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by J. L. Ostle


  “Right, okay. I won’t touch her. I promise.” She looks me straight in the eye to make sure I’m telling the truth before nodding in acceptance.

  I watch her and Leon walk back towards the kitchen but she stops in the doorway. “By the way, she’s a virgin. She’s innocent.” She walks away.

  Fuck.

  She’s a virgin? How can that be? She’s gorgeous. What guy wouldn’t take one look and want to sleep with her? Maybe she’s waiting for that special someone. Waiting for the perfect guy and the perfect time. It is my number one rule. I don’t do virgins.

  Ever.

  Virgins get attached. Girls always remember the first person they sleep with. I will not let any girl go through that. I don’t want their first time to be a one-night stand. I may be an insensitive jerk when it comes to the opposite sex, but I do have morals. Knowing that Sky is one hundred percent a virgin, I know I can’t touch her.

  I grab my phone from my pocket and flip through my contacts. I got a few options from last night and now I’m taking my pick. I need a good fuck. My dick is still semi hard and I need a release. I send a text and lay back down, waiting. I know she will come- in more ways than one.

  They always do.

  I smell something good when I finally take my lazy ass off the couch and follow the aroma. Lake is plating up some bacon and eggs and my stomach automatically rumbles. I go to the fridge and grab a carton of OJ and pour out four glasses and Lake gives me a warm smile in thanks. I knew she wouldn’t stay mad at me for long.

  I’m looking through my Facebook when Lake yells out to Sky to come down. Has she stayed up there all this time? I look through my newsfeed to stop myself from looking at her when I feel her close by. It doesn’t help.

  I glance over at her and I’m shocked at what I see.

  The girl that was wearing tight shorts and a tank is now wearing a white blouse with a long black skirt. I mean the skirt literally goes to her feet. She looks like an old school teacher; her hair is even up in a tight bun on top of her head. If I saw her looking like this first, I wouldn’t believe what’s hiding underneath. It’s like meeting two completely different people.

  She sits opposite me and I try to look distracted, but I keep thinking that I had to have been dreaming this morning. I know I didn’t since I keep feeling Lake’s eyes on me. She has nothing to worry about. I don’t do virgins and I don’t do girls who hide behind themselves. I like the girl next door types but this girl, she is hiding. I know that if you’re hiding, you don’t want to be found.

  In the Spotlight - Chapter 3

  Sky

  I went for a more casual look since I still feel embarrassed that Dominic saw me the way he did. I kept to my room since I didn’t want to let them see me so worked up. Acting like a child. Being pathetic over something they don’t think twice about. But I let a complete stranger, a stranger who my sister thinks is a player, touch me. I didn’t even stop him. I still can’t describe the feelings that I felt. My body heated up. I had butterflies swarming around in my stomach. The weird thing is, I liked it. I know I shouldn’t.

  But I did.

  We are sitting around the table eating our breakfast and I have to stifle a moan. I’ve never tasted anything like this, ever. Growing up, we ate salads because Mom always said that girls like us can’t afford to get fat. Men want desirable women. If she ever thought we gained a single pound, we would starve. Now as I take each bite, I wouldn’t care if I blew up like a balloon. How can people not just eat this three times a day? It’s amazing.

  “You like it?” Lake asks as she gives me a knowing smile. All I can do is nod my head vigorously and she chuckles as we continue eating. She knows what it’s like growing up on mainly lettuce.

  I feel eyes on me every now and then but I don’t dare look up. I’m almost finished when there is a knock on the door and Leon stands to answer. I hear voices coming from the other room and one that stands out is a woman’s. I turn my head towards the door and see a very beautiful blonde wearing a dress that looks more like lingerie. I can’t help but eye her up and down. Long legs, gorgeous figure. My eyes land on her huge chest that looks like it’s about to pop out of the top.

  How can she walk around like that in public?

  “Dom, you ready?” she purrs, and that’s when it sinks in.

  She’s here for him.

