by Amy DeMeritt
She actually seems to stiffen more. I smile and glide my hands down her body and press into the space just inside her hips. She inhales deeply, and weakens some. I rub gentle circles in the space and trace my fingers down her bikini line and gently grip the inside of her thighs. Her breathing becomes shallow and her body leans into me more. I resume my guiding technique and she’s much more relaxed and able to follow more easily. After a couple minutes, her confidence increases and she becomes even more relaxed. She’s nearly there in being able to follow my lead. She’s much more limited in her range than I’m used to, but I still like dancing with her. I’ll be able to get her skill level up after dancing with her more. Sam wasn’t as good as she is now when we first met either, but now she’s an amazing dancer.
I alternate between them for a couple songs and then try to bring them both together. This really throws Shannon off and she becomes stiff again. It takes a couple songs to get into a good rhythm, but I’m still enjoying every minute of it. “Breaking in” a new puppet is fun for me. I love dancing with girls that follow me easily, but dancing with a girl like Shannon, that needs more coaching and training, it’s a rush. An immediate submissive like Madison and Candi is amazing and a big turn on. But there is just something very exciting about seducing a girl into submission, to get her to give me the reins and follow my lead completely.
It takes gentle touches, deeply looking into her eyes, and my breath upon her neck, to get her to relax and start to easily give me what I want. I love that I can see the arousal on her face. Seeing the arousal on their faces, hearing their breathing, and feeling the heat coming off their bodies, are some of my favorite things about puppet dancing.
After dancing together for a few fast and medium tempo songs, I feel like we’re getting into a good rhythm. A slow song comes on, so I decide to increase the intensity. I manipulate them in more suggestive movements, grope their bodies slowly and firmly, and allow my lips, teeth, and tongue to trail over their necks, arms, and hands.
When the song ends, Shannon grips my shoulders and pushes me backwards, firmly pressing me against the wall. She kisses me hard and deep while she lifts my shirt. She pulls back just a moment to rip it off over my head. She reenters my mouth and immediately slides her hands in my shorts and grips my ass, making me moan. She releases my mouth and roughly drags her teeth over my breast and bites my nipple. She rips my shorts and underwear down off my hips and dives between my legs.
“Oh, shit!”
I grab her head and her shoulder to steady myself. My eyes close and I feel like I might fall over. Her mouth is moving fast and hard and its making my body hum with electricity. I moan loudly as two hands firmly palm and pinch my breasts. I can only get my eyes open to little slits to see Madison smiling as she leans in to pull me into a kiss.
As I start to cum, my knees weaken too much and I start to slide down the wall. Madison and Shannon help me sit down and Shannon quickly reenters my center and sends me crashing over the edge. I cum clinging to her head and Madison’s shoulder. My body spasms and jerks hard, making my ribs hurt. I gasp and groan in pain, so Shannon stops teasing my clit. I inhale deeply and smile.
“So, how’d you like dancing with me, baby?” Shannon and Madison laugh and Shannon kisses my lips. “I don’t even know how to describe it. I don’t know how so much sexiness can exist in one person.” I laugh and feel my cocky confidence grow. I dust my shoulder off in a cocky way, brush my thumb above my top lip, and lean back with a grin. “Born this way, baby.” They laugh and kiss my cheeks. “Daddy’s going to take you both to the bedroom now and have my way with both of you – many times.”
They smile really big and pull me up off the floor.
Chapter Thirty
Our school’s maintenance department was annoyingly proficient once they received the parts for the elevator and they had it fixed by the Monday morning after Whitney told me it would be fixed soon. So, here we stand, slowly riding the elevator up to my floor. Shannon and Madison and I all have our arms looped together in sad silence. We had one last dinner together and shared a single big bowl of ice cream on the sofa while we tried to be as close together as possible. It was a sad, somber night.
As the door slides open, we come face to face with a smiling Whitney leaning against the wall waiting for us. She laughs and shakes her head as she steps forward to give me a hug.
“Don’t look so thrilled about coming back to live with me. Jeez, you look like I stole your candy or something.” I laugh a little and wrap my arms around her. “You did steal my candy.” She laughs hard and smacks my shoulder. “Shut up. You’ll still be able to see your girls when you need their sugar.”
I give her a weak smile and we follow Whitney back to our dorm. The place looks the same, except, Whitney’s side of the dorm looks more lived in than usual. Since Darren’s gone, she spends a lot more time in the dorm. I feel bad that she’s been here all alone since all of that happened. I had asked her to come hang out with us at Shannon’s several times, but she made up excuses why she couldn’t. I think she just didn’t want to feel like she was intruding or something.
Whitney sits down on her bed Indian style and watches as we set my bags down and Madison and Shannon awkwardly shuffle in the middle of the room, unsure if they should stay or leave. Whitney offers no invitation for them to stay, so Madison wraps her arms around me and kisses my cheek.
“I guess we’ll go. I’ll talk to you later, baby.” I give her a soft kiss on the lips and squeeze her a moment. “Ok. I’ll text you before bed. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She releases me and Shannon envelops me with a warm tender hug. She buries her face in my neck and inhales deeply, before kissing my neck. She pulls her face around to face me and presses her lips to mine for a moment. “I love you, Kayla.”
