thumb across her nipples. Her jugs were ridiculously beautiful, and I found myself lowering my lips to them; I needed to claim them too. I flickered my tongue over her nipples and enjoyed the feel of her soft fleshy skin in my mouth.
Then I reached up and kissed her neck again but avoided her mouth—for some reason, I felt like doing that would really make it feel like cheating.
Finally, I guided her to my bed—thankfully the lower bunk—and laid her on her back.
I took off my clothes, then started at her neck and kissed down to her center again, moving to suck on her inner thigh for a moment.
I listened to her cry out at the tease.
The sight of her moist lips before me, I moved to cover her with my body.
She was moaning desperately by then, and whispering all kinds of dirty, nasty things. Right after she said, “God, I can’t wait for you to stick your hard cock in me, Scott,” I guided my dick to her entrance and plunged in her sweet warmth, and boy did it feel good.
At that time, it had been about a week and a half since the last time I had sex. I was planning to visit Calla the upcoming weekend, but fuck, I was horny, and this sweet, beautiful chick made herself kindly available to relieve me.
I pushed my throbbing cock in and out of Cherise, and when I saw myself coated with her juices, it took everything in me not to come too quickly. I guess the naughty, forbidden element added to the whole thing; I knew I shouldn’t be doing this.
I had to distract myself a few times with random thoughts—it felt too good pushing against Cherise and having the sight of her perfect boobs fill my vision while she made these delicious moaning sounds, her face the vision of pleasure and making her look even more beautiful.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to get her, and when I looked down again to see my cock going into her, the sight of it and her pussy lips again finally takes me to the edge, and I quicken my pace from the building orgasm.
I pushed harder into her, relishing the sounds of her crying out, until I was about to explode. Who knew the casual sex of infidelity could be so delicious?
Just in case, I pulled out of Cherise at the explosive moment of climax, showering her with my cum as my hand did the rest and my toes curled.
God, it was amazing to fuck a new girl.
What Calla doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
5
I really hope the man behind the voice isn’t expecting us all to get it on. Scott and I have seen each other naked—locker room, junior high—so no big deal about the nude part, but we’re both straight.
When we finally free Scott of his restraints, he immediately gets up and starts stretching out.
It’s kind of comical.
I guess Calla was expecting that he’d hug her once his hands got free because she looks sort of disappointed at his actions.
Scott’s really stretching in as many ways he can, and I know he has to, but I still want to laugh—he looks so ridiculous.
“What’s up with the boxers?” he suddenly asks me, and I realize it’s time to fill him in a bit.
“It’s all I got to wear here. Guess I’m lucky our kidnapper provided us clothes at all.”
“I knew I never saw you in that,” Scott says sort of quietly, looking at Calla’s purple robe. “Wait—so you really have been here all these days?” he asks her. She nods. “So…what the hell is going on here? What’s the point of all this—some kind of ransom? Wait, that doesn’t really make sense—none of us have rich parents or anything.”
“Besides, I suspect this guy has all the money he needs,” Calla says dryly.
Scott starts looking around and studying the room.
His eyes stop on the bed.
“I don’t get it,” Scott says. “None of the movies I’ve ever seen put a kidnapping victim in a place like this—a nice spacious room with a bathroom, shower and everything. And to provide silky clothes and a comfy bed? Unheard of.”
Subtle changes are happening on Scott’s face, like he’s figuring something out.
Then a familiar voice fills the room.
“Glad you all have had some time to reacquaint yourselves with each other. And now the fun begins. As you can see, Scott knows about as much as you guys did when you first came here—that is, nothing. Now that the three of you are here together, here are my terms. Now, I’m sure Calla and Jason already have an idea what’s coming, so Scott, I’ll fill you in: the three of you must entertain me before you get freed from here. Calla and Jason have done a marvelous job at this, and there is one final thing to do now that you’re here. I’ll wait patiently while you all figure it out. Like I told Calla and Jason, the sooner you give in to my terms, the sooner you will all be released. I’ll let Calla and Jason fill you in on the rest.”
Scott turns to us, eyes widened in lightweight horror, and looks from Calla to me several times.
“What. The Fuck. Was That?” he says.
I almost laugh again.
I forgot how creepy I found the voice at first too.
“The guy who took us,” Calla says. “He’s watching everything that happens in this room. He kidnapped us to use us as his personal reality show or something.”
Scott laughs, and I’m not sure why.
“Why would he choose you?” he says to me. He turns back to Calla. “Or you? I mean, no offense, but you two are probably the…let’s say, the least dramatic people I know. I’m not much more entertaining myself. Why wouldn’t he pick enemies or something? People he knows will probably fight like cat and dogs? Why three people who get along?”
Calla and I look at each other briefly.
“I think he wants us to have sex in front of him,” Calla says.
“Well, that should be easy enough,” Scott says, grinning as he goes toward her. He puts his arms around her waist and she subtly backs away, but he seems not to notice her recoil. “Obviously, it’s gonna be us,” Scott continues. “And I don’t mind having an audience.”
She plays along and lets him hold her, but she doesn’t smile back.
“All Jason has to do is turn away and boom! We’re out of here.” Scott is still taking in Calla with lecherous eyes, like he’s trying to peek under her purple top.
She quickly glances at me.
There’s no fucking way Scott’s gonna fuck Calla while I’m here—I won’t let her do it, despite those eyes she just made at me.
There’s no way I could handle it, and she should know that! Why would she do this to me?
Finally, something seems to register to Scott. He examines Calla’s face and then looks at me again. But before he can say anything, the voice enters the room once more.
“While it is fun watching you guys try to figure out a compromise, I’m afraid a twosome is not acceptable—I’ve already seen that. So don’t waste much more time on that idea—figure out how the three of you will work together. Like I said, the faster you figure that out, the sooner you return to your regular lives.”
Scott pulls away from Calla and looks at the bed again. His stance and everything is different now.
“Wait, what’s really up here?” he asks. “What’s he talking about? By the way, have you two been sleeping on the same bed? For—how long have you guys been stuck here again? Three days?” He goes quiet for a few seconds before starting up again. “What have you guys been doing all this time? How have you been entertaining him? Come on, guys—what does he mean he’s already seen a twosome?”
Scott sounds like a whiny bitch when he’s angry. Even in this moment, when I know shit’s about to hit the fan, I can’t help but notice that.
He and I are about the same size, and he’s fit, but I’ve definitely got way more muscles than him, and I’ve trained in judo.
Scott and I have never physically fought before, but if he starts something, I’ll finish it.
“Need I remind you I have a recording I’d be more than happy to show?” the voice says, and it’s clear that Calla and I can’t deny what happened here any longer.
I don’t know why I thought for a second our captor would let us get away with not admitting it—dude clearly gets his kicks off of other people’s discomfort.
Calla looks away and I realize it’s up to me to tell Scott the truth.
“Look, bud. We had to do some things here to ensure we stay alive…”
I can already see Scott’s about to lose it. His face distorts horribly with blind rage, and before I can get the next set of words out, he’s coming at me.
I deflect the weight of his attack and put him in a hold, ignoring whatever Calla’s shouting at me. I guess she thought I was killing him.
