by Hazel Keys
“And Stacy?” I asked.
“She’s as upset as I am,” Adam said, “After you walked out yesterday we had a huge argument when she got home. Neither of us could even figure out how we got there, how we ended up… She’s already taken her stuff and moved back into student housing, on campus.”
I was relieved to hear that, except it suddenly brought back the images I saw of them, together in that little sex movie they’d made. “I don’t know! I don’t know!” I cried. “How can I go back to that place knowing what you did there, all over that apartment.”
“It wasn’t…” he began, “we just…”
“I don’t want to hear it!” I yelled at him. “I need a drink.” I stormed off to the small kitchenette that ran off the main studio. I leaned against the counter, heaving for breath and trying desperately not to cry. I don’t know how many minutes I stood there before I poured myself a glass of water and went back in to face him. “What are you doing?” I shrieked, finding him standing over the prints Caleb blew up during our passionate night together. I’d thought they were hung up in the darkroom.
“The fuck are these?” he snapped, shuffling through them in his hands.
“They’re nothing to do with you,”
“You let him take dirty pictures of you?” he shouted, holding up the one of Caleb penetrating me. The explicit stuff was out of frame, but I was pretty sure Adam was familiar enough with the expression on my face in the picture to know what was happening off camera. “And is this you acting or is he actually fucking you?” he demanded
I opened my mouth to argue that it was none of his business when, in a blur of movement, he viciously ripped the prints to shreds. “What the hell are you doing?” I screamed. “Those aren’t yours!”
I moved to stop him but his face was so twisted in rage I thought he was going to hit me. My heart was racing but I felt powerless to stop him as he turned over the stool in the studio and stormed into the darkroom.
“I can’t believe you’d let that old has-been touch you!” he roared as I followed him through the door.
“Adam, please!” I begged him, not wanting to anger him any further, but he ignored me. I’d never seen him like this before. He found the negatives and grabbed them, scrunching them up in his fists. Not satisfied with that, he shoved past me and went to the kitchen.
I couldn’t stop him. I could only watch as he dropped the films on the small gas stove and lit the burners, melting the celluloid almost instantly. He turned to me, a triumphant look on his face, and I knew, in that instant, there was no more us. I’d thought he was amazing, almost perfect, up until a few months ago. Since then he’d slowly destroyed my self-esteem, had sex over and over with my best friend instead of me, and shown me how destructive and selfish he really was.
It was clear then that everything I thought about Adam was what he wanted me to see. The true politician had been able to wear an image especially for me, for nearly four years.
I shook my head at him, held my hand up in one final gesture of farewell, and walked out of the studio, ignoring his wasted words that followed me.
Chapter 14:Caleb
I sat on the edge of the bed trying to do up my cufflinks. Helena sat opposite the huge mirror on the makeup table in her walk-in closet, her hair pulled back and her body wrapped in a silver, silk robe. I could see her focusing on her face, applying deft strokes to highlight her exquisite features, polishing herself immaculately for the black-tie charity event we were promised to.
“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked me after she’d seen me struggle with the same cuff for five minutes.
“Damn things are just too tricky,” I complained. “I guess that means I’m getting old?”
I tried to make light of it, but the truth was I was shaking with anxiety. In spite of what we’d decided, I couldn’t stop thinking about Paige. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.And the truth was I didn’t want to. I watched Helena stand up and shake off the shiny fabric that covered her, leaving her standing in nothing but a black lace thong.
Her slender body curved so gracefully around the small swell of her breast to curve down into the most intoxicating butt and long, shapely legs. Her skin was lightly tanned and still flawless, despite having just passed thirty-six, and the way she moved, even as she was merely selecting the right little black cocktail dress, was so elegant and measured. She was pure class all the way, a beautiful lady, but was still able to exude that hidden undertone of raw sexuality. The kind of thing that came in real handy for making rich men do almost anything she asked them to.
I watched her slide one stunning leg into her dress, followed by another, then turn and offer me a dazzling smile as she stood up and smoothed the material down over her body. “Getting a good view?” she asked as she effortlessly slipped on a pair of expensive black heels.
“Beautiful, as always,” I told her. Not long ago, just watching her get ready would have been enough to make me hard and desperate to be inside her. I was never allowed to mess her up if it was an occasion we had to attend, so it often led to some bathroom escapade or in-car blow job once we’d put in an appearance. And if t wasn’t a mandatory event, we’d normally find ourselves distracted and not showing up at all.
So why, then, as she moved so charmingly toward me, looking so stunning, did I only wish I was with Paige.
“Zip me up, would you?” Helena purred, turning so her bare, slender back to face me. I rose from the bed and managed, eventually, to fasten her zipper. “Okay, that’s it,” she snapped, turning around. “Now I know something’s wrong. I can’t remember the last time I asked you to do that and you didn’t unhook me and caresses my breasts. Where are you?”
