Fu**ed And Watched#7
1100 Words
Kathy's Pov(f****d And watched)
The semester finally ended, and I thought things would get easier. They didn’t.
I had seen Mr. Cole two more times after that first wild night in his b**m room. Each time was supposed to be the last. Each time I told myself I was done, that I couldn’t keep doing this to Amelia, that it was too risky and too wrong. But every single time he texted me, I went running back like a stupid, horny girl who couldn’t control herself. He f****d me so good — tied up, toys, machines, the whole nasty works — that I couldn’t seem to stop. My p***y still ached thinking about it.
Now I was back home with my parents for the break. They weren’t around when I first got in, so I had the big house to myself for a couple of days. When they finally came back, they sat me down in the living room like they always did, asking a million questions about the semester.
“So, how was it, sweetheart?” Mom asked, smiling brightly while Dad poured himself a drink. “You’re not the socializing type, so tell us everything. Any fun stories?”
I forced a big smile. “It was fine. Really great, actually. I think this was my best semester ever.”
Mom leaned forward, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Anything exciting happen? Any new experiences you want to share?”
I almost laughed out loud. *Yeah, Mom, I got gangbanged by three guys in front of a crowd and then let my best friend’s dad tie me up and destroy me with s*x machines until I cried from cumming.* Instead I just shrugged and said, “Nah, nothing special. Just normal college stuff, classes, studying, you know.”
Dad nodded approvingly. “Good. Keep focusing on your studies. Only one more semester and you’ll graduate. We’re proud of you.”
I smiled again, but inside I felt terrible. They had no idea what their “perfect” daughter had been doing. They didn’t know I’d been f****d by three c***s at once while people watched. They didn’t know I was sneaking around letting an older man use me like a fucktoy. And the worst part? Even while sitting there with them, part of me was still horny thinking about it.
Days passed slowly at home. Amelia still wasn’t talking to me properly, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit. There were so many little things I wanted to tell her — funny memes, stupid stories from the break, how much I missed our late-night talks. Every time something happened I’d reach for my phone to text her, then remember we were fighting and put it down. It sucked.
After almost a week of that silence, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to go see her and try to fix things for real. I didn’t want to run into Mr. Cole though. I needed to cut that off completely. It was too dangerous.
I texted her: “Hey… can we talk? I really miss you. Can I come over? Are you around?”
I stared at the screen, expecting her to leave me on read again. But a few minutes later she replied: “Yeah, I’m around.”
My heart jumped. I quickly typed back: “Is your dad home?”
“No, he’s not around,” she answered.
Relief washed over me. Good. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover what it would be like seeing him after I’d sucked his d**k and let him wreck my p***y with machines.
I got ready. I wore a cute outfit, light makeup, nothing too sexy. I told my mom I was going to hang out with a friend (I didn’t say Amelia’s name because Mom had never liked our friendship and I didn’t have the energy for that conversation today). Then I drove over to Amelia’s house.
Their place was huge, big gates, fancy driveway, the whole rich-kid setup. Amelia opened the door when I knocked. We stood there awkwardly for a second before I spoke.
“I’m really sorry,” I said, voice soft. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re my best friend and I hate how things have been.”
We ended up talking for a long time on her couch. I told her how much I missed her, how the silence was killing me. She listened, then finally sighed and said, “You know what? I’ve been stupid too. I realized that not everything I want in life is going to happen. Even if we tried to be more than friends, we’d probably fight one day and lose each other completely. I don’t want that. I want to keep our friendship.”
I felt tears prick my eyes. We hugged tight, both of us laughing a little because it felt so good to finally make up.
After that, things felt lighter. We decided to watch a movie, then played tennis in their backyard for a while. I knew Mr. Cole wasn’t home, but stupid me kept glancing at the door anyway, half hoping and half dreading he’d walk in. I really was an i***t sometimes.
Amelia asked if I could sleep over. I said yes right away. I texted my mom that I was staying at a friend’s house. She replied “Okay, have fun” without asking too many questions.
That night we stayed up late talking and laughing like old times. Amelia told me about this boy she really liked now. “He’s cute, but his d**k is so small,” she whispered, giggling. “He can’t even f**k properly. I’m so frustrated.”
We both burst out laughing and spent the next hour making jokes about tiny d***s and bad s*x. It felt normal again. Good.
Eventually we went to bed after drinking too much. Amelia fell asleep fast on her side of the big guest bed. She was so deep asleep, I didn’t drink much because I’m not a fan of Alcohol. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, still thinking about everything.
Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around, half asleep, and almost screamed.
A huge figure was leaning over me in the dark. From my angle he looked massive and scary. My mouth opened to yell —
A strong hand clamped gently but firmly over my mouth.
“Shh,” the person whispered.
That’s when I saw his face clearly in the moonlight coming through the window.
It was Mr. Cole.
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