Chapter 5
Dandy
Keeping him tied up was never my intention.
Freedom and his fun-loving attitude were two of the things that made Nick so great. I’d always loved his viral-like enthusiasm. He could walk into a room and make everyone feel better the moment he arrived. Breaking his wings would be like stripping a part of him away.
Yet, I couldn’t bear to see him with another woman. That would never do. Maybe that’s why he felt I was overbearing, because I suffocated him out of fear that he might find another young hot blonde to take my place. It happened all the time at the frat house. Drunk guys banged horny skanks. Nick drank sometimes and those skanks were always scattered throughout the house like cockroaches in a trailer park candy store. I needed to safeguard my man at all times. It seemed sex was the best way to do that.
Sadly, I think sex was the glue that held us together. If we argued or if one of us had a bad day, we’d fuck away those frustrations and all that worry. If jealousy reared its ugly head, I’d ride him until I was sure I had his undivided attention. It had been like that since our first time together.
And our first time was perfect. He was so cute and so caring. We’d driven down to Myrtle Beach. Neither of us had been there before and we were both excited to check out the boardwalk and ride the Ferris wheel and do all the fun touristy stuff. We stayed at a small rental place one of his frat brothers owned. One other couple was there too, but they never seemed to leave the bedroom so it was like we had the place to ourselves.
We were sitting on the beach when he brought it up.
“I don’t think I’ve ever cared this much for someone before,” he said.
Hearing him say that was probably up there with asking me to marry him. It was like he’d proposed. I was ecstatic. It confirmed his feelings for me and helped me realize I wasn’t only some chick he was trying to hook up with.
“Yes?” I said because no other words would formulate.
“I’m really bad with words,” he said. “I’m no poet like you. I can’t describe things in ways that will make you swoon and I can’t promise you things I don’t know will come true. All I can do is tell you that you’re everything I want. I want you.”
Oh, how badly I wanted to take him home to meet my folks. So I could prance him around town and show him off like some shiny new toy. It would be proof that I didn’t need that small-town bullshit. I didn’t need Caleb. I had Nick and he wanted me.
He didn’t need to say another word. He’d said enough, so I kissed him hard, and straddled him on the beach. We made out there on the sand with the tide nipping at our heels and the wind whipping my hair around. If there weren’t so many people around, I think I would have made love to him right then and there.
“Let’s go back to the house,” he suggested.
“Yes, let’s do that,” I agreed as I pulled my face away from his and stared down into his eyes with my hair covering us both.
“I really want you,” he said. “Do you understand what I’m saying? I don’t know if it’s your first time, and if it is, I promise I’ll go slow, but I need you, Dandy. I need to be inside you.”
I’ve never considered myself a vulgar girl. My thoughts are fairly tame most of the time, but at that moment, my pussy was so wet I thought I might soak through my panties and dampen his jeans. I’d wanted him since my days of staring at him in class and I’d always wondered why it was taking him so long to make that move. He thought I was a virgin. How cute.
That night, in that rental house, locked away in our bedroom, we stood at the center of the room. The lights were off but enough moonlight seeped in through the window to bathe us both in blue tint. His smoldering eyes locked on mine and I did my best to give him my sexiest look.
He needed to see me for the woman I was, not the flirtatious schoolgirl I’d been. So, I pulled my sundress over my head and let it fall to the floor. Then I removed my bra and panties and let them both drop.
My tits aren’t huge. My ass is my better asset, but I could see that his cock was already hard from the way it pressed against his zipper. His eyes took me in, starting at my face and making their way down until they settled on my pussy. If I’d had the experience then that I have now, I would have trimmed myself better. I wasn’t bushy, but not as pretty as I began to keep myself later in our relationship. It didn’t matter to him. He wanted me. Yet, he still didn’t move.
So, I approached him and pulled off his t-shirt. His chest and arms were tight, not bulging with muscle, but solid enough. I loved letting my hands play over them, so I did that for a while, until I couldn’t resist anymore and I went for his zipper. Probably more eager than I’d planned it, but I unbuttoned him, unzipped him, and pulled his jeans down. He helped me by kicking out of them. I was on my knees when I went for his boxer briefs.
