First Day (01)

I give her a smile at her encouragement and suppress a laugh at her false-start of "I'd never..."

"Thanks, Preeth. So are you. So don't let some jerky college guys get you down. They missed out, and you dodged a bullet, clearly." I sit back a bit. "So is there someone here you have your eye on?"

I chuckle softly at that. "I can't just tell you who to like, Preeth. But Oliver is definitely cute." I smile at her, then realize...maybe I can kill two birds with one stone. "What about Skylar Pascoe? I know he's not your usual type, but that might be exactly what you need, right? Somebody new and different, who could help you see a different side of things? Plus I'm sure the tattoos would mean your parents would hate him, and that's always fun."

A question crosses my face, doubt, then I push it away. "I'm pretty sure she likes him, but that's not the same thing. And if they haven't made anything official, then he's officially still on the market." I add somewhat conspiratorially, "Besides, she doesn't have anything on you. The most interesting thing about her is that she has two first names. You're way better than that."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "You're interested in parties still? Not too much studying to do?" I smirk, teasing. "Sure, I can introduce you if there's a good party you're both at. If you need to borrow a dress or anything, between Soph and I, we've probably got some good options for you."

I blink slowly when I hear Victoria's voice, trying to find some calm within.

"Really, Vic? That's the line you're going with?" I shake my head like it's just disappointing. "Please, do yourself a favor and walk away before you embarrass yourself."

My jaw tightens as she walks away. I wonder if she knows I had the opportunity - the ask, with a reward even - to kill her and I didn't take it. I thought that made me noble, but right now it makes me feel weak.

I inhale a breath and look back at Preethi. "Well, I should let you finish your homework. But next time there's a party going on, let's see about introducing you to Skylar properly, okay?" And maybe at that party, I'll wear the miniest mini-dress just to prove Victoria wrong.

I wait a minute before I respond:
I'll be there soon

With all I'm asking Red to do for me - and all I know I'll need this semester - I really do have to keep her happy. And I have a party to go to tonight, apparently.

I linger a bit, though, before I head to the back room, because keeping her wanting and waiting and eager is just part of the game. Eventually, though, I casually stroll to the back room.

No one has ever so consistently treated me as deferentially as Red has. For a while, I tried to figure out exactly how Medora made this happen, but after a bit, I just decided to accept it. Like a weird gift from beyond the void.

I meet Red's eyes for a moment, then softly close the door behind me. "I see you're all ready for me," I say, taking in her posture. "Good girl." I lift my skirt and shimmy out of my panties letting them drop to the floor before I step out of them. I walk forward, slowly, confidently, like I'm owed this, and lift my skirt over Red's head, cutting off her view of me - and mine of her - and moving my sex up to her mouth. Honestly, after all the stress of the day, I could use some good feelings to soothe it all away.

Red knee walks closer, her eyes eager before they disappear under the edges of your skirt. You feel her wet mouth caress and taste you. Medora taught her well - she is very good at hitting all your most sensitive places. You feel her hands slide up your legs to cup your zok, and she lets out soft sounds of her own pleasure as she blindly feasts on your nectar.

I tip my head back, face toward the ceiling, eyes closed as I luxuriate in Red's undivided attention. I sigh softly, everything inside of me going tense with pleasure, then relaxing completely as I ride the soft wave down, down, down.

There's no way I'm psycho. I deserve so much more than everyone even realizes. The fact that I only ask for what I do makes me not only sane, but benevolent really.