by Laine Watson
Because of Carson Moon
Because of You, Volume 1
Laine Watson
Published by Mir.Mad Works, 2020.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
BECAUSE OF CARSON MOON
First edition. September 22, 2020.
Copyright © 2020 Laine Watson.
ISBN: 978-1393023753
Written by Laine Watson.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1: The Quad
Chapter 2 Doubt It
Chapter 3: If You Say So
Chapter 4: The Act
Chapter 5: Good Girl
Chapter 6: Ground Rules
Chapter 7: Happiness
Chapter 8: Run In
Chapter 9: My Kitty Cat
Chapter 10: Missionary
Chapter 11: Dream Catcher
Chapter 12: I Hate You
Chapter 13: Collar Bone
Chapter 14: Married
Chapter 15: Student Teaching
Chapter 16: I left with Zo
Chapter 17: Next Step
Chapter 18: Drinks on Me
Chapter 19: Owen
Chapter 20: Sawyer
Chapter 21: Zo and Carson
Chapter 22: Take That
Chapter 23: Revealing
Chapter 24: The Man You Want
Chapter 25: Loving Zo
Chapter 26: What I Want
Chapter 1: The Quad
I ran down the quad, late for my very first class as a senior at Wyatt University. With only a little eye shadow on and a smear of lip gloss over my full lips, I felt underdressed. Couldn’t worry about that though. I had to get to class.
I held my personalized textbooks in my arms, pressed against my navy-blue tank top, my jet-black bone-straight hair, even my bangs, waving in the wind. My face got warmer and warmer the faster I ran, no doubt revealing a tinge of pink in my cheeks.
I was starting off my senior year holding up to the many unattractive labels I had acquired in the previous three years.
My stride was stifled by my extremely tight, skinny jeans and I feared that at any moment, my cellphone would squeeze out of my pocket, or my navy-blue flats would betray me and I’d slip and fall, my books would fly in the air making me even later for class.
Why was I late? It’s simple. I’d been masturbating. Sorry to just throw that out there, but it’s the truth. College was my newfound freedom. I’d been in boarding school since seventh grade. So naturally, in the solitude of my dorm room, I discovered my pretty pink pearl and all of its tantalizing pleasure when I was about fifteen or sixteen. That’s also when I discovered the golden gate to pure, unadulterated pleasure, i.e. orgasms—it had been my favorite pastime.
Every morning, in fact, I’d have to start with a nice orgasm to get my day moving in the right direction. Which was how I wound up late to class the first day of senior year—and I did trip on one of the tiny little slits dividing the cement sidewalk into perfect squares.
And as I suspected, my books went in the air and my face went thump onto the pavement.
Oof! I closed my eyes tightly, letting the sting of my body hitting the ground lessen the longer I lay there, clenching my fists.
“Whoa, are you okay?” a soft but ruggedly calm voice asked. It was definitely a guy. The clear, sweetness of his voice, the nervous waver and bit of concern at the end, comforted me. I opened my eyes and saw his nice sneakers—maybe a bit dirty—and what looked like expensive jeans as my eyes traveled up his body.
“I’m fine.” I glanced up to see a guy with raven-colored, messy, medium-length hair stretching out his hand to me. The moment right before I laid my hand in his seemed to last forever. Staring at him with my lips parted as I lay on the pavement, his brown eyes, so big and consuming, melted my insides a little. His rose-cherry lips and pale, ivory, soft-looking skin, the shape of his eyes, unique and exotic to me and his perfect nose caused me to bat my eyes, a small gasp escaping my lips. Was I seeing what I was seeing? I’d never seen such a perfect looking guy. Even his ashy, dark gray shirt with symbols I didn’t understand in yellow, red, and orange, lined with black seemed like the best shirt any guy could ever wear. It was fitted just enough to see the definition of his abs and almost-broad chest.