I’d never seen his cock before. Of course, I’d felt it when we were making out and stuff, but I’d never actually put my hand down his pants. When I pulled down on that elastic band and saw the base of his cock, my nerves went crazy and I thought I might piss myself. It wasn’t fear but more like concern that I might not be good enough.
What if he’s had better pussy than mine and he ditches me right after tonight? What if I lose it all after this? He might never want to see me again once he has me. It’s what frat boys do, right?
When I pulled down farther and finally released his cock, I found myself staring straight at it, admiring the smooth, thick, length of him. He’d kept himself well-groomed and once again I mentally kicked myself for not being better prepared. Pushing that thought aside, I focused on one thing…I wanted him inside me. There’d always been this hunger for him, this starvation I couldn’t soothe, and I knew that once I had his cock in me, it might fill that void. It might give me that part of him that I was missing.
On my knees, looking up at him, I realized he must have been expecting something special. If I stood up and kissed him again, he’d be disappointed. I was in the blowjob position and I needed to fulfill that duty since I’d been an idiot and dropped to my fucking knees to unveil a cock. Like I was some kind of gameshow host.
Look what we have here behind door number one, folks.
It didn’t matter. I didn’t mind taking him in my mouth. In fact, I kind of wanted to do it. Tasting him was part of the experience, but it seemed he didn’t want that. As soon as I opened my mouth and nibbled at his head, he gently stroked my forehead with his thumb.
“Babe,” he said. “No, not yet. We have time for that.”
It was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. He didn’t want our first time to be like something out of a porno. He wanted me tenderly and lovingly. And that’s exactly how he took me.
In bed, he lay me down on my back and kissed me, starting at my mouth and giving my entire body sweet tongue lashes. He never touched my pussy though. I wanted him to, but as he’d said before, we had time for that.
He was between my legs, had pinned my hands high above my head, and was kissing my neck when I said, “Make love to me.”
It seemed he’d been waiting for my permission, and now that I’d granted it, I opened my legs to give him easier access. The head of his cock entered me slowly, and I might as well have been a virgin for how badly it hurt. It had been too long since I’d had sex and when he pushed, not much happened. I was wet, but apparently that didn’t matter.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Go slow.”
He did. He was a perfect gentleman, working his way into me slowly, rolling his hips and pushing inch by inch until suddenly my pussy accepted him and he slid into me harder than he’d meant to.
“Ohhh…owww,” I said.
“I’m so sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be,” I replied as I heel-hooked his ass and pulled him deep into me again.
I loved the pain and I wanted to feel it some more. This was my man. This was my fucking man and I didn’t want to be the dainty girl anymore. I wanted him to fuck the shit out of me…and he did. With him, I experimented. Caleb had literally been a roll in the hay. Nick though…with Nick I tried things I’d only seen in movies. When he slowed down fucking me, we rolled over and I did the fucking. He touched me in places I’d never been touched and did things to me nobody else had done. I was his as much as he was mine.
Later that night, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. That was the first time I witnessed something strange. Through the small kitchen window, I saw flashlight beams out in the darkness. Behind the house was nothing but the backyard, and beyond that was a park with dense trees. Nobody should have been back there. When I went back into the bedroom, Nick was asleep, and the flashlight beam was shining over his sleeping body, illuminating his feet and then up to his chest before moving back down and settling on his cock.
“Nick!” I yelled.
He jumped up and as soon as he did, the flashlight beam was gone.
“There’s someone outside!” I said.
I’d yelled so loud even the other couple staying with us rushed to our room. By then, the peeping Tom was gone and nobody had seen it but me. Everyone thought it was weird, but after putting a blanket up to cover the window better, we went to sleep.
