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Thirty minutes in the ring, a drenched shirt later and I am in the shower beating my dick to images of my girl asleep in her bed. The one that replays over and over is the first time I snuck into her room.
At this point, I'd been watching her for two weeks and following her around as if I'm a deranged stalker. Keeping a tiny notebook to write detailing on all the stores she frequented, what she ordered at Starbucks, and the scent of her bath soap I saw her purchase at Bath and Body Works. Every day, I would wake before she did, park my car two houses down from hers, and watch as she would leave for the day. Following a safe distance behind her vehicle, I was able to clock every car that was also following her. There is no doubt that her father is keeping tabs on her. One night things went further than I had intended. It was the day I admitted to myself I had no claim on her. Even though in my mind she was MINE.
She went out with two of her friends, Eva Perez and Fabiola Baptiste, after her class for dinner. They went to an uptown restaurant. Innocent enough, right? Wrong. From the moment she walked in, I clocked three boys trying to slither their way in and after my woman. Her two friends were trying to persuade her to give each of them her number, which was almost the tipping point. Almost. What did it was the fellow student who showed up and invited himself to sit at her table. I was sitting one booth over in blacked-out glasses and a hat, listening as he asked her out and touched her arm. The young punk, actually fucking touched her. I didn’t realize I was growling until one of her friends commented on whether there was a dog inside of the restaurant.
My sweet girl hates to hurt people's feelings or to let people down. I watched her as she was struggling with telling him no. I bent the spoon in my hands in half to try to stay in my seat, instead of dragging him out by his Zac Efron hair. Finally, one of her friends rescued her and then they left. I stayed behind, waiting in the shadows for the ‘pretty boy’ to leave. The moment I knew he was alone, I choked his weak ass until he passed out. This was my way of letting him know if he even glanced at her again, he would end the day looking like Mickey Rourke. Not so pretty.
I made my way to her house and waited for the lights in her room to go out. Thank fuck for the tree on the outside of her window. Cliche, I know, but for this girl, I am more than willing to be John Cusack outside of her window with a boombox. Such a fucking sap. Sue me. I am a child of the ’80s. I crawled through her window and stood over her for the first time, my fingers cramped and achy trying not to touch. Quietly, I rummaged through her laundry until I found her panties, and Jesus…did my knees buckle. Her undies smelled like a candy store that sold pounds of Vanilla beans. I felt the drops of saliva as it fell from my mouth, the simple act of smelling her cotton panties turning me into a hungry dog.
My baby sleeps wild it seems since her cover is sprawled every which way. Handling him like the rabid beast he is, I grip my dick with force, punishing him for driving this side of me, but rewarding him for sniffing her out before someone else did. I stroked him, drawing blood from my lip as I bit back the grunts and howls that threatened to leave me. I watched as she dreamed and her shirt raised higher and higher. Christ if her tits become visible I am going to fall on top of her is the single thought flashing through my mind. When I could no longer stand it, I watched as my life shot out onto her panties and I imagined one day being able to rub it into her skin over and over until she glistens my essence. With one last glance, I exited the way I came.
Finally dressed and fresh, as I am starting up the car, I laugh at myself because this is bizarre. I have always had an endgame in mind when it comes to her, but the in-between I never considered. Like now, I am going to pick her up, but I have no plan for what comes next. Smooth Loe, real smooth.
Class is letting out as I pull up and I take stock of the tension in her body as she stands before her professor. My hands ring around the wheel, silently daring him to lay one single finger on her. She won’t be the only one I visit in the night. I get out of the car and stand on the side of it. Sure. I could go to her, but as sick as it makes me, I want her to come to me. I have spent endless hours seeking her, watching her, stalking her. I need her to seek me.