“I’m fine, I promise,” I lied, “I just have somethings on my mind.”
“Are you sure you don’t mean ‘someone’?” She reached down and took my hands in hers. “My God, you’re shaking.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” I smiled weakly, bringing her down to sit beside me on the bed again. “I don’t know how it happened. I love you so much and I didn’t set out to find anyone else. I promise.”
“I believe you,” she said quietly, still holding my hands. “It’s that girl from the club, isn’t it? The one in the nurse’s outfit?”
“Turns out she’s one of my senior students,” I managed a small chuckle. “And I had no idea.”
I told Helena about finding Paige while she was crying and taking her to the studio. About shooting her and what it led to. I don’t know if I expected Helena to be angry. It didn’t seem like her. I know I didn’t expect her to be so tolerant, though. “How did you know it was her?”
“Darling, I know you better than anyone,” she smiled, “better than you know yourself, I think. I could tell your head was elsewhere these last few weeks. I knew it was her because I saw that look on your face when you looked at the picture. And I knew from the picture itself.”
“Knew what?”
“I knew our time was up,” she nodded. “The last time you made that face when you looked at a picture, it was a picture of me. And the last time you took a picture as good as that, it was of me as well.”
“You’re not mad?” I asked her.
“Why would I be mad? What good would that do? We had a wonderful marriage but if it’s over, it’s over. To force you to stay with me would just cause you painwhich, in turn, would lead you to hurt me.”
“I’m sorry, my love,” I said, looking right into her eyes.
“I’m sorry, too,” she replied. “I am sorry to lose you. But we both agreed to never get in the way of each other’s happiness.”
I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met and I felt that spark, that charge of electricity that I always got from kissing her. She responded with a deep moan but we both knew this was the last kiss. A big part of me didn’t want it to end. I loved Helena. We’d enjoyed the best years of our lives together but she was right. She was always right. She knew that if we stayed together I’d still be th
inking of Paige and, even if that memory disappeared, the feeling of wanting someone else never would.
“Go, my love,” Helena whispered as our lips parted.
I couldn’t think of anything to say in response, except, “You’ll make my excuses at the gala?” It was pathetic but it made her laugh. She nodded and I dashed out of the bedroom. I grabbed my jacket as I left and went out to find Paige, the cuffs of my dress shirt still open.
Chapter 15:Paige
I drove away not knowing where the hell I was going. I didn’t want to leave Adam back at Caleb’s studio, but I figured he’d probably burned his rage out with the negatives. He knew we were done. I knew we were done.
I pulled into a Denny’sparking lot. Not because I was hungry, just because I wanted to stop and think. I decided that a coffee might not be such a bad idea, after all, so I gathered my bag ready to get out of the car. And that was when my phone received a message. It was from Caleb.
Paige. Need to talk. I’ll meet you at the studio asap
I needed to respond to this fast. I didn’t have time to wonder what else we had to say to each other.
Studio is no good atm. Your place?
I’d never seen his house. I remember him mentioning it was out in Boerne, an affluent suburb to the northwest of San Antonio, maybe a half hour from where I was. My cellphone pinged again.
Not my place. Meet me at the lecture hall on campus
His house was no good? I didn’t dare let myself think he had decided to leave his wife but I couldn’t help my heart suddenly racing and the smile forming on my lips. I started the car again and headed off back to school.
*****
I could see the lights on in the auditorium as I approached it. I really wished I’d made myself up properly before Adam had come over. All I’d done for him was wrap my hair up in a bun and touch up my face so I didn’t look like I’d been crying. I had on my old denim miniskirt and a tank top. If I’d made an effort for Adam, at least I’d still look nice for this encounter with Caleb.
Crossing the threshold, I saw him exactly where I’d expected him to be, sat on his desk. And, of course, he looked gorgeous. He appeared to be dressed for the Oscars, in a black dinner jacket and dress shirt, only he didn’t have on a tie and his shirt was undone at least four buttons. He looked up at me as I walked in, and his smoldering dark eyes, thick hair, and amazing jawline made me gasp, again.
“Paige, thank God you came,” he said.
As I kept walking toward him, he got up and started toward me. “I’ve been wracking my brains, trying to think what else we might have to talk about,” I told him. I watched his face as he approached. He looked like he was struggling for words.
“I don’t know what to say, Paige,” he began. We were within a yard of each other. “I just needed to tell you that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
We didn’t stop, we just walked into each other’s arms. My heart leaped as he told me. “I feel the same way,” I said.
I looked up into his face, our mouths suddenly only inches apart. Our bodies crushed together, I could feel him firm inside his thin slacks. I felt a deep throbbing low in my body and just didn’t care if he’d left his wife. He scooped me up, our mouths still just hovering, almost but not quite touching. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped as he turned and carried me over to the desk.
