Chapter Twenty-Seven

Celia “Celia, I really need to talk to you and a phone text isn’t the best way to do it. Would you please answer your phone?” I listened to the message Becky had left for me on voicemail the next morning and groaned.

I’d avoided her for so long. She didn’t seem to be happy that I was with Keith and she’d texted me a few times to ask me to come to the diner with her. And every time I wanted to reply to her I felt like a naughty little schoolgirl, who would be told off by their mom for doing all the things that I did with Keith. Especially after last night.

Becky and I had made up, sure, but I didn’t want to constantly have to defend my relationship with Keith to her. This was mine, all mine, and I wasn’t about to let anyone take that from me. Even a really good friend like Becky.

I rolled out of bed, sore from my exertions of the night before, and headed for the shower. I had class and so did Keith. He was already up but in his own shower downstairs. I stepped into the hot water and let it ease the ache away, as much as it could.

What was I going to do about Becky?

I frowned and got out of the shower. It wasn’t that easy. This whole having friends thing, I thought as I turned on the hair dryer. Pink fluff danced around my head and I laughed. It was the first time I’d dried it since I’d been to the salon, and it tickled my face as it waved around. I styled it with a hairbrush and smoothed it down when I was done. Not bad. Not perfect like Natalie had made it, but not bad.

I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, grabbed my coat and bag before I walked downstairs. “Hey, you ready, babe?”

“Sure, be right there,” Keith called from down the hall. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of orange juice and one of the pastries Keith had left on the counter for me.

I ate it as we walked to the campus together, our hands joined. Leaves scattered under our feet, blown by the wind into a dance that created a song, and I smiled. Life wasn’t so bad.

“How are you, baby?” he asked me, and I leaned into him with a grin.

“Pretty good.” I looked up at him, gratitude in my eyes. “Last night was majorly eye-opening. But I liked it.”

“Good. How do you feel about it now?”

“I’m not sure. I still have concerns, but overall I feel good.” I thought that might be too analytical, but that’s how I thought. “I think it’s something I’ll never forget and it made me so hot.”

Keith leaned down, close to my ear and whispered. “I know, I was in that hot little pussy of yours, remember? And it couldn’t get enough.”

I pulled away in mock shock, my jaw down around my chest. “You don’t say?”

“I do say. And it was magical.”

“Hmm. I should hope so.” I gave him a look and we came back together and moved on. “This is my building, so I’ll see you later.”

“You will indeed, my pretty.” He stroked my chin, and it reminded me of how that man had stroked the woman’s chin the night before. While she sucked his cock. “Oh, don’t remind me of that, I have to get to class.”

“We could duck into the bathroom and I could fuck you against the door, quick and fast. Just to ease that itch.”

“That is so tempting,” I murmured softly against his jaw but pulled away. “I can’t though. I’m almost late, so I have to run. But think about me.” I winked and pulled away, pleased with my own little attempts to tease.

I couldn’t think about my class, even though I had run to get there on time. I just sat there as my brain replayed moments from the night before. The taste of the scotch, the scent of Keith’s cologne, the scenes. My stomach was a knot by the time I got through that class and I wanted to just go home to him. But I knew he had another class. I had time to kill though, so maybe I’d go home and try out that shower head function trick he’d tried on me once before.

I let myself into the house and walked in, without even a thought as to who else might be there. Which is why I screamed when I caught a glimpse of Keith in the kitchen.

“Fucking hell, you scared the shit out of me!” I swore more than I usually did. My heart raced in my chest painfully hard before it started to calm down.

“Sorry. Forgot my class was cancelled. The prof is sick, so I came back home.” He looked agitated, but then he smiled and came to hug me. “Sorry, babe. Why are you here? Usually, you stop at that cafe to study between classes.”

“I, uh…” Fuck. Now I was the one caught out. “Um, forgot a book I needed.”

“Did you, now?” I saw a gleam in his eye and knew he knew.

“Well, that and I was thinking about you. About the way you fucked me so hard and good on that bed last night. And I can’t get that woman out of my head.”

“Mm, I see.” He kissed down my jaw as he pushed my coat off and undid my jeans.

I let my head fall back, kicked off my shoes, and then pulled my pants off with my feet. A skill I’d learned with him. In another moment, he had me bare, on the island in the kitchen and his cock was pressed against me. He had on pajama pants, but I could feel him, so ready for me too.

I grasped at him and kissed him deeply as he thrust into my hand. “Take me, Keith, make me feel better.”

He pushed his pants down far enough to unleash the thick cock he’d hidden away. Eager fingers slid into my entrance, to test me, to make sure I was wet. When he found me not only wet but soaking, he slid into me. There was no resistance, only a slick, easy glide as he moved in and out of me.

We fucked frantically on the counter, as though we hadn’t just blown each other’s mind the night before. I clung to him, my nails up under his arms and around his back with my legs wrapped around his hips. After I came, he turned me to bend me over the island and fuck me from behind. I felt a slap on my ass and rather than be mad, I moaned. It felt so good when he did it, and I knew it was something else we’d have to explore, later, when I didn’t need to get to my next class.

Later, after we’d cleaned up and dressed again, we met back in the kitchen. “So, you really liked last night?”

“Oh, yeah. I wasn’t certain at first. I mean there were four guys in that room with her.” I paused because he got this kind of ‘ah-ha’ look on his face but then I continued. “But it was hot. Kinky, yes, but hot.”

“Good. I’m glad you’ve decided to explore a little bit with me, then.” He leaned down and kissed me and that’s when something occurred to me. I touched his cheek and his jawline.

“I could have sworn you shaved this morning,” I said, and let my fingers play over the bristly stubble. “Oh well, I’m losing my mind. First I’m agreeing that I enjoyed our little voyeur session in the sex lair and now I’m forgetting things. I have to go before I lose any more of my mind. I have a test today.”

“Enjoy your day, my lovely. I’ll see you tonight.” A peck on the cheek, and then I left the house.

I could clearly remember his jaw being smooth this morning, but I guess my mind was playing tricks on me. I went to class, took the test with ease, and went on to work. I was doing well in class, at least, and didn’t have to worry about that. It was easy work. Some of it I’d even had in high school as a prep for my university courses, so for now, I was on solid ground there, at least.

I saw Becky in my afternoon English class, but we didn’t have a lot of time to talk. The prof had discovered one of the students had been cheating and spent the entire hour going on about how we could be expelled and about academic dishonesty. It bored me to tears, but I paid attention because she walked through the aisles and looked at each of us in turn, a little section of her speech directed at each of us.

She went on for so long, I was nearly late for work. Becky tried to beg me to stop, but I had to run across campus to get to the library. I pulled away from her as she’d grabbed my arm to stop me and raced away. “I’ll call you later.”

I tried not to see the disappointed look on her face or to feel too guilty for running away. I’d call her later, or maybe tomorrow. The weekend at the latest I promised myself. She’d reached out to me when I needed someone and I should be a better friend to her. I was just so busy now; I didn’t have a lot of time to call her. That was all.

I made it to work with seconds to spare and started my daily routine. I made my way back to that human sexuality section later in the day and picked out a book that didn’t look so clinical. Maybe I should read a little more about it even if it wasn’t erotica.