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Page 19 of The New Girl

One in which I got to have both men without being punished for it.

Chapter Ten

Westfield was already there, waiting for me when I arrived at the bell tower. I was slightly out of breath from the climb up the narrow wooden stairs but even without that, I would have started panting as soon as I saw him.

He leaned against the inner rail, away from the opening where he would have been seen by the students in the quad if they bothered to look up. It was already getting dark and it was chilly. I didn’t think of that when I suggested we change our meeting place.

“Why?” he had asked.

I told him it was a fantasy of mine to have sex in a tower likeThe Lady of Shalott.

“She didn’t have sex. She left the tower and died of exposure in a boat.”

“I know. I want to rectify that travesty. Tennyson was cruel to do that to her.”

Westfield had laughed with a deep throaty chuckle and I felt its vibration in my sex.

He didn’t hang back for long. As soon as he saw me, he came toward me and took off my duffle coat.

“I like your hair like that.”

I had woven it into two braids that hung down on either side of my face. I didn’t even feel squicky about it. I instinctively knew that Westfield was turned on by the school girl fantasy.

So was I.

I was getting wet just looking at him. He was wearing a long black wool coat and scarf around his neck. His silver temples shone in the half-light. He towered over me.

I wore stockings rolled up to my upper thigh but that was as sexy as I got with my dress. I sensed that the attraction he had to me was in my sexual inexperience. I wasn’t a virgin but my last boyfriend was three years ago so I could certainly play the role of one.

He slid one hand under my skirt and planted the other on my lower back for support. I needed it.

The Chancellor’s fingering had the desired effect. Briefly, in the haze of orgasm, I wondered when Lysander was going to show up. He was the second call I made. I told him this was his chance. I was meeting his stepfather in the bell tower at five where he would either confess to incest or I would presume him innocent until proven guilty.

Lysander said it wouldn't work but he’d be here at the designated time.

As Westfield lowered me to the floor and spread my legs, I realized this was what Lysander intended for us all along. He was going to kill his stepfather.

I was the bait.

Westfield’s mouth pressed against my vulva, warming it with his breath. He said he would take his time and he wasn't kidding. After fingering me to madness, I was ready to tear my hair out.

“Women are capable of multiple orgasms and you are too perfect to overlook any part of you. I know this may neverhappen between us again. I want to savor every second of seeing you come.”

His lips fastened to my clitoris and he sucked on it slowly, slowly, a long slow pulsing pressure that didn't quite get me there, only heightened the tension, like a coil that is wound and wound....

I tried to push him away, to escape the assault, but he pressed me back and gripped my legs so I couldn't move.

I begged him to stop and that only made him wilder. His cock was already thick and hard under the trousers he wore. I wept inwardly thinking of that incredible penis inside me and the pounding I would be given after being denied so long.

I liked it that he didn’t speak. We didn’t say anything. He opened my blouse without a word. Not rushed or feverish but with a controlled violence that excited me. Like the beast was there beneath the suit and now that he had me, he wasn’t going to let anything interfere with taking me.

I squirmed under him when he unfastened my bra. He bit my neck and I pushed his shoulders in a weak attempt to keep him off me.

Weak, because I wanted him to fuck me and he knew it. He knew I was as sick as he was, craving defilement that was only half-heartedly consensual.

Lysander’s stepfather rolled to one side and unbuckled his belt. He opened his fly and released his cock that was even bigger than I imagined.

“That will never fit inside me,” I said with a whimper.


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