by Olivia Myers
“Yes?”
“Emily Vervain, do you consent to let me fuck you?” She took a small step towards me.
“Yes,” I breathed, my eyes fixed on her lips and the sexy way they moved when she said ‘fuck’.
“Do you consent to let me eat you alive, body and soul, and use you to satisfy my carnal desires?”
“Yes.” My eyes fell from her lips to watch the jiggle of her breasts as she took another small step towards me.
“Do you consent to let me do whatever dirty, filthy, lascivious thing I want to your body, until you’re screaming for me to stop and begging for me to continue?”
She took another step and now she was so close to me, our nipples brushed.
“Yes, Avery,” I begged. “Fuck me. Fuck me like an animal. Fuck me like a bonobo.”
Her arms looped fiercely around me and, before I knew what was happening, we were laying among the pillows and blankets on the floor, me on the bottom and her on top.
Our lips moved wildly together and our hands roamed up and down each other’s body. I broke away from her lips so I could lift one her breasts to my mouth. I flicked my tongue out to gently tease the tip of her nipples and watched as she groaned and threw her head back. She shoved her breast in my face so I could take it all in my mouth and suck and nip at it until I worked her into a frenzy.
“Oh god, Emily, oh god,” she moaned as she ground her pussy against mine. Our clits rubbed against each other and my eyes closed tight as pleasure coursed through me.
When I opened them again, Avery was watching me, a grin on her face. “Does that feel good?” she asked as she rubbed clits with me again.
I bit my lip to hold back a groan. “Yeah, it feels fucking awesome,” I breathed. “Just keep doing that.”
I grabbed her ass with both my hands and moved her up and down against me, at first slow, then faster and faster. She let herself go, humping me to the rhythm I set, her chest heaving with desperate pants as she tried to grind harder and deeper.
I writhed beneath her and clenched my fists until my nails dug into my skin. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” I gasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She leaned down and sucked on my lip. “That’s what I’m doing, baby,” she mumbled. “I’m going to fuck you all night.”
I felt an orgasm rising, ready to crash over me. I clenched my mouth shut to hold back the cry of joy, the cry of pain.
“It’s okay,” Avery groaned as she caressed my cheek. “Don’t hold it back. Let it out.”
As the climax hit me, I opened my mouth and let out the cry. I’d never heard myself make a sound like that before, so free and loud it shocked me.
Avery’s body tensed and shuddered and she echoed my cry. She fell on top of me, breathing hard, still grinding gently into me.
As we let the aftershocks of our orgasms fade, Avery laid her head on my chest and let her body sink into mine. I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me as I stroked her hair and planted light kisses on her forehead.
She looked up at me and batted her pretty eyes. “You know, bonobos are known for being very peaceful. They solve their conflicts with sex.”
“I can see why,” I said as I touched the tip of her nose with mine. “If everyone could feel as good as I do, world peace shouldn’t be too hard.”
“Mhmm,” she murmured. She nestled into me and went so still, I thought for a moment that she might have fallen asleep. Until lifted her head suddenly. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” I said immediately, my trust of her complete.
“Is this your first time?”
I went still with fear and she must have sensed it.
“You don’t have to answer,” she said quickly, “and I don’t mind either way. It’s just I sent so many hints the entire semester and you seemed so shy, it made me wonder.”
I took a deep breath and tried to relax. “It is,” I said quietly. The memory of lying naked on a bed flashed through my mind. I’d been so certain I would lose my virginity that night, but all my hopes crashed as the girl stood over me, her hands on her hips. You really thought I liked you? Her voice was sharp, cruel, and cut me to the core. You’re unfuckable. Even if you were the last girl alive, I wouldn’t have you.
“I’m honored to be your first,” Avery said, and just like that, my memory of the other girl vanished.
She sat up and smiled at me, her eyes already blazing with a million erotic possibilities. “Since this is your first time, I’ve got so many things I need to show you. God, where do I even start?”
Already, the peace from my orgasm had passed and I was feeling frisky again. “Well, if you want to keep things educational, did you know bonobos are the only primates besides humans to have oral sex?”
“Sounds like I’m not the only one who did her research today,” Avery said playfully as she spread my legs wide. “And, if I’m being honest, I am getting awfully hungry.”
She feasted her gaze on my glistening pussy. “Eat away,” I breathed.
She bent down and flicked her tongue out, softly lapping me up and down. Every time her wet tongue glided across my skin, it sent thrills up and down and through me.
“You like that?” she asked, pausing to look up at me.
“Yeah, for sure. It feels really--”
I cut my words off with a gasp as Avery plunged her head back down, took my clit between her lips, and gave it a long suck. I grasped wildly for something to hold on to as my world reeled with pleasure. I’d never felt anything like her tongue as it licked and lapped and sucked away at me.
“Oh my god, Avery, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged her every time she slowed down or it looked like she might pull away. It was hard to form coherent words, but I managed to gasp out, “Can-- I eat-- you, too?”
“Absolutely,” Avery mumbled as she continued licking. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She didn’t pause in her pleasuring of me as she twisted around until the top of her pretty heart lined up with my eyes.