Wow, he’s hot! I thought, finally putting my hand in his. He pulled me up until I was standing. I paused for a moment before speaking as he stared at me, with wide eyes. I couldn’t help but do the same. I tried to think of something to say, but “thank you” never even crossed my mind. My ears were so warm, and the heat traveled down to my cheeks and neck. I clenched my jaw shut as I gulped. The next moment my cheeks were on fire as I darted my eyes down to the pavement and pushed the hair that hung near my face behind my ear. Finally, it dawned on me what to say.
“T-thank you.”
“N-no problem,” he said, in a cringey, shy voice and I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. He snatched his eyes from me, his cheeks turning red. He had one hand in his pocket and the other dangled beside him. He leaned forward a bit, like he was trying to get a good look at me. After I licked my lips, I couldn’t help but glance down at his package—there was a bulge. Look at that, a beautiful moment, and I had to go and make it dirty. That’s who I was.
“A-are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
I heard him, but my mind had already moved on to something else.
I gasped, checking my pocket. My phone was safe and snug.
I rubbed the tip of my nose. “Yeah.” As I blinked, I lowered my eyes to see my notebooks and textbook on the sidewalk.
I dropped down into a squat and reached for my things, but he scooped them up quickly in his arms.
My eyes arrowed up at him as I rose slowly.
His lip quivered a little before he spoke, his eyes wandering everywhere but on me, “H-here you go.” He handed the books to me, but I didn’t take them.
“T-thanks,” I said, suspiciously. Of what? I don’t know.
He’s nice, but he’s sexy. He’s probably a girlfriend type of guy. Yeah right, he probably doesn’t even know he’s as hot as he is. I thought looking up at his fidgety stance and the fact that he couldn’t look at me for more than a millisecond led me to my next thought. He’s probably never even had a girlfriend. He’s about to shit his pants just looking at me. I’ve never really had a nice guy. That’d be new. Maybe I could have some fun with him until he finds what he’s really looking for or maybe... I could just corrupt him.
I knew this kind of guy could never have anything serious with me, but I wasn’t looking for anything serious, or I hadn’t been. So, it was strange to me that the thought even crossed my mind. Either way, I put on my false sense of confidence and stepped right into the role I knew how to play, the slut. Because that’s exactly what I was, a selective slut, yes—you had to be hot with a big dick, but I’d sleep with you if you had those qualities, no other prerequisites were required. With that said, my only objective became finding out if this, cute, anxious, doe-eyed piece of perfection was packing an anaconda in those designer jeans. The only problem was, I didn’t know how to start off the conversation—not with this guy.
How do I talk to him? I can’t be like I am with frat guys. He’d probably be disgusted by me. I mean—
“Hey,” he said, dragging his hand from the nape of his neck through his raven-colored, untidy locks that had the most perfect curls at the ends and keeping those beautiful brown eyes arrowed at the pavement. He sniffed the air and let his eyes dart over at me for a second only then he lowered them back to the ground, “Uh... is your name McKinzi?”
“Oh
,” I said. Damn, he’s already heard about me. “Uh—yeah?”
He smiled. “I—”
“Why?” my response was cold.
“I just...” His smile disappeared quickly as he lowered his eyes. He scratched his head, clutching his jaw as he shifted his eyes away from me. “I mean—your name’s on your books.”
Oh, right. I closed my eyes and took a breath, shaking off my insecurity.
“I—I thought—”
“Uh... C-could I—could I walk you to class or something?” He turned to me with a half-smile and kind eyes, though he couldn’t keep them on me. Still with the tiniest tinge of nervousness wavering in his voice, he said, “I could make sure you don’t face plant-again.” His mouth curved into a shy smile. His soft and anxious tone, making my heart skip a beat as his eyes almost immediately dashed in another direction.
Aw, he’s cute. I can’t wait to corrupt him. Get some of that nervousness out of his tone.
“Sure. You’re already carrying my books. Why don’t you walk me back to my apartment after class too?”
His arm dropped beside him and his eyes widened on me, his lips parted, and a dumbfounded look smeared across his face.