“I love you too. Bedtime phone kisses?” She laughs and nods. “Ok, I’ll talk to you later.”
I watch them walk down the hall before closing the door and sitting down on my bed. Whitney is watching me with an amused smile.
“That was cute. So, how is the ‘family’ thing working out? All of your pussycats getting along?” I smile and kick my shoes off so I can push back and sit against the wall. “No, fights. We’re a very happy, loving family.”
“It will happen eventually.”
“Probably, but I don’t think it will destroy us.”
She frowns and looks down at her hands in her lap. Her shoulders shake with emotion and she sniffles. I quickly get up and sit down next to her. She leans over and lays her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her.
“I’m sorry, Whitney. I didn’t mean to imply…”
“You didn’t. My relationship with Darren was always rocky. It just got worse when we came here. Back home, he was the best-looking guy in school and in our neighborhood. He never felt like he had competition. We still fought, but not like when we came here. He was no longer the only good looking guy in my life and the number of lesbians in this school just floored him. I have at least one in every one of my classes and then my roommate, of course, ends up being a lesbian. We only had two out-girls back home that we knew of. He viewed every minute I interacted with someone as a threat to his claim on me. I couldn’t get him to understand that his constant jealousy and accusations is what was threatening our relationship. I just hope you don’t have to go through the issues I had with jealousy. You said before that Sam has jealousy issues. I hope she can really be ok with sharing you, especially when she has to live so far away.”
“Sam is getting better with the jealousy and has already fallen in love with Madison. She’s very close to being able to say that about Shannon as well. I think if we all love each other and give each other equal attention, then we shouldn’t have those issues, at least not often.”
“I hope so. It’s so hard to make a relationship with one person work; I can’t even imagine what it would take to make a relationship between four people work.”
“So far,
it’s been beautiful.”
“Well, what I saw just now was beautiful. I want that again. With one guy, of course. There’s no way I could balance more than one.” I laugh and rub her back soothingly. “You’ll have it, when you’re ready. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Did they have a service for Darren yet?”
“They had a private family only service. I was invited, but my parents wouldn’t pay for my flight back to attend. They didn’t want me there after what he did to you and the altercation with the police. My mom never liked him. She used to tell me all the time that he had a darkness that unsettled her, but I just thought she was trying to be controlling. Turns out, she was right.”
“How are you holding up? You sound brave on the phone, but are you still you?” She looks up at me with sad eyes and shakes her head. “I’m holding it together, but I’ll never be the same. That was probably the scariest thing I’ve experienced and I wasn’t even the one he beat up. Which, I probably would have been if you hadn’t been here and stopped him. I really can’t thank you enough.”
“It was nothing. Don’t sweat it.” She smiles and kisses my cheek. “Those girls are very lucky to have someone so sweet and wonderful. Maybe your family can work – they’d all be insane to allow any confrontation and risk losing you.”
“I’m crazy lucky to have them as well. They’re all amazing and beautiful. Most of the time, I don’t even understand why they want to be with me.”
“Ok, stop being so cute and making me hungry for someone like you.”
I laugh and she lays back down on my chest with a smile. I just hold her for several minutes before she says anything again. When she speaks, its soft and I barely hear her.
“They found a note in his pocket.” She sits up and reaches for her lamp on her side table and lifts it to pull out a folded piece of notebook paper. She hands it to me, but I hesitate to open it. “You can read it.”
I slowly open the letter and can immediately tell that either he was crying when he wrote it, or someone else cried over it as they read it. The ink has drop smears all over the page.
Whitney,
I’m sorry. Tell your friend, I’m sorry. Tell my moms, I’m sorry. Tell that other girl that had to watch me be a monster that I’m sorry. It shouldn’t be on your shoulders to do, but I need you to do me this last favor, because I can’t.
I have a sickness. I don’t know what it is, but somethings wrong with my head and I just can’t take it anymore. I hate myself and how I hurt you. When you see a rose bush, you see the beautiful flowers. When I see a rose bush, I see the thorns and want to tear the whole bush down, regardless of the flowers being destroyed in the process. I know that’s not right.
When I left your friend on the floor, I saw a face in the window of a parked car outside of your dorm that scared me so badly that I actually punched the window, before I realized it was my own reflection. I took off running. I ended up knocking over an older man and we fell to the ground. I saw he had a gun tucked in the waist of his pants and I fought him for it and ran.
I don’t know why I took it.
I think I should take care of that monster I saw in the window the same way I would take care of the thorn bush so that monster can’t hurt anyone else.
I’m sorry for everything. You were my world. If I wasn’t so messed up, we could have been really happy. I wanted to marry you and have a family together. We would have made pretty babies and you would have been a gorgeous pregnant wife and mommy.
No child should have a monster for a father and no monster should breed more monsters into the world.
I hope you can find happiness one day. You are the purist thing I’ve ever known. I’m sorry for all the ugly things I called you and accused you of.