  Ready for what? I look at Dominic and see him giving her a once over and his eyes have gotten darker. Is that lust? Looking again at the goddess and down at myself, I feel stupid that I thought he could ever see me as attractive. I could never compare to a girl like that. Is this the type he goes for? I’ve read in books where men go for confident, sexy women; I guess it’s true in real life. Why am I even comparing myself to her?

  “Yeah. Let’s go,” he responds while standing.

  I must be a glutton for punishment as I watch as he saunters towards her, fisting her hair before placing his lips on hers, her body arching towards him. Embarrassed that I’m watching something so intimate, I turn away. Why do I keep landing myself in other people’s intimate moments? I hear them walk off with her giggling.

  “It’s not even lunch time and he’s having a booty call?” my sister asks in disdain. I watch her grab the empty plates and head towards the kitchen. The food that I just enjoyed moments ago starts to rumble unpleasantly around my stomach.

  “You okay? You look a little pale. Well paler than normal.” Leon brings me out of my thoughts. I look up at him and he is giving me a warm smile that I return I can see why Lake likes him. He’s nice.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve never seen girls dressed like that. Mom always said intimacy is for behind closed doors, yet the two of them looked like they were about to devour each other.” I look down, playing with the hem of the table cloth.

  “Your sister has talked a little about how she grew up. How you both grew up. I’m sorry your life was like that. All those rules. I can’t imagine growing up like that,” he says as he leans back in his chair.

  “It was the only thing I knew. As long as I had my sister by my side I was happy. She protected me. I remember when I was twelve and she got me a disc-man. She found some CD’s and we would listen to different kinds of music. We’ve both loved music ever since. I love how each song, each melody, can be different. Mean different things. I wanted so many different options of music growing up, I wanted rock, pop, jazz, anything but I knew I couldn’t,” I sigh. “After she left, I felt like my parents knew I was it. They had to force me to do better. Be better. Be the person they wanted me to be. But all they did was make me feel more trapped. When I got the chance to leave, I did. I want to experience life before I can’t anymore.” I feel tears prickle behind my eyes.

  “What do you mean before you can’t?” he asks.

  “Sky? You want to take a tour to the mall? We can get some new clothes?” Lake interrupts us. With the sadness I see in her eyes, I know she heard me.

  “Sounds great. Let me go get my shoes.” I smile at Leon before I head up the stairs.

  I am in my own world, thinking of my past, when I hear grunting down the hall. My defences go on alert. I know Dominic came up here with that girl, but is she hurting him? What if he’s hurt? I hear the noises again. Should I yell for help? Should I get my sister? I open his door a little to make sure he’s okay, but what I see will haunt me forever.

  Dominic is standing near the edge of the bed and the woman he left with is on her knees. His jeans are around his ankles; his shirt is off. I look at his broad chest and shoulders; his toned stomach. My eyes trail down even more to the fine hairs that lead further down. It’s what she is doing that makes my whole body heat up. Her mouth is around his erection, her hands on his sack, and his head is thrown back in passion.

  Oh my God.

  She is giving him a blow job.

  I need to leave. I take a step back to do so but, like he can sense that I’m there, his eyes open and land directly on mine. I feel like I’m in a trance as our
gazes stay locked together. The girl groans and Dominic squeezes his eyes shut as he growls. It’s a very animalistic sound. With the connection finally broken, I run away, going to my room and grabbing my shoes before running back down the stairs.

  My heart is beating a million times a second and I am sure I look like a tomato. I go to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, chugging down most of it. Why did I have to be so nosey? Why couldn’t I have just gone straight to my room? They do say ignorance is bliss.

  You thought he was hurt. You were trying to be there for him, my head tries to console me.

  I lean against the counter, trying to get my head on straight. What if he tells Lake that I perved in on them? I groan into my hands as I feel the embarrassment come back. Hopefully he’s just as embarrassed as I am.

  He didn’t look embarrassed. He kept his eyes on yours.

  “You ready?” I jump at hearing Lake’s voice.

