Loose Ends

Silence whispered along the walls of my dorm room, beckoning me to a peaceful slumber.

Events of the night before echoed like a blaring alarm in the back of my head. It sizzled like a fresh wound from a flame, etching a mark into my skin: a permanent reminder.

That night had been one of my most restless. The silence haunted me, evoking memories and images I'd thought long buried.

A sudden realization had shaken me to my core later that evening; I'd done it again. The heinous act I committed all those years ago, and the painful memories that accompanied it resurfaced in my mind, like a wound reopening.

Sunlight beamed down on the wildlife of the academy, causing it to glisten with a golden hue. Plants flourished underneath the light, and the scent of nature filled my lungs.

It was suffocating.

I hated it. All of it. The memories of that night, the fact that my lungs were tightening in my chest despite the fresh air, and most of all, I hated being awake.

Each moment I stood with my eyes open was another painful memories the universe would rekindle in my mind. It was enough to make a man crazy.

I shook my head slowly, twisting my lips into the best imitation of a smile. A hand slid underneath my shirt and drew out a slender silver chain hung around my neck.

So much power... yet still so alone. My smile turned bitter, and I regretted ever opening my eyes.

I held the chain in my hand, admiring the small ring that hung from it. A shudder wracked my chest as the night played again in mind, so clear, the memories so vivid.

The little circlet on the ring was not exquisite in any way; it likely had been worn down throughout the ages, and had sold for a few dollars when I first procured it. But to me, it was priceless. My thumb traced the sole lapis stone set in the ring.

I set the chain securely into my pocket, sucked in a heavy breath, and left the dorm.

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The morning hadn't started as I'd hoped, in no little part to the fact that the events of the night before still haunted my thoughts.

It was foolish what I'd done; dragging Brittany to that hole and having my way with her. It was even more stupid leaving her there. In my lustful stupor, I'd failed to do my due diligence before leaving.

I doubted I left any incriminating evidence at the scene, but then again, I wasn't exactly in the greatest state of mind during that whole ordeal. It was better to be safe than sorry.

When I arrived at the alley, which was half an hour from the campus, Brittany had already left, but she'd neglected to remove her belongings from where she'd tossed them.

I glanced around, picking up and discarding of whatever I felt could point to my involvement; this included Brittany's panties, which laid mere feet away from where her body had been, and any other items I touched.

The area of the city was considered one of the mayor's greatest failures, as his campaign initiative was the cleaning and reestablishment of the buildings it once housed.

Oldtown, as it was infamed, was the largest Underbelly the city had, and the greatest stain on its supposed 'sparkling' image. Once a hub of histories, and a mash of diverse cultures, Oldtown was now home to abandoned builings, crime at every corner, and locals terrified to leave their homes.

Morningstar, one of the city's only nightlife attraction, was built in Oldtown, for reasons nobody knows. Some believe it's because the area is a crimehaven, and law enforcement hasn't stepped foot there in years. Others believe the location is perfect to cover up Morningstar's illegal **** trade.

Case in point, Oldtown wasn't the safest area to be in. Thugs and low-level crooks roamed this area like a hive, claiming it as a den of crime and debauchery.

"Finish my task and get out..." I muttered reassuringly, mentally fighting the urge to glance over my shoulder for a threat.

I had no logical reason to fear being in Oldtown. Countless lights were floating above my head, each at my beck and call. Still I was only human, as of now anyway, and fear was one of the mind's most powerful feeling.

My shoulders tensed with exertion as I tugged Brittany's bag over my shoulder. Guessing from the amount of discarded items around, Brittany had been too dazed when she'd woken to gather her things.

"Whew..." I breathed out in exhaustion, clutching my knees as I panned the transformed space.

It looked less like a crime scene now, but the stench of sex and semen lingered in the air. But it was likely that stench was native to this area; prostitutes hanged around every corner, and **** was likely a recurring problem in such a lawless part of the city.

A pleased smile crawled up my face. My chest heaved as I stood upright, wiping dust residue from my clothes.

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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sounds of sensual lovemaking heightened with every thrust, and her moans bounced off the walls, sounding in my ears like the perfect pitch in a song.

I gripped her waist, tightly enough to make my knuckles white, and hammered into her, the roundness of her asscheeks pressing against my groan for only a moment before I pulled back and repeated the motion.

Heather's moans echoed, no doubt reaching the sexually frustrated dork next door to my dorm. I could almost imagine it; his face, flushed with embarrassment and arousal, as he imagined me fucking the hottest cheerleader in the school.

I moaned through gritted teeth, pulling and thrusting as Heather's cunt flexed and wrapped around my cock. She was tighter than usual, and I'd been more vigorous today than usual.

This was perfect. The perfect life, a perfect gifriend, and a position at the top of the echelons of popularity and fame.

"Fuck... me..." Heather's voice was low as she begged. Her eyes glimmered with hunger as she craned her neck. Something about it made me want to devour her... to fuck her and let the entire campus hear.

Her full breasts bounced in all directions. I reached a hand to grab it, but it evaded my touch with another sway in the opposite side. "You're so tight today," I told her, releasing her waist and groping her swaying ass. My finger sunk down into her full ass. She was perfect, I reminded myself, refraining from tossing her on her back and kissing her.

I'd tried it when she barged into my room and demanded we fucked, but she'd declined, saying she only wanted to be pounded.

"Shut up and fuck me." She ordered, not letting up. I was always up for a challenge, more so if it included pussy, but even I was getting worn out.

"We've been going at it for an hour, babe," I slowed down my thrusts to catch my breath. Heather hissed, but I was too tired to care.

Heather had always had a large sexual appetite, but it'd been almost insatiable in the past few days. And while I wasn't complaining, I also didn't have the stamina of an Olympic athlete. I was nearing my limits.

Heather let out a low, but deeply frustrated huff before pushing me away and hopping off the bed.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?" I asked, puzzled, as she shrugged back into her cheerleading uniform.

"I'm going back to practice." She retorted brusquely, not sparing me another glance before leaving the room.

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What just happened?