“I mean it’s weird. Mr. Lomax is kinda fine but he’s too old to be sexy.” Her face warped with confusion.
“He’s sexy because he’s a grown man.” I pictured his copper brown skin and his full lips; his, brown eyes and his TV ready smile. Chris shrugged and then she stared at me like she was trying to read my mind or some shit.
“What?” I frowned.
“Why didn’t you ever just tell me? I’m your sister after all. I know you don’t like me but.” Her words trailed off and she stared past me out to the patio where our mother was still sunning herself.
I actually felt a pang of sadness that she felt left out of my twisted, fucked up life. Shit, sometimes I felt left out too. Like my body decided things for me instead of my brain.
“Chris, you gotta understand that sometimes I don’t even know what the fuck is going on with me.” She didn’t respond she just nodded her head as if contemplating my words though.
“I know you’re different. I know you have…episodes.” She spoke as if she didn’t want to step on a landmine and blow herself to smithereens. I didn’t feel angry though, if anything I felt ashamed that I was so transparent.
Here I was thinking I did a good damn job of hiding how fucked up I was. It turns out Chris has been on to me the entire damn time. I guess being left out gives you a bunch of strung together moments where you can observe everyone who pushes you away.
“Yeah.” I avoided her gaze. I wanted to crack a joke to lighten the mood but I was honestly left speechless. Christina’s understanding pulled all the twisted, bitchy thoughts from my head and replaced them with love and peace…at least for the moment. Without warning, she walked over and hugged me tight.
“It’s okay Cami you know you can talk to me now. I’m not as bad as you thought.” She left without another word leaving me there with my own confused thoughts. Maybe I did have someone I could actually talk to. She was such a goody two shoes though, like Laurel. How could someone so good understand someone so bad?
Chapter Seven
Xavier
When the summer months rolled around at Trinity the students were allowed to wear shorts, skorts, and skirts with no tights or stockings. Crisp, white, cotton button down shirts are allowed to be short sleeved and blazers aren’t a requirement. That small, relaxed portion of the dress code had my dick hard.
Camilla Scott was sitting her pretty ass right across from me in class. I watched her perfect pink lips as she ate the strawberries that came with her school lunch. Her smooth, thick thighs were slightly parted giving me such a perfect view up her pleated blue skirt.
The white panties she wore looked oh so innocent but I knew the truth. The truth about how she liked to slurp my dick down her throat while I sucked on her pussy when we were in a 69. I knew she loved riding on top of me and coming over and over again. I knew she liked when I slapped her ass leaving behind an outline of my hand on her flesh. I knew the truth.
“Are you grading papers?”
Laurel Jamison sat across from me, trying her hardest to get me to notice her. She started wearing her hair in a ponytail instead of her usual bun. I could have sworn her skirt was shorter too. I was only guessing judging by the way she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs then stretching them out in front of her.
I looked at her and smiled with a nod. It wasn’t a lie. I was grading papers on the outside but on the inside I was counting down the minutes until I could bury my dick in Camilla. Time couldn’t move fast enough.
“Can I see my grade for the essay project?” Laurel’s voice went from light and flirty to serious and studious in a flash.
“You’ll get your paper with the rest of the class tomorrow, Miss Jamison.” I chuckled. Laurel was still cute and innocent but no matter how high she hiked her skirt she would always be sweet little Laurel to me.
A knock sounded on my open classroom door pulling my attention away from grading papers. I straightened my back a bit when I saw Mr. Lomax poke his head in. There was something about him that annoyed the fuck out of me. I couldn’t exactly put my finger on it though.
“Hi Mr. Lomax,” Laurel turned right back into a little church mouse. I watched Camilla though; he didn’t phase her at all. In fact, the fucker seemed phased by her.
He leaned over and whispered something in her ear and she rolled her eyes in response. It was way out of line for any other student, but not her. I clenched my jaw to stop from blurting out all the questions storming around in my head. Mr. Lomax tossed me a phony smile before exiting. When Camilla followed him I nearly exploded with the questions I barely kept at bay. “She must be in trouble again,” Laurel sighed.