“A—y-yeah.” He smiled, more confident now.
“What’s your name?” I tilted my head to the right and batted my lashes at him.
“C—Carson Moon.”
“McKinzi Todd.”
Chapter 2 Doubt It
I had never invited a guy home after class before. Ordinarily, the best part of my day—outside of having sex—was coming home from school, and freeing myself from the confines of clothes. Walking around in my underwear was pretty much how most days went. I didn’t want to scare him—right away, so I’d have to at least keep my clothes on the first twenty or thirty minutes. I’d even try to get some butt ass naked time to myself before roommate Kira got home. Kira was probably the only person at the time who I felt comfortable being myself around.
First, I thought we were friends because she was my roommate and she found out my parents were paying for the university housing apartment. Then when she learned of my exploits, even though she cautioned me against a few and called me a few sluts and whores, whenever I asked her to be a lookout or come with me to do something, she was always there—sometimes completely against the idea, and vocally bashing it, but she was there. She was genuine.
When I opened the door to our tiny campus apartment and walked in, Carson Moon stepped in behind me, his denim bookbag over his shoulder. He made his way to the center of the apartment where you could see just about everything except mine and Kira’s bedroom.
“I’ve never been in any campus housing. I live in the dorm He smiled, innocently at me.
I laid my books on the light wooden countertop next to the fridge in the kitchen.
“Yeah, it’s nice, if tiny bungalows from the late fifties are your thing.” I smiled, sliding off my flats and pushing them to the side of the door as I closed it. “How old are you?” I asked, swaying past him and over to the clumpy brown sofa in the living room that was less than ten feet away. Before I made it to the sofa, I pulled out my phone and set it on the end table that separated the bulky matching chair and the couch.
“Oh,” he said, following me. I made sure to ease down on the sofa, poking my ass out so he could get a good look at it. He didn’t take his eyes off of me. In fact, as he was sitting, he stopped in mid-air to stare with parted lips. “Uh....” He shook his head and finally sat down, moistening his dry lips. He glanced out of the window, jaw tense as he slowly brought his eyes toward me. as he darted I smiled, his cheeks were so red. “Uh—w-what did you say?”
I giggled naughtily to myself.
“How old are you? What year are you?”
“Right.” He nodded, gazing at me hypnotically. “I’m, I’m twenty-two. I’m a senior. This is my second to last semester.”
“Same. Except, I’m probably a little older than you. I’ll be twenty-three in a few months.”
He let out a breath of anxious air as he nodded. “Cool.” He turned to face me, bending his leg across the seat of the sofa and throwing his arm over the top of it. “So, what are you going to school for? Or what’s your major?”
“Elementary education.”
“You want to be a teacher?”
“I do.” I nodded.
“Why?”
“Why?” I squinted my eyes. Why do I want to be a teacher? “I never actually thought about it. Hmm.” I paused staring thoughtfully into the living room floor, studying the complex curves and waves of the shiny woodgrain. “I guess because I like that they’re innocent.” Kind of like you. “Transparent. They like what they like and don’t like what they don’t. It’s simple. I’d never teach high school or be a college professor because by that time people are assholes.” I giggled. “What about you?”
“Digital Humanities.”
“What?” I frowned, contorting my face.
“Uh—liberal arts.”
“Oh.”
“It seems like an area that might be barren, but it’s not. It’s actually the basis of a lot of careers. Since I don’t really know what I want to do right now, it was the best choice. There’s no way my parents would let me get away with not choosing a degree. This way, when I figure it out—which I’ll have to do soon—at least I know I could be anything I wanted to; teacher, writer, counselor, lawyer, genealogist, even an FBI agent.” He smirked.
“That’s smart then,” I said, lowering my eyes and shimmying my shoulders slowly, to ignite a mood change. I sighed, sitting up straight. “So you don’t know what you want to do after you graduate?”