I’d never tasted another woman before, so I reached out hesitantly with my tongue to taste her glistening lips. I let my first taste of her fluids fill my mouth. I hadn’t expected them to taste so good, but they were sweet and tangy and my tongue kept going back for more.
I licked, I sucked, I ate her up, and we moaned together as we gave and took pleasure. We didn’t stop until another round of orgasms shook us. After it, we ended up in each other’s arms again, stroking, caressing, murmuring words of love.
I felt so warm, so safe. “What are you going to show me next?” I asked as I stretched luxuriously.
Avery thought about it for a moment. “I suppose now would be a good time to show you my collection.”
“Collection of what?” I asked curiously as she pulled herself up.
She gave me a significant look. “Only the most pleasurable collection on campus.” She walked over to a small dresser set into the corner and opened the bottom drawer. I went to look over her shoulder.
Her drawer was full of sex toys of all types and sizes. Vibrators, dildos, harnesses, butt plugs, a dozen different types of lube, roleplaying costumes at the bottom, and several strange looking things that I couldn’t even guess what they were used for.
Avery rummaged through the drawer. She would pick up a toy, look at it for a minute, shake her head, and then put it back.
“Aha!” she said, her face lighting up. “How about we start with a classic?” She lifted up a pair of silver handcuffs.
The cold glint of metal, the tingle of excitement as they enclosed my wrists. Do you trust me? she’d asked.
Yes, I’d answered.
My heart pounded in my chest as Avery dangled the cuffs in front of me.
“I’m going to show you how sexy helplessness is,” she was saying with a mischievous smile, but her voice sounded faint in my ears. My breath stuck in my chest and I couldn’t let it out.
“Handcuffs?” I asked. I tried to keep the fear o
ut of my voice but it trembled anyways. “They don’t seem very sexy.”
“Well, you obviously haven’t been using them the right way. Come on, get on the bed.”
“I don’t know,” I hedged as I tried to think of a way out.
My sheer terror must have sounded like mere reluctance. Avery took my hand and led me towards the bed. “You have to try it at least once. You don’t know what you’re missing out on. And if you really don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again. But you will, so don’t worry.”
I still didn’t look convinced, so she paused and took both of my hands in hers. “You told me I could do whatever dirty and lascivious thing I wanted to you. Do you trust me?”
Avery asked the question, but it was the other girl’s voice that echoed in my mind. Do you trust me? It sent shockwaves of fear pounding in my chest.
But Avery wasn’t the other girl. Hadn’t she proved that enough already? I did trust her. Enough to swallow my fear and climb onto the bed. Enough to submit as she cuffed my hands to the headboard.
But I couldn’t relax. When Avery touched me, I shuddered away from her. When she straddled me and teased me with her fingers, I didn’t feel any pleasure, only a sick nervousness.
I bit my lip and tried to force it back, but my respite from fear was over. Avery had banished it, and now she had welcomed it back.
As she traced her finger along my collarbone, she lightly brushed my scar. It was a loving touch, but it brought back memories of sharp pain and terrified helplessness.
Hold still, Emily. We just want to make sure everyone knows who you really are.
When she touched my breasts, I thought of another girl who had touched them, squeezed them, her sharp nails digging in until I bled. And when I cried, her sarcastic voice answered, Didn’t you want me to touch your titties?
I fought against those voices, I tried to push them back to the corner of my mind. They had stolen so much of my life and happiness and I didn’t want them to steal Avery, too.
But they were so loud and so strong and I could feel myself losing the battle. It felt like I was going back in time. I felt like the sixteen year old girl who had just had her life crushed by the one she desired.
I felt myself losing control. I finally decided to tell Avery to stop, to tell her to try something else, when the door to the room slammed open and somebody rushed in.
It was the last straw. I couldn’t take anymore. My mind went blank and I let out a shrill scream.
What’s going on? I’d asked, confused as I struggled with the handcuffs that kept me tied to the bed. It felt like I was back in the other girl’s bedroom, which was quickly filling with students from my school. They all had sickening leers on their faces and were laughing at me.
The girl just stood there tapping her foot. I invited them, she said, her voice that had been so kind just a moment now cold and sharp. I wanted to show them that Emily Vervain actually thought she had a chance with me.
My classmates howled with laughter while I felt my heart shatter in my chest.
I screamed and shouted and thrashed but, just like back then, the bonds holding me to the bed held strong and cut into my wrists. “Let me go!” I begged as I struggled.
“God, Emily, what’s wrong?” I heard Avery ask, but I couldn’t answer, not until I knew I was safe.
I caught sight of another girl in the room, her mouth wide with shock.
“Get me out of here!” I shouted.
Avery fumbled with the handcuffs and they dropped away. I flew off the bed and into my clothes. My sweater had always kept me safe and covered. I pulled it on and it helped calm me.
But I couldn’t look at Avery as I pulled on my jeans and shoes. I didn’t bother with my underclothes. All I knew was that I had to get out and as soon as possible.
“Hold on, Emily,” Avery begged as she stood at my elbow. “You don’t have to leave.”