Goodbye, angel
Darren
I carefully fold the note and hand it back to her. I place a hand on her cheek and look in her eyes.
“How many times have you read this?” She shakes her head and leans over to replace it under the lamp. “Only once. His mom mailed it to me last week, but I only opened it yesterday. I don’t want this letter, but I don’t know what to do with it. It feels wrong just throwing it away.”
“Give it to Madison.” She looks at me confused. “She wants to be a child psychologist. Maybe there’s something in that letter that could help her down the road with her patients.” She nods and takes my hand in hers. “Ok, I like that idea. You know, the sad thing is, if he had gotten help, maybe we could have been happy like he says. He never told anyone what he was dealing with. Why didn’t he say something?”
“I think most people that have mental disorders keep it to themselves out of fear of being judged and labeled. There’s probably a lot of people out there that could really benefit from medical help, but they don’t seek it out of fear and insecurities. The social stigma on mental disorders is terrible.”
“I feel terrible about what I said to him just before he came up here. I didn’t realize he really had a mental issue. I just thought he was being a jerk. I was just so mad at him for calling me a whore, slut, and so many other horrible things that I don’t want to repeat. I was just tired of being torn down by him and wanted to strike back. Do you think I pushed him to do what he did by calling him crazy?”
“No. I’ve been trying to figure out if I could have done something differently, but I just don’t think he was really there. I think whatever that darkness is that he dealt with kind of took over his brain that night. I don’t know if doing anything differently would have changed the outcome. If anyone pushed him to the physical violence, it was me by throwing his greatest fear in his face – that you and I might have had sex.”
“You’re just going to keep trying to rescue me, aren’t you? You can’t even let me shoulder a little bit of the blame?” I shake my head. “Nope. You’re not going to do that to yourself.”
“That’s sweet, but it’s easier said than done. I’m trying though. So, how long do I get to keep you for?”
I look at her confused because I haven’t discussed with her the possibility of moving in with Shannon. She smiles and lays back on her pillow, resting her arms behind her head.
“Come on, the way all of you looked earlier when that elevator opened and your adorable goodbye kisses, there has to have been talk about moving in together.”
“There was and will be. Sam will be flying in next Thursday and spending four days here, so we’ll all be staying with Shannon while she’s visiting. Sam is considering transferring here. If she does that, we’ll probably try to live together.”
“Why is she transferring? To be with you?” I shake my head. “No, she hates it there. It turns out that the school is a bigger party school than the serious college she thought it was going to be. Sam has a wild personality, but she doesn’t care for the wild party lifestyle. She’s happier lying in bed talking all night than going to a party. Only thing she likes about parties is dancing, but she won’t dance with anyone but me anymore.”
“I still haven’t seen you dance. You should dance for me.”
“I’m not giving you a lap dance, Whitney.” She laughs and kicks my leg. “Shut up. You know I didn’t mean that. Come on, show me your moves.”
I laugh and shake my head. I stand up and she grins. I pull my phone out, acting like I’m looking for music, but then dramatically yawn and stretch.
“Oh jeez. Would you look at the time? I better get to sleep. I have an early class tomorrow.” I sit down on my bed and she throws her pillow at me. “Brat. I guess because I’m not a lesbian you won’t dance for me?” I laugh and shrug my shoulder. “Pretty much.”
She looks at me with a curious grin and then pulls her own phone out. I watch her hands fly over her screen, but she doesn’t say anything.
“What are you doing over there?”
“I Googled you.”
“What? Seriously? I doubt you’ll find anything.” She smiles really big and shakes her head. “J
ackpot!”
“Shut up. You’re lying.”
She sits up and pats the bed next to herself. I sit down next to her and she turns her volume up and pushes play on a video that looks like it was shot by a cellphone.
“Oh shit. That’s the party at Josh’s house. The one from the weekend all of this happened.”
“Shit, Kayla. Where did you learn that?” I laugh and feel my cockiness surge. “My older sister is a dancer. She’s way better though.”
“Who are they?”
“Sam’s friends. That’s Sam.”
Watching the dance from the outside is exciting. Madison had told me that we looked like professional dancers and I have to admit that we really do. It had felt like one of our best dances, but seeing it just confirms it. It’s an amazing dance. The video ends with Sam pulling my blindfold off and me saying her name in a ridiculously dreamy way.
“Damn, that was some serious shit. This video has been viewed over two million times. How did you not know it existed?”
“Seriously? It was a good dance, but two million times? Can you text me that link?”
She sends it to my phone and I immediately text it to each of my girls, Awenasa, and to Sara. Whitney closes out of the video and sets her phone aside.
“That was really good, but I still want to see you dance in person. Next party you go to when you’re all healed, you better take me with you so I can see you in action.”
“Ok.”
Everyone responds almost at the same time about the video.
Sam: I’m literally crying. This is the best thing you could send me. Holy shit, we look so amazing. I can’t wait to dance with you again. I’m probably going to watch this on repeat till I get to see you.
Madison: I’m glad someone posted that. It was such an amazing dance. I couldn’t even be mad when I found out who it was because it was just so beautiful. I hope Sam doesn’t read the comments.