“In trouble, huh?” I knew I was brooding but I didn’t care. I wondered if Laurel could tell. Shit, I had to pull it together. I knew Lomax was up to something with Camilla, and I planned to find out what the hell it was.
Chapter Eight
Camilla
“So are you jealous now?” A devilish smirk tugged at my lips as I followed Brian with my eyes. He was pacing back and forth, firing questions at me like he owned my pussy or something.
“I’m not jealous of anything Camilla. Don’t be stupid. I’m just letting you know that it’s not policy for students to have lunch anywhere other than the cafeteria or the courtyard unless I write a pass for it. I don’t recall writing you a pass.” He folded his arms across his chest and glared at me.
For a man in his 40’s, Brian was in decent shape. He wasn’t cut up with abs rippling but he took good care of himself. His body was toned and firm and hard in all the right spots. I smirked again, spinning in a small circle while sitting in his office chair.
“Would you stop acting like a child and listen to me?” Clearly he was annoyed. Good. I wasn’t sure who the fuck he thought he was trying to pull the principal shit with right then, but I wasn’t in the mood for it.
It was too close to my birthday for me to deal with Brian’s hissy fit. In ten days, I’d finally be turning 18 and graduating out of the fuck hole known as Trinity Prep. One of the reasons June was my favorite month.
“Brian, calm the fuck down,” I snapped. My face turned serious as I regarded him. “It’s the end of the year. I can have lunch wherever I want to and you know it. Besides, Laurel likes Xavier, not me,” I lied.
Why should he know whom I was fucking? Why should he even care? As long as he kept pumping those blank checks my way we were cool. I was actually able to save up $9,000. It was pure heaven.
“Xavier? For someone who doesn’t like him you sure are cordial with him. On a first name basis and everything,” he clenched his jaw. His eyes turned stormy as he focused on me. I sighed and pushed to my feet.
“What? I can’t call anyone by their first name but you?” My fingers played on his chest and instantly his body relaxed. It excited me to see his walls crumble. It was like playing with a puppet the way I pulled his strings and affected his mood.
“Just don’t…” His words trailed off as I lowered to my knees. I knew he was freaking out about his blinds still being open but I didn’t care. Shit, it added to the fun for me. When Brian’s dick bounced out I looked up at him with big eyes like I’d never seen it before.
I wrapped my wet lips around the head of his rock hard dick and he let out a hiss of air, letting me know the rest of his wall just tumbled. I plunged his cock in the back of my throat and contracted my muscles around him. His groan was like music. I was sure to keep my noises low so I didn’t make him cry out like a bitch. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick until my own saliva was slipping down my chin and dotting my white shirt. Brian loved a sloppy blowjob.
He must’ve really missed me sucking his cock because he was already tensing up and getting ready to cum in my mouth. Right before he did, I popped off of him and he looked at me with horror. “Why did you stop?” He whined.
“Because I want you to know who’s in control.” I stood up, wiped my chin and went into the bathroom. His heavy footsteps were right behin
d me. I could feel him breathing on my neck although he was silent. I kept waiting for him to start bitching about my power move but he never did.
Maybe he was learning?
When I turned to face him he swallowed. Probably words he wanted to say but didn’t; his brown eyes were smoldering though, they hid nothing. He was pissed. I didn’t even acknowledge his silent tantrum, I just turned on my heel and left.
The main office was bustling as usual with staff laughing and talking, students in offices, and phones ringing. It was like the blowjob in Brian’s office never happened.
When I got home I heard Christina blasting her music. I barged in her pretty pink room and threw myself across her ruffled white bedspread.
“You could have said hello first,” she grumbled. The music paused and she sat beside me. Christina smelled like bubble gum. How do you even reach that level of squeaky-clean where you actually smell like fucking bubble gum?
“Did you see Mr. Lomax today?” Chris quirked an eyebrow at me with a smirk on her full lips.