But of course I did. How could I have explained? She must have thought I was a psycho.
I streaked out of the room as soon as I was dressed and down the hallway to the apartment door. Avery followed me, but I was faster. In only a minute, I was out of the apartment building and racing down the road.
I glanced back only once and saw Avery limping after me, barefoot and in nothing but her thin robe. A pang of regret pierced me, but I turned my back and kept running until the dark swallowed me whole.
***
I had biology lab the next morning, but I couldn’t make myself go. I lay in bed in my cramped little studio apartment, staring at the ceiling and hating myself for running away. I’d regretted it the moment I slowed down enough to remember the way she’d looked at me, the pleasure and love and lust that played across her face when I touched her and she touched me.
I knew Avery hadn’t known her roommate would barge in and she hadn’t known what those handcuffs would trigger in me. I didn’t blame her, but I couldn’t go back. I’d acted like a psycho and it was too embarrassing. I would never be able to see her again.
As I lay in bed, I glanced at where my phone sat on the bedside table. I’d turned it off after the fifth call from Avery. I hadn’t even looked at the messages she’d sent. What could they say that I hadn’t already told myself?
‘What’s wrong with you, you fucking weirdo? Why are you so damn psychotic? Who could ever love you?’
I was used to hearing words like that in the other girl’s voice, but I couldn’t bear to hear Avery say them. I would have to change my phone number, drop out of classes, and transfer to another school. Maybe there I would be able to remember why I was never going to look at another girl again.
Right now, though, all I could think about was how much I hated myself. I’d lost the girl of my dreams and, even worse, I’d hurt her. I had no one to blame but myself.
I beat my head against my pillow as I tried to push Avery out of my head. It didn’t work.
How could I ever forget her sparkling eyes, her round hips that fit so perfectly around mine, her tongue. Oh, god, her tongue!
I flipped onto my back and groaned, my body flooding with heat as it remembered.
The doorbell rang, the shrill notes cutting through my thoughts. I flipped back onto my stomach and covered my head with my pillow, blocking out the sound as it rang again and again. Mercifully, after the fourth ring, it fell silent.
Whoever it was, I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to see anyone. Maybe I would forget about school altogether and run away to the mountains and become a hermit.
I marinated in pain and regret all day. It wasn’t until late in the evening that hunger drove me out of bed and to the kitchen. I searched through my fridge and cupboards, but everything looked disgusting. I needed comfort food, something with lots of carbs.
There was no way I was going to leave my apartment to buy anything. I hadn’t looked in a mirror all day and I was afraid of what I would find when I did. So I ordered Italian from my phone and hunkered down to wait.
When the delivery boy finally knocked, I dragged myself out of bed and to the door. I opened it a crack, just wide enough to let the food pass inside. I mumbled a thank you and began to close the door.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said politely before I could close it all the way. “It looks like you got a package. Let me hand it to you.”
I bit back a sigh of annoyance as I cracked the door open enough to let him hand a little brown box through. After all, he was just being nice. “Thank you,” I mumbled again and this time I closed the door without incident.
My whole focus was on getting food inside me, so I tossed the box on the bottom of my bed as I sat down to eat. I thought a huge dish of fettuccine alfredo and an order of breadsticks would help to make me feel better, but even they couldn’t ease the hollow ache in my stomach.
I tossed the empty food cartons to the side of my bed and burrowed under the covers with a groan. I'd forgotten about the package until my feet hit it and sent it tumbling off the bed.
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nbsp; The thudding sound as it hit the floor grated on my nerves the wrong way. I jumped out of my blankets with an angry huff and picked up the box. I wanted to throw it across the room or trample it under my feet. Maybe destroying it would help relieve some of my frustration.
Before I had a chance to do anything violent to it, I caught sight of the handwriting. My heart nearly stopped.
I would recognize the handwriting anywhere. Every biology class, I'd watched, mesmerized, as Avery took notes. Her handwriting was the only messy thing about her, quirky and uneven in a charming way.
I dropped the package on the bed like it was on fire and backed away. I was scared to open it, frightened of what it might contain.
But I was curious, too. If she really hated me for freaking out and running away, surely she wouldn’t have sent me a package. Unless her hatred was so big she had to fill a box with it.
Tentatively, I picked the package up again. I grabbed a knife, cut the tape, and carefully opened it.
My breath caught in my throat and tears sprouted in my eyes when I saw what it contained. The clothes I had left at her apartment in my haste to flee were neatly folded and sprinkled with rose petals. Lying on top was a card addressed to me.
I picked it up and turned it over to read the inscription:
Dear Emily,
I am so, so sorry for what happened last night. I take complete responsibility. I shouldn't have pushed you to do something you didn't feel comfortable doing. I really like you and I would love it if you could give me a second chance. If you need time or space or anything, it's okay. Again, I'm so sorry
Avery
The card shook in my hands. I had to read it over several times just to be sure that I understood it.
She didn't hate me after all. She blamed herself as if she had done anything wrong. I couldn't believe it was really possible.
But if it was true…
I jumped off my bed and ran to my closet to find the nicest, sexiest dress I owned.