Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
The older man frowns, his expression creasing with concern. “Is something wrong, honey? Aside from you missing me, I mean, because we’ll see each other this weekend. Is it school? Are your classes starting to get a little tougher?”
“It’s not the classes,” I groan, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands. After a few moments of silence, I look at him again, swallowing thickly before murmuring, “It’s something else.”
“What is it?” he asks in a soothing tone, blue eyes concerned. “You know you can tell me anything, sweetheart.”
I nod and swallow hesitantly, but then decide to go for it.
“Well, I told my suitemates about us getting together over the break.”
Brody goes still with shock, his eyebrows beetling with disapproval.
“What? Why? What did you say exactly?” he demands, leaning forward into the camera.
Tears blur my vision before I can do anything to stop them, and I shrug weakly, sniffling.
“It just happened! Katrina and Morgan were bragging about their conquests over winter break and trust me, these girls are bad. It was like a game of one-upmanship too, and when they first asked me about my vacation, I told them nothing. But then they started being really mean.”
Brody looks positively furious now.
“What did they do?” he asks in a low voice.
I sigh.
“They started saying that I was a virgin and they were being super condescending and making it seem like I couldn’t possibly find anyone that would want to have sex with me, so I just—well, I told them that I did actually have sex, with Santa Claus, in a department store,” I explain quickly. “I’m sorry, Brody. I didn’t mention anything else! Don’t be mad at me, okay?”
He’s still for a moment.
“Yes, but did you tell them that Santa is your ex-stepfather?”
“No, I don’t think so. But I have mentioned that you’re a photographer in the past, so maybe they put two and two together. I don’t know. Are you mad?”
He sighs.
“No, I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. Sometimes, I just forget that you’re so young and there’s peer pressure, that’s all. Sometimes I forget what being a kid is like—”
“Oh, don’t say that,” I huff. “I’m not that young. I’m obviously old enough for you to sleep with, so don’t young me—”
“I know,” Brody says, cutting me off. “I totally get it because your body is phenomenal, Cleo, and you are very much a woman in that aspect, at least. But there’s no sense in telling people about what’s going on between us right now. It’s a sticky situation and some folks wouldn’t understand.”
I nod, sniffling again and quickly wiping away a tear. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Brody sighs again.
“There’s no need to apologize, sweetheart. What’s done is done.”
But I let out another sniffle.
“No, it’s not just that either,” my voice trembles, hardly more than a whisper. “It gets worse because I think that Katrina and Morgan are stealing from me too.”
Brody’s handsome brow contorts as he sends me a confused look. “Are you serious? How so?”
“Well,” I let out a shaky breath, talking slow as I try to keep myself calm. “At first, I thought that it was just my imagination. Food that was mine was disappearing and I knew that I hadn’t eaten it. Like, for example, some hummus that I keep in our joint mini-fridge vanished, and even some of my favorite yogurt! But I figured that I was just being forgetful and that maybe I’d eaten all that stuff and just didn’t remember.”
“But now you don’t think so?” Brody asks.
I shake my head. “No, because it’s gotten worse. Now, it’s not just food, it’s physical things too. My pink robe has disappeared and some of my toiletries and make-up too. It’s pretty crazy because both girls are from rich families, so why would they even want my stuff?”
Brody frowns