As soon as he parked my ass on the wood, I began fighting with his zipper. Our eyes stayed locked together as I quickly freed his long cock, taking in a sharp breath as I encircled my fists around him. We hadgone there to talk, but we no longer had words to say as he delicately moved my underwear to the side so I could drag him to my wet, waiting pussy.
He pushed his way inside me. Although wet, I wasn’t quite ready for him so soon and the force he used brought desperate gasps and moans from us both, the sensations just on the line between pain and pleasure. It soon switched to a feeling of pure joy, though, as he slid out of me, both of us groaning as his every vein and ridge slid along my sensitive walls, until he was sat, poised again right against my quivering, willing lips.
“Your wife?” I asked in a whisper. I couldn’t wait any longer to find out.
“I had no choice,” he breathed. “We had to end it. I can’t bear to be without you, Paige. It was stupid to believe I could.”
I tried to think of the words to express my happiness, but he literally shoved them out of my head as he suddenly speared me with his rock-hard shaft. I let out a howl of ecstasy as he reached so deep inside me, which he silenced by finally pressing his lips against mine, his tongue probing almost as far inside me as his dick.
He started hammering at me urgently, each thrust ripping through me and forcing a loud cry from my mouth. I couldn’t believe how amazing he felt inside me. He brought me to the point of orgasm in just a few movements, forcing my hips to buck against him as I held on, my eyes rolling back and my breathing going ragged.
I could feel him already close, too, growing and twitching inside me, spurring me on even more, until I couldn’t stop myself exploding over him, a long, high scream coming from me as he kept fucking me, relentlessly. Then, with one final and almighty shove, he drove himself home hard so I could feel every pulse of him as he burst, unloading his cum deep inside me and leaving us both gasping for breath.
*****
“I’m sorry I acted like we shouldn’t be together,” he said as we lay on the floor, mostly still clothed. My body was singing. It had been the fastest, most intense, and most satisfying fuck I’d ever had. It wasn’t like me to get so aroused so quickly. I needed to know what it was about Caleb that brought that out of me.
And, after he’d relayed the essence of the conversation that he and Helena had, it felt like I was going to have the time to find out.
“I’m sorry I did the same,” I told him. “I just thought you were never going to leave her and I didn’t want to be the other woman.”
“I get that now,” he smiled, leaning over to kiss me. “It had just been such a long time since I had feelings like this about anyone, I thought there was no way someone as young as you, with your whole life ahead of you, would want to get mixed up with an older guy like me.”
“I didn’t,” I told him. “But I love the way you make me feel about myself. I love the pictures you take of me…” My heart sank as I remembered that those pictures were now lost forever.”
“And,” he swallowed, “I think I love you, Paige.” My head span. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but it made me so happy. “I’m sure that’s the only reason I’m able to get such good shots of you.”
“But we still have the problem of you being a professor and my being a student to contend with.”
“Don’t remind me,” he grimaced. “How long do we have until you graduate?”
“About two months.”
“Do you reckon we can play it cool until then? I want to keep seeing you but I know I’m going to have my hands full. Finding somewhere to live, getting a divorce…”
“Sounds exhausting,” I giggled. It was his flat tone that was amusing me. “But I guess we can sneak around for a few weeks.”
“It might even be fun.”
“Oh,” I remembered, “about the photographs…” I told him about Adam coming over and what he did. I expected Caleb to get angry or want to hunt Adam down, or something. Instead, he just appeared calm and reserved.
“Will, I guess they weren’t meant to be.”
“You’re not angry?” I asked him.
“Why should I be,” he smiled, pulling me closer to him. “Just think of the fun we can have taking more.”
***THE END***
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Obsessed With My Best Friend
Book 1
“Hello?”
“…Hi David. It’s Amelia.”
“Oh hey, Amelia. How are you?”
“I…I’m fine, thank you! I wasn’t sure if your number had changed. I still had the same 404 number but then I remember you told me that you had a new
number…”
“Oh well, yeah. I did have a new number because I moved…but this is actually the number I still use. It goes directly to my cell number.”
“Oh great, okay! Well, I’m glad I have it then.”
“Yes, I am now accessible anytime, anywhere. Even when I’m asleep I answer. Even in the bathtub, I can still talk.”
“You shouldn’t answer your phone in the tub. Might get electrocuted.”
“That is…a good point. ”
Laughter.
“Yeah…so anyway, how are you?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Pretty good. Nice to hear from you.”
“Yes, likewise. Listen, David…”
“Uh huh?”
“I want to ask you something.”
“Uh oh. Are you an undercover cop, Amelia?”
“I can’t answer that, but believe me, I’ve seen your records. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Uncomfortable laughter.
“No seriously, I want to ask you a big favor.”
“A favor? Really? Sure…I mean…what is it?
I am wondering though if you can help me run an errand for mother? We need a strong guy that can help trim some branches and then toss them into the pit.
I know it’s a lot to ask and I hate to ask you but…”
“Nah, it’ll be all right. I can do it this weekend.”
