Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
Sam
Four Years Ago
T hat girl I followed into the forest might not want anything to do with me, but her classmates sure do.
I've been researching all week, and so far, it hasn't been difficult to get information out of them. As long as I'm giving them my full attention.
I've learned that her name is Bree Perry. She's the daughter of Professor Perry, the guy who's been riding my ass lately about not paying attention during lectures. But she doesn't visit him on campus—or hasn't, not since I've been tailing him. So I haven't been able to find out anything from her association with her dad.
Bree goes to class, picks up a snack, and then goes to study in the forest nearly every day that she's on campus. And no one I've talked to has much to say about her.
I'm hoping that will change today.
One of her classmates, Kendall, is currently pushing me into her dorm room, a hungry look in her eyes. Didn't take long to crack this nut—she seemed eager for a reason to ditch class. Something tells me this one isn't an overachiever, and I'm hoping that means she has a lot to say about Bree.
"I'm going to eat you up," she promises with a lick of her lips.
Her head dips down, and she looks up at me through her curled bangs as she kicks the door shut behind her.
"Yeah?"
Kendall presses her hand to my chest, her long red nails digging in slightly.
"Oh yes."
Her other hand cups my balls, getting a good handful.
I keep backing slowly away until I come to her bed. She pushes me down, then kneels between my legs, keeping her eyes on me.
"Is class so bad that you want to hang out with a guy like me?"
Kendall rolls her eyes as her fingertips busy themselves with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. "I can't ever figure out what he's talking about. The textbooks he has us reading don't make any sense."
I stroke her blonde hair and immediately wish I didn't. Someone should tell her to lay off the bleach.
"You can't let a power-tripping professor ruin your GPA, beautiful," I say, lowering my voice as her slender fingers wrap around my dick. It grows hard at her touch, and she starts stroking me lightly. "If no one understands what he's talking about, you can report him. Want me to show you how?"
Kendall frowns a little and shakes her head, her stiff strands brushing across her shoulders. "There are a few students who always raise their hands, though. Makes the rest of us look like idiots, honestly." She lowers her red lips to my dick, but I shake my head at her. She keeps stroking me instead, keeping the slow pace.
"Teacher's pets?" I offer, caressing her cheek while giving her a sympathetic look.
"Something like that. No way that goody-goody has a life."
"I know the type. I have an annoying girl like that in one of my classes, too," I bait her, finding myself getting harder as I picture Bree in my mind. "She has curly hair that she always wears in a bun?—"
"That's the girl in my class!" Kendall says, inadvertently gripping me a little tighter. "Oops, sorry," she purrs, then starts to free her ample tits from her loose off-the-shoulder sweater. "Perry something, that's what the professor calls her. When no one has the answer, he just asks her. Sooo annoying."
Kendall's soft tits envelop my dick as she takes me between them. She starts to bob up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick as she massages me at the same time.
I figure that's about as much as I'll get out of her about Bree, so I let her keep working.
Her soft moans and giggles fade into the background as I get lost in my thoughts, focusing on the heat and friction from Kendall but picturing Bree. I know a few girls who are closer to her and can tell me more, but if I ask them, they'll run their fat mouths to her at the first chance they get. Same goes for her dad. If I mention Bree, he'll warn her to stay away from me.
I sigh and close my eyes as Kendall takes me into her mouth. She pauses the massage to taste my length. She pops me in and out wetly, getting me nice and slick, before sliding me between her tits again. With a grin, she starts bouncing, holding me as tight as she can.
"Shit," I whisper, resting my hand on her head.
"You like that?" she coos, licking her lips pointedly.
What I'd like is to have Bree titty-fucking me. I smirk, holding back a laugh. Kendall's tits are way bigger, but I'd still like to see Bree struggle to bury my thick dick between her small breasts. I bet she'd be embarrassed. Maybe she'd be the kind of girl to try to please me anyway.
I want to feel her cute little tits, pinch her nipples just to see her reaction.
I bet she's a virgin.
Kendall bounces faster, her tongue hanging out to flick at my tip when she gets close enough. Her softness swallows me up, wrapping all the way around my shaft. No way Bree could do that.
I want her to try. She needs to know the kind of dick she passed up.
"You like that dick?" I say, thinking about what Bree would say.
"Mmmhmm," Kendall moans. "You're so thick, baby."
"Think you can take that dick?"
Could Bree take it?
I remember the way she looked at me when she let the muffin fall between us. She felt confident when she rejected me, felt some surge of self-assurance, I could see it in her eyes. I bet it felt good to blow me off.