For the rest of our trip, we were fucking machines, and the creepy flashlight situation from the first night dripped from memory with the sweat of our sexual frenzy. Like our housemates, we didn’t leave the bedroom other than to eat. We spent two more days at that house and fucked in every position imaginable. I couldn’t get enough. Nick had me in the shower, on the floor, once in the kitchen, and a couple of times at night on the beach…we were animals for each other and I loved every second of it. I loved him.
He seemed to feel the same way about me for the next few weeks, but then things began to fall apart. At first, I thought I’d been right and he was losing interest after having sex with me, but it was something else. It was strange. He started to mention weird things. Some of it was stupid, like t-shirts of his that had gone missing, and he wondered if I’d borrowed them to sleep in. Of course, I hadn’t. I would have asked before doing something like that.
Then he mentioned finding a slip of paper with another guy’s phone number on the floor, right where my clothes had been the night before. So, he thought I was trying to talk to other guys. I didn’t even know anybody named Kevin. Then it got weirder.
It exploded one day when he called me and told me that he couldn’t handle my kind of crazy. When I asked what had happened, he said, “All kinds of sick shit, Dandy. But this is the last straw. How could you call my mother and say those things?”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about. I hadn’t called his mother. I didn’t even know his mother. We’d never met. I didn’t even have her phone number. When I told him that, he replied, “Stop playing games. She said a girl named Dandy called her. You called her and told her you were fucking her son and you were going to keep fucking him until you could bring her home a grandchild.”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” I yelled. “I would never…that’s…that’s awful, Nick. I would never do that!”
He didn’t want to hear it. He refused to take my phone calls after that. I visited him once and Paydirt was nice enough to let me in the house. He liked me and knew I was good for his roommate. He told me so himself. When I got up to Nick’s room, he would barely look at me.
“Just get your shit and go,” he told me.
“Why?” I asked. “Why are you treating me like this?”
I broke out in sobs and I’d told myself that I wouldn’t, but seeing him so upset with me tore my heart in two. This was the man I was in love with. He was the only reason I didn’t rush home and throw this life away, and now he wanted nothing to do with me, and I had no idea why.
“Look at this,” he said.
He pulled out two letters, both disgusting. One with fingernail clippings and one with bloody bird feathers. Neither of them were written by me but they were signed with my name.
“Are you saying I wrote these?” I asked.
It was absurd. Believe it or not, for a brief moment, I thought it was possible I had done it. I’ve seen enough movies about people with multiple personalities. As strange as everything else was, it seemed like that would have made just as much sense. But that wasn’t me!
“The phone call to my mom was insane!” he yelled. “It was fucking loony. And it all makes sense. That time I saw you pull my condom out of the trash can…”
“What?” I said. “I didn’t…”
But I did. I did pull his condom out of the trash can. I remembered that.
“I told you I accidentally pulled that out when I was looking for one of my class notes I accidentally threw away,” I said, doing my best to defend myself. “You think I was…what…collecting your sperm? I’m a fucking sperm harvester, Nick?”
The other part of that story was that I hadn’t really pulled it out by accident. It was more out of curiosity. When Nick comes it feels like he’s shooting a gallon out of his cock but when I saw the condom it looked almost empty. I lifted it up to see it and kind of giggled because it was like no more than a tablespoon. I thought it was adorable. Gross but adorable. He happened to open his eyes and see me staring at it and practically laughing.
“And your textbook,” he said. “I saw your psych textbook.”
“I haven’t even seen my psych textbook,” I said. “I lost it somewhere.”
“Well I saw it and it didn’t fucking disappear,” he said. “My name was spelled out in it. L…U…C…K…Y…over and over again, page by page, letters circled to spell out my name. That’s some sick stalker shit, Dandy. That’s serial killer shit.”
“I don’t even call you Lucky!” I yelled. “I’ve never called you that.”
That was enough. Rather than feeling sad, I was angry. I was mad and confused and hurt. I spit all kinds of curse words at him as I scooped up some of my clothes that were scattered around his room. Then I stormed out and slammed the door shouting, “Get over yourself, asshole!”
That was the last time I saw him until Natalia brought him to my room.