13. Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Leon Aldon
Maeve skipped her last class of the day.
Maeve never skips class.
What is ma petite fleur up to?
I lost track of her when that friend of hers caught up to her.
Normally, they spend an hour or so in the dining hall before parting ways to their separate classes.
However, she and this friend walked to Maeve's apartment together today.
I tried to follow, but Maeve saw my car, and I had to get the fuck out of there before she caught on.
I can't get caught like this; I can't get caught at all.
I already feel like a fucking pervert following her around everywhere she goes, but I can't help it.
Last week, some asshole on the football team tried to follow her home.
I saw him joking with his friends about it.
I heard what they were saying; this asshole thought he could talk about my flower like that?
Saying hippie bitches are hot and how they're usually freaks in bed, that was when he started to follow her.
That's not happening.
Nobody touches her but me.
He's still in my basement, and I can't decide what to do with him yet.
If I kill him, I lose the rules I've set up for myself. I only kill those who abuse and hurt others, but to be fair, he sounded like he wanted to hurt my girl.
At the very least, he wanted to scare her, and I will not allow that.
I'm still torn on that one, so I haven't shown him my face in case I let him live.
All he's seen is the flimsy Halloween mask I bought a few months back when I was feeling low.
I was debating kidnapping my girl and keeping her for myself.
I talked myself out of it, but the more I think about it, I wish I had done it.
Maybe by now, she'd be as in love with me as I am with her.
Or maybe not; maybe it's just wishful thinking, and I've descended into madness over this woman, but it keeps getting harder and harder to resist her pull.
It's getting harder only to watch her from a distance.
But I definitely feel like a fucking pervert sitting outside of Maeve's complex, waiting and watching in hopes of seeing where she goes next.
Her schedule is usually so exact.
Work, school, home.
She always declines her friends' invites for dinner or drinks and she rarely goes with them for lunch off campus.
From what I've noticed, her budget is tight; she spends less on food a month than I spend on a single pair of pants.
It's monthly, sometimes less, when she eats outside the dining hall.
I hate that she's unable to live the traditional college experience.
You know, the one where you blow your money on cheap booze and greasy food, stay up until dawn partying with friends, and yet still drag yourself to class in your pajamas because it's finals week.
These are supposed to be the best years of her life in the worst way.
She's supposed to survive solely on cheap noodles and stale coffee, going from one hangover to the next and turning down dates with boys because they'll never measure up to me.
Okay, maybe not the last part, although I would hate to see how I'd react if I actually saw my girl on a date.
It's not like she could afford it anyway; I've had to resort to convincing students to tip her at work with my money, which isn't easy.
She works part-time at the campus library.
Nobody tips at a fucking library!
Well, nobody used to.
Now, two or three kids come in a week and ask for help finding some random fucking book that she'll never find in a million years and tip her for her efforts when she fails.
It's a pain in the ass to convince kids to do it, but it's so worth it when I see my girl buy something extra at the grocery store or buy herself a coffee before class.
Her whole face lights up with a smile when she realizes she can, in fact, afford the extra things in her cart.
I'm convinced I saw her do a little dance one day when she realized she had enough money to buy a candy bar at checkout.
As pathetic as it was, it was fucking adorable, and she fucked that candy bar up on the walk home.
I’ve tried to 'drop' money on paths I know she takes, but my little goddess of a woman picks it up and gives it to the fucking homeless or sticks it in a tip jar at the closest establishment she passes.
She's far too good for me and my world.
That alone proves it, and I wish it deterred me, but it doesn't.
It fascinates me that this woman can survive for an entire week on cabbage, potatoes, and oats yet give away the random money she finds on the street.
Before meeting Maeve, I'd say nobody is actually that selfless. I'd say it was an act the upper class put on to make themselves look better, but now I know the truth.
Now I know that the less fortunate give more than they should while the rest of us sit on our pedestals and count our money.
It's fascinating, but also not the point.
The point is that Maeve is always so precise with her schedule, and yet today, she strayed from that schedule, and I need to know why.
So, that leads us here, to me sitting outside her apartment while I wait for her and this friend to leave.
I've been sitting here for so long that I'm convinced I fell asleep with my eyes open and missed them leaving, but finally, the friend does.
She sneaks out of the apartment and practically skips off down the sidewalk with a smug smile on her face.
Maeve, however, doesn't come back out.
I wonder why…
Once this friend is far enough away, I hop out of the car and sneak up the fire escape until I can get a good view of her bedroom.
Fuck, I shouldn't have done that.
She's asleep in bed, laying on her side, with her plump little bare ass up in the air.