“I did…he’s jealous of Xavier,” I told her.
“Why?” She bumped me with her shoulders.
“What? You haven’t figured it out little miss detective?” My words dripped with sarcasm making Chris roll her eyes at me. “I’m fucking him too,” I kept my voice low in case the parents were near. Her mouth gaped open and then slowly shut. Why she seemed shocked was beyond me.
“But what about Laurel?” She whimpered. I hated thinking about all the hot nights Xavier and I had had knowing that Laurel was wildly oblivious. I usually pushed it away and put something else in its place like the money I siphon from Brian or the fact that graduation is nearing and I won’t have to walk Trinity Prep halls anymore.
Daddy wanted me at Howard but little did he know I planned to jet set the fuck away from Florida once graduation was done. “Um…hello, Cami?” Chris snapped her fingers in front of my face.
Shit, I’d done it again; pushed Laurel’s feelings out of my head. “What about Laurel? You know…your best friend?”
A growl escaped me.
“I know who she is, Chris! I don’t know…shit. It’s not like Laurel was gonna have a chance with him…” I was up walking around the room trying to find something to focus on. Anxiety and anger closed in on me like a black curtain.
“I know but what if she finds out? She’ll be so hurt…” I stopped listening to my goddamned goody-two-shoes sister and tried to fight off the pressure building in my head.
Knock, knock, knock…
My mind focused on the sound of someone knocking at the bedroom door. A distraction. Thank God.
“Hey girls,” Dad walked in zeroing in on me. He knew I was going through something. His usually smooth forehead wrinkled with concern while he observed me. He took me in his massively strong arms and hugged me gently. “Cami, are you okay?” His hand stroked my hair and I concentrated on how good it felt, how big his hands were, and the warmth radiating from them.
I felt safe.
I was safe.
When my eyes opened, I was still in Daddy’s arms. Chris was sitting on her bed, chewing her bottom lip nervously. “I-I’m okay,” I stammer. “Just having a moment.”
“Hmm…” Daddy’s voice was a deep sound that vibrated in his chest. When he’s not preaching, he can actually be a source of comfort for me, unlike my mother. Even though he’s barely around, I still prefer him to her. “Come with me,” he grumbled. My hand slipped in his and we walked down the hall. I looked behind me to see Chris poking her head out of her room, trying to figure out where he was taking me.
He brought me to his office. He sat on a brown leather couch in the corner and motioned for me to sit beside him. “Cami, you looked like you were on the verge of a panic attack or something back there. Have you been experiencing that a lot?”
Shame bubbled to the surface and I felt my cheeks flush hot and embarrassed. I crossed my legs tightly and shook my head.
It was the first lie.
He knew it too. His gaze, unflinching and scrutinizing, never left me. His eyes were hot like coffee and they were burning a hole straight through me. Was it some creepy preacher trick he learned or something? Whatever it was it made me squirm under his observation.
After five minutes of quiet stares, I broke. I couldn’t fucking help it. I had no idea silence could be so unnerving.
“Yes.” I sighed. “I’ve been having these episodes, mood swings, or whatever the hell you wanna call them.” At this admission, he finally softens.
“Why didn’t you talk to me or your mother?” A bitter laugh escaped my throat.
“Talk to mom? Yeah…okay.”
“I know she’s not the easiest person for you to talk to but she’s still your mother. You never talked to me either.” I never talked to him because we weren’t close. After eyeing him I decided to do something I’d never thought to do before: ask my dad about mom’s past. He had to have answers!
“Daddy…does Mom have anger issues or mood swings too? Or has she ever had them? I didn’t just pick this up out of the blue,” I reasoned. Our eyes locked. Uncertainty brewed behind those deep chocolate pools.
His jaw flexed up and down and he blew out a breath. I inched forward in my seat so I didn’t miss any words he was getting ready to say. “Your mother…has a…complicated past,” each word was strained. Like he was walking through a booby-trapped obstacle course.
Why the hell did everyone treat me like that?