“Not really.” He stared at me tensely, moving his arm and leg downward. He faced forward as he turned around completely and planted both feet on the floor. His eyes slowly leaned toward me, “So...” he gulped. “You seem cool.” He lowered his eyes to his lap, “What do you like to do for fun?”
I know he’s not expecting me to answer with something dirty. Poor guy, he doesn’t know what he got himself into. I ignored my nerves, and my hairs raising on the back of my neck, even the little flutter in my stomach. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t want to say it. I wanted to be okay with just sitting and chatting, but I couldn’t.
“I like to have sex,” I said, staring him down without one move other than batting my lashes flirtatiously. My heart wasn’t pounding anymore. I was fine. I had revealed my true nature, so there was nothing to fear.
“O—oh,” he said in a shaky, high-pitched, reedy voice as he scratched the back of his head and snatched his eyes from me burrowing them intensely on the floor. My eyes lingered on his tense muscles as they contract as he moves, uncomfortably.
I knew he couldn’t handle someone like me.
I cracked a smile. “Heh. I know I was a little flustered when you found me face down in the pavement, but I’m not going to lie to you or try and pretend I’m some innocent absent-minded girl. Not a damsel in distress. I am who I am. I don’t have any friends—well, except Kira, who I haven’t slept with. So, do with that information what you will.”
“I—It’s not like I’m a virgin.” He glanced sharply at me and then turned his head to face in the other direction.
Then why are you blushing? Why is your voice so shaky?
His eyes were wide as he stared in the opposite direction of me, his face slowly angling back toward me. His expression softened into a thoughtful stare. “I wouldn’t want you to pretend anyway,” he said, in a soft, soothing voice with his head hung low.
That put me off a bit.
“I was just telling you. I didn’t bring you back to my place to shoot the breeze,” I said, crossing my legs and leaning forward on them, keeping my jitters at bay. “You seem a little nervous. If you want to go, you can. If you turn any redder, you’ll burst into flames.”
“Y—You just caught me off guard.”
“Why?” I asked, a condescending chuckle leading my words. “Tsk, I
didn’t mean to stain your innocent ears.”
“I may look innocent,” he said, batting his lashes once as he gazed in a different direction. He closed his eyes and when he opened his eyes, they were staring piercing at me. It was as if he had changed in the blink of an eye. “But I’m not,” he said, hauntingly.
The way his words forced themselves into me caused my eyes to bat uncontrollably and my lips tighten. The innocence was still there, but there was something else I couldn’t quite put my fingers on. All I knew was that he not only gave me tingles in the pit of my belly, but he also sent chills down my spine. That voice of his, how penetrating.
It took a few moments, but I let those feelings pass, ever steadfast, I remained unphased, keeping my demeanor as sexy as possible.
“You do look innocent.” I smiled, devilishly, leaning, slowly, snakelike toward him. “And I can’t wait to corrupt you,” I whispered.
An arrogant smile crept upon his lips. “Heh. I might corrupt you first.”
I wasn’t expecting that. I was expecting him to blush and turn away from me, stumble over his words. But his eyes burrowed into me. Those pouty lips, those big brown eyes, that pale exterior that looked like soft, crisp, lovely clouds, like he might fade away if I touched him, he was more than beautiful. And he had focused all of himself right on me. Inside I trembled, outside I was as cool and confident as he.
His lips parted and he cocked his head to left. That smile. That fucking smile. It was perfect. At that very moment all I wanted was to have him, have him all, do any and everything he wanted. I wanted him to want... me. And for the smallest second, in his eyes I could almost see it. Desire. But who was I kidding? All he’d ever want from me was sex.
“Doubt it,” I challenged him.
Chapter 3: If You Say So
I couldn’t keep my composure; my knees started to shake. Even though I confronted him, he didn’t back down. He didn’t avert his eyes. It was almost as if he had challenged me and the ground on which I had built my sexy stance, was crumbling beneath me. My next move was to see his appendage, but I was stifled in my movements and I didn’t know what to say, how to transition into that. I feared that if I opened my mouth only desperate moans would escape.