  “Sorry, you scared me. Yeah I’m ready,” I respond quickly, bending down to put on my shoes.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Just excited to spend some time with you.” Plus, I just walked in on my new roommate getting a blow job.

  “Come on, you have to get it; it looks amazing on you.” I’m standing in front of a mirror wearing a blue, strapless dress that stops just above my knee.

  I have never worn anything so revealing. I look at myself and am shocked at what I’m seeing. The material clings to me, and I hate how skinny I look compared to Lake, who is wearing a red dress that shows off curves in places I don’t have. I look like a pole compared to her.

  “I like it, but I think it would look better on you. I look too skinny in it.” I go back into the dressing room and put my blouse and skirt back on.

  “Hey, you look beautiful. You have a great ass. Mom starved us, so after a few more of my meals you’re going to fill out a bit more, trust me. Remember, I’ve been there. I was stick thin when I left home. Now? Now I love my body. If anyone doesn’t like it, tough shit. As long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters. You will love your body, and soon you will want to show it off,” she says in the next dressing room. I can’t remember what her body was like before she left, it was that long ago. I never paid attention but Mom made her eat like a rabbit too, so maybe she’s right. Well on the filling out part, not the showing it off part.

  “I’m going to buy these cardigans though,” I say, changing the subject. The cardigans I have chosen are red, black, and blue. They’re a very thin material and are long enough to cover my ass.

  “They did look cute on you. Get the jeans too. They made your ass look amazing. I wish I had your ass,” she sighs. I pull open the curtain and Lake is standing there with piles of clothes over her arm.

  “What’s wrong with your ass?” I look at her body. She is perfect.

  “I wish it was bigger. The weight I gained went to all the right places except there. You’ve always had a great ass.” I scoff at the idea. I can’t believe we are in the middle of a store talking about our asses.

  We go to check out and Lake offers to treat me to the clothes. After, we go to a nearby diner and order cheeseburgers and shakes. I can’t help but moan when I take my first bite. If anything, I’m not going to forget these amazing tastes. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  “So, what do you think you’re going to do while you’re here? You can do nothing and have the life of luxury, if you want. I’m just curious.” I pause as I think about the question. What am I going to do with my life? I grew up with expectations: Marry a man that my parents think will benefit the family name, pop out babies, look after my husband and children. But I’m twenty-one, I’m still young. I don’t want my life to end yet.

  “I never really thought about it. I don’t really have any passions to follow except reading.”

  “I didn’t mean to rush you, I just wanted to know. I want you to do something you love, and if you want to read books all day, every day, then do it. Just do what makes you happy. I love that I manage Leon’s band; I can’t imagine doing anything else.” I can see that she is telling the truth by the way her face lights up talking about Leon and the band.

  “It will come to me; I just need to think about it.” I continue eating the rest of my delicious burger.

  “You can be a book reviewer. Start a blog. If you need any help, just come to me,” she offers.

  “You know I will.”

  The rest of the day we bounce from shop to shop. I have never seen so many clothes in my life. It was a thrill making my own decisions on what I wanted to wear. My clothes have always been picked out for me to be sure I fit the image of what the perfect daughter should look like. We have bags of clothes that I’m sure will last me for years. I notice Lake’s leg bouncing as we drive back home and my curiosity spikes, knowing she does this when she is excited about something.

  We park and Leon comes out the door straight away, grabbing our bags and walking off without saying a word. That was weird. Lake loops her arm through mine and practically skips us to the door. I can hear music on the other side and when the door opens I am surrounded by strangers who yell out ‘Welcome’. I almost jump from fright.

  I look at my sister who’s bouncing with excitement. She threw me a party? I see a welcome sign and balloons and people drinking from red cups. Lake walks me towards the crowd and starts introducing me to everyone. There are so many people, I know I am going to have trouble remembering their names.

  I’m talking to a girl with short pink hair when I can’t help but look up at Dominic who is talking with some guys, a different girl on his arm. This one is a red head. Like the one I saw this morning, she is stunning. She is wearing tight jeans and a shirt that is high enough to show her flat stomach. So he doesn’t hang with the same woman twice?