“Does she? I wouldn’t know. She never tells me anything,” I huffed.
“I know. It’s probably because you two are so much alike.” Parts of me ached to tell him about how I get enraged and need a dick in me or need to feel pain to bring things back into focus but that’s probably not the proper conversation for a father and daughter to have.
He’s always been more a friend to me than a dad though. He never disciplined me, not like he did with Chris. He always excused what I did, or let my mother handle it. Probably why he was my favorite.
“Please,” I scoffed, “We could never be anything alike.”
“You’re more alike than you probably know Camilla…” He looked at me and glanced over my body before bringing his eyes to focus on mine. For a split second I felt my body heat up under his gaze, the same way I did whenever Xavier looked at me with hunger in his eyes.
I’ve never pushed a feeling out of my head so quickly before in my life. Why the fuck would I ever feel that way over my father looking at me? What the hell was wrong with my brain?
I did see a flicker of something he was trying to hide though and I wanted to pick at it until it broke free but then his phone rang. Suddenly he was all work and Jesus and I lost the flicker.
Dammit!
Xavier had been hounding me all damn evening about meeting him at school early in the morning after Mr. Lomax came and snatched me up out of his classroom. I felt a ripple of annoyance flutter through my stomach and I tried to ignore it. I just hated when men started getting jealous or keeping tabs on me.
I’m a free spirit. Not to be tamed or clutched.
We met in the parking lot of a nature trail near the school. I wasn’t taking any chances on Brian popping up and finding us. Then I’d have to deal with two male egos and I’d have to explain myself when I hate doing either.
Inside of Xavier’s car smelled just like him, all soap and sandalwood. It made my panties wet. “What’s up?” I asked casually.
“You tell me. What’s up with you and Lomax?” His eyes focused on something I couldn’t see.
The anger I felt started at a very slow bubble in the pit of my abdomen. “Xavier, we’ll do better together if you don’t worry about who else I’m fucking.” My jaw felt so stiff it was a fucking wonder I could speak.
“So you are fucking him then?” He finally turned to me, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
“What the fuck do you want from me? Pussy? I’m giving you plenty of
that!” The slow bubble escalated into a boil.
“I don’t know what I want from you! All I know is that you’re like me and I like that.” His eyes softened when he looked at me and it quelled the anger inside of me for a millisecond.
“Like you?” I seethed. “You have no idea how I am, so how can you say I’m like you?” My head and my pussy were both throbbing and while I wanted to punch Xavier in his fine ass face, I also wanted him to fuck my brains out on the hood of his car.
“You don’t know me, you just know my pussy. And you don’t own me or my pussy so please spare me the jealous boyfriend act.” Heat rushed to the surface of my skin, it felt like I could make water sizzle.
Colors were swirling.
I was wet…so wet.
“You’re right. I just know your pussy,” he growled before sliding his hand between my thighs. My heart pounded in my chest and I couldn’t control the urges rushing through me.
I don’t even remember when I mounted Xavier but my cunt was so thick with desire as I slid it up and down his dick. I could hear myself moaning but it felt like I wasn’t in control.
Xavier grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged it back so my throat was exposed. I wished he would lick or bite it, and inflict some sort of pain to bring me back to full consciousness. Out of body experiences are is for the birds.
When I felt him sink his nails into my ass cheeks my eyes popped open and I hurled back into my body. Or at least that’s what it felt like. I could feel air rushing across my skin where intense heat had been.
Xavier’s lips started sucking on my bare shoulder causing my walls to tense around his girth. He felt so good. His dick throbbed and swelled even more inside of me.
“Xavier,” I moaned into his ear. That’s when he lost it. His cum spurted inside of me, coating my walls.
“God damn, Camilla.” he panted into my damp hair. I couldn’t help grinning down at him. I was finally satisfied.
“We’re just fucking. Okay Xavier? No more feelings.” I tapped the tip of his nose and I saw a flash of anger in his eyes but he kept it simmering just below the surface.
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