Night Night

"Night boys," Rachel calls out as, arm in arm, we turn away and head in the opposite direction.

I don't look back. It's easier that way. I don't have to watch them stammering, frustrated, as we leave them all by themselves.

"Oh don't look so down in the dumps about it," Rachel whispers at me, "I mean you've got me for the night."

I smile, blushing a little, "Good company."

"Damn right," she says, "And if the boys are going to complain about having to find their own way home, well they can just go ahead and deal with it. It's not like we didn't give them one hell of a night. Right?"

"Right," I nod, "A night to remember."

For all of us. Truly. It was something I would never forget and even if it was winding down now I couldn't deny that there was still a thrumming thrill of excitement running through my veins. This had been one hell of an evening.

"So you've gotta lead," Rachel says, letting me tug her a little in the right direction, "And thank you, by the way, for not making me go back to my dorm for the night. If I had to fall asleep tonight to the sounds of my roommate pining for her long distance boyfriend I swear I might have lost it."

"Don't mention it," I shrug, "You're doing me a favor too. I don't know if I was really in the mood to sleep alone tonight."

We turn right, the edge of campus looming ahead. The buildings of it behind us and a few open fields then houses on the other end of them. Maybe five minutes walk and we'll be home.

"But you wouldn't be," Rachel says, her heels clicking on the pavement beside me, "You're really never alone, right?"

I don't understand what it is that she's saying, but I don't know how exactly to say that I don't. Rachel intimidates me at times and I am too often content to just nod and go along with what she's saying.

So I am content to drop it, but Rachel pushes me once more.

"Right?" she insists.

"I don't..." I stammer, "I don't know what you mean..."

She laughs and I blush as I am left out of a joke that I don't understand. Rachel, though, seems to realize as she leans in a little conspiratorially towards me.

"Your landlord, sweetheart," she says, "I only talked about him with you the once I think but I could read between the lines. Hot older man. Sugar daddy. You're never alone when you're under a roof with him, so you could always invite him in if your bed gets cold."

That doesn't help my blush. It only deepens to a crimson as I remember Lucas who had been so present in my mind this morning only to slip away as the day got further and further carried away.

Last night he'd met me in the kitchen, had made me cum so goddamn hard and I had been so ready and so willing. Doing things with him that felt so natural to me. Calling him things. Begging him too...

Oh it could have been different if he hadn't been a gentleman. If Lucas had decided that the lovely young virgin in front of him was tender and sweet enough to pluck.

And of course the promise of more. The pact and the deal that we'd made. How long did he give me? He said I had to wait, to sleep on the choice. But he would wait for me and if I wanted.

I could have him.

He could have me.

We could have so much fun.

"Yeah," I say, idly, my voice a little huskier now as the heat lingering from a night out mingles with the thought of what my landlord could do to me, "I suppose you're right."

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