  As if he can feel me staring, he looks up and gives me a nod and continues back to his conversation. He didn’t look at me like I just watched him get a blowjob six hours ago. No disgust or cocky smirk. Hopefully he’s willing to forget it ever happened. If that is the case, I will thank my lucky stars. Some other girls come up to me, introducing themselves. Lake told them that I’m a huge fan of reading so we are discussing the books we’ve read. One even calls herself a book whore, which I blush at.

  I am enthralled in our conversation, openly talking about a recent book that I read, when I see a girl out of the corner of my eye walk through the door like she owns the place. She has long blonde hair with pink tips, flawless makeup, and a leather skirt to go with her leather jacket. She screams bad girl. The kind of girl my parents warned me about. I can still hear my mom’s voice drilling in my head that anyone that wears leather is bad news. Boy or girl.

  I watch her walk through the crowd, men watching her, girls whispering and pointing. Who is she? She looks familiar but I can’t put my finger on it. It isn’t until she stops by Dominic that it clicks. She’s the lead singer of the band. My sister showed me some pictures, mostly of Leon, but I remember her showing a picture of a man with his head turned and a girl posing to the camera.

  “That’s Sherry, the lead singer of their band. She’s a badass. If she doesn’t get her own way though she can be a real bitch,” the girl with pink hair, Charlotte, whispers.

  “My sister showed me a picture of her once, it just took a second to sink in.” We continue watching her talk to Dominic and some of the guys.

  “Yeah, she thinks because she’s the lead singer she’s the boss of the band. I’m a huge fan, I go to every gig, but she is so full of herself. They only put up with her shit because they need her.”

  Sherry turns her head and glares at me and I realize we are openly staring at her. I start to feel out of my element, so I look around the crowd, trying to find my sister. I’m still searching when I feel someone poke my shoulder. I turn and see Sherry; the look she is giving me isn’t welcoming.

  “Excuse me, I don’t know who invited you, but can you please leave?” What? It’s more of a demand than a
question.

  “Umm... the thing is... this is ummm,” I stutter over myself. I look around the crowd again trying to find Lake.

  “Umm, umm, umm,” she mimics me. “This is a private party. So if you can find the door, we won’t make this any more of a scene.” She takes a few steps away before turning back around. “Oh, and I don’t know what look you are going for, but the teacher-geek look won’t get you laid. F.Y.I.” What is F.Y.I? How can she just come up to me and kick me out?

  “I’m not leaving. I...” I try and talk with more confidence than I have but I’m sure my voice is all shaky.

  “Listen love. I know the people who live here. What I say goes. Now LEAVE!” She yells at me. I can feel the tears start falling fast.

  All the memories of my parents yelling at me, telling me I’m not good enough. I need to do better. All of my insecurities are coming to the surface and I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

  “Listen you up tight bitch...”

  “Shut up Charlotte. I don’t appreciate you bringing in riff raff. I know you want to show off your friends to the band but don’t bring in any stray dogs,” she seethes at her. Did she just call me a dog?

  “What the hell is going on here?” Dominic walks towards us and Sherry loops her arm through his, batting her eyelashes up at him.

  “I was telling this girl that she can’t just crash this party. I was politely telling her to leave before she refused to go. You can tell she’s an attention seeker. Look at her; look how she’s dressed.” She looks at me in disgust. I look down at my outfit and hers and I thought I looked more casual. This is how I dress. How I was taught to dress.

  “Sherry, for fucks sake. This is her party. She moved in last night. When Lake hears about...

  “What the FUCK?” I hear Lake shout across the room. She’s walking towards us, looking majorly pissed off. I have never been more grateful for her presence. I run to her, wrapping my arms around her as I let the tears fall. I know I’m being pathetic, but I have never had someone, a stranger, tell me how pathetic I look. “It’s okay. I will sort this,” she tries to soothe me.

 

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