Just like it'll feel good when I thrust into her for the first time, let her taste my dick. The expression on her face will be delicious when she's at my mercy, begging me to make her come. It'll feel good to wipe that confidence off her face. I want to see what she looks like when she realizes she'll do anything to keep me around.
Kendall is working my dick at a steady pace, getting me closer and closer to the edge. Or is it the thought of Bree's submission making my dick leak? Kendall licks the stream away, purring her approval. I'm panting now, thinking about Bree swallowing my load, happy to get the opportunity, begging for it.
"You want it, don't you? You want to make me come?" I whisper, my eyes shut, picturing her.
"Yes, bab?—"
"You want to taste me, feel me filling up your mouth," I interrupt Kendall, remembering Bree's voice. "Beg for it, and I'll give it to you."
Kendall presses her tits tighter around me, bouncing as fast as she can. She's murmuring something low, but I don't strain to hear her. I want Bree begging me, dying to make up for the way she treated me.
I want her mouth filled with my seed, ready to swallow it all, everything I give her.
And then I want her to smile.
And thank me.
At the thought, I erupt with a grunt, holding Bree's face in my mind. Kendall gives a shriek of surprise as my load blasts into her face and spills onto her chest. She opens her mouth to catch the remaining spurts, unsure of what to do, and I keep shooting, releasing all my pent-up frustration.
When I'm emptied out and I've caught my breath, Kendall is still frozen in place.
"You could have warned me," she says sourly, wiping her face slowly.
"You didn't know I was close? You were doing such a good job."
I try not to grin. She's lucky I didn't say Bree's name when I came. It was on the tip of my tongue.
"Well, you can make it up to me," Kendall says in a playful tone, licking her fingers clean.
But I've already got what I wanted out of her.
"I can?" I ask, tucking myself away and zipping up.
I stand and look down at Kendall. Her tits are still out, dripping my cum. She might not have known much, but at least I got a tit job out of it.
"Don't you want to make me feel good, too?"
She pouts, trying to look cute. I stare at her until she stiffens, realization slowly dawning on her.
"I gotta go. I don't want to be late. But thanks."
I step over her and walk out of her room without another word. I wasn't lying, either. I don't want to be late.
I need to be there when Bree gets out of class.
If I walk into the forest about 10 minutes after Bree with my nose buried in a book, no one gives me a second look. After days of following her, I've gotten good at not being noticed. And now it's starting to become a habit. The tit job flashes in my mind, specifically what I was thinking about. I find my mind going there more often.
I know I can have any girl I want, but more and more, I want Bree. There's something about her rejection I can't let go, so callous, like I was nothing. It pisses me off. And every day, I get more eager to taste the sweetness of her submission.
Something tells me getting her to break will be more fun than girls like Kendall.
There are forest paths that will take you to the main roads, but the one Bree and I take isn't like that. It leads deeper into the forest. And no one else has taken it. I bet even her dad doesn't know she comes here to study. I bet no one else knows.
Just me.
I think that's why it gives me such a thrill to be here among the trees, making my footsteps as quiet as possible as I get closer to the clearing, just close enough to make her out in the middle of the clearing. I'm treading a path to Bree that hardly anyone else has noticed. And when I get her to beg me to put my hands on her, I'll be introducing her to a world she's never experienced. I still want to be the one to reject her when she gets hooked on me, but fuck, I'm looking forward to corrupting this teacher's pet.
I'm going to make her my pet.
I listen hard to make sure she isn't on her way back for some reason. I can't let her see my face, or this is all over. I get a sick feeling in my stomach when I imagine her running into me before it's time.
But when I see her there, quietly studying with her back to me, I feel it again, a sense of calm. Everything is still under my control.
The plan is still on.
Today, she's typing away on her laptop, fully in the groove of whatever assignment she's working on. I can watch her like this without growing tired. On the contrary, I only get excited the longer I watch.
I'm seeing a side of her that others don't get to see. Maybe she doesn't want others to see, but I want to look. I want to watch her when she thinks she's alone. Little by little, I learn more about her personality this way, from her little outbursts to the way she rewards herself.
I'll know how to reward her, how to have her in the palm of my hand.
But more than that, there's something thrilling about getting this level of access to her. I've never had an opportunity to control someone like this. And the more I know, the better control I'll have.
I still don't know enough to get her where I want her, though. I need her receptive to me, wanting my attention. These little things I notice here and there, it's only the beginning. But I'm not getting anywhere just by talking to people who come into contact with her. Bree doesn't have time to shoot the shit with girls like Kendall. Her classmates are a dead end.
There has to be another way to get closer.
And I'm going to find it.