From the angle she's lying in, I can even see her sweet pussy from between her slender thighs.
This little view of her isn't going to be enough.
I need to touch her.
I need to break in and feel her warm skin and smell her.
Fuck, no.
Get in, get her class recording, and get out.
That's it!
When I grab my key to let myself in, I'm pissed off when I realize the front door isn't even locked, and I'm able to just walk in.
Does this girl have no sense of safety?
She could at least get a terrifying guard dog or a worthless roommate whose only purpose is that they never leave!
I'd lecture her about this if she were mine, but I can't.
I can't wake her up, having clearly broken into her apartment, and lecture her about the risk of someone breaking into her apartment.
I can imagine that going pretty well; she'd probably scream so loudly that my mother would hear her from Hell.
Plus, this works to my advantage; I can let myself in and walk into her room to see my girl.
And I must say, is this woman trying to kill me?
It should be illegal for her to look as good as she does while sitting in front of me.
She shouldn't be allowed to look this gorgeous while asleep, and she definitely shouldn't be allowed to lay in front of me in simply a tank top.
My God, I just want to bite that ass so hard that my teeth marks are a permanent fixture on her perfectly tanned skin.
That would guarantee nobody could look at her and deny that she's claimed.
That she's mine.
Maeve shifts in her sleep, both distracting me further and reminding me why the fuck I broke in here, and it damn sure wasn't to stare at her.
Although it is a pretty good perk.
I dig through her stuff until I find her laptop.
All her class recordings are saved on her laptop, and no surprise, my girl doesn't even have a password set up.
While I email myself her recordings, I stare at the woman in bed just a few feet from me.
I can smell the sweet blueberry scent and whatever her shampoo smells like, but most importantly, I can't stop staring at her bare cunt.
It's like I'm being challenged not to touch her, to fuck her.
A challenge I'm going to fail.
Fuck!
In my defense, when am I really going to get another opportunity like this?
I can't just not take advantage, right?
I sink to my knees in front of her, placing her ass at the same level as my face, and trace my fingers along her warm skin to see how responsive she is to touch.
Not much, surprisingly.
I worry for her safety, being such a deep sleeper, but this works in my favor.
My fingers trail down the curve of her plump ass and slide toward the middle of her legs until I can swipe my finger between her lips.
Fuck, my girl is wet.
Who the fuck has she been thinking about?
I hope it was me.
It better have been me…
When I pull my finger back to get a taste of this woman, it takes every ounce of control I have not to groan.
She tastes delicious!
That's it, I have to fuck her.
I pull my cock out and slowly climb onto the bed with her, sliding my cock between her lips to collect her wetness.
God, it's taking every drop of self-control that I have not to slam into this woman and make sure that she feels me in her guts for days, but that would wake her, and I can't do that.
Not only can I not explain what I'm doing here if she wakes up, but she's also had a rough day and needs the rest.
So I'll have to be easy about this.
I'm not a small guy from what I've been told, and I don't know anything about her past experience, so I just barely slide the head of my cock into her, just enough so that I can feel something.
I do small, shallow thrusts into her while my hand jerks the rest, and I keep my gaze on her angelic face to ensure she doesn't wake up.
My girl will sleep with my cum in her tonight; I gotta make this fast, though, so I jerk my cock quickly while fucking her with just the tip until I feel myself ready to explode.
Each small thrust into her feels heavenly despite only the tip being in. She's warm and tight around me, and each little flutter she makes has me twitching and fighting my self control.
Each movement I make in this beautiful creature collects more of her arousal on the head of my cock, making me desperate to taste another drop of her, but it'll have to be another time.
For now, I need to get this done so I can get out of here before her roommates return.
When I feel the pressure in my balls building up and the overwhelming desire to slam into her, I start to jerk my cock faster.
I start to squeeze my cock as I jerk until I finally feel myself ready to bust; only then do I still my movements and cum.
I watch as my cum oozes out of her as I do, knowing I'm not fucking her deep enough to keep my load in her, but it'll have to be enough.
Fuck, I hope she's not on the pill.
I know that's shitty of me, but all logic about staying away from her could be thrown out the window if my girl was carrying my baby.
Right?
I don't know how I'd figure it out before she started to show, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
For now, I can just picture ma petite fleur with my baby in her belly and her hands holding the bump that I made her grow.
Now that is a wonderful sight to imagine.
I pull my cock out of her and tuck it back into my pants while I watch my cum slide down her thigh and onto the sheets beneath her.
I dip my finger into the cum and draw a little “L” on her gorgeous thick ass before sneaking out of her window.
Whatever boundaries I thought I had for this girl, they're gone.
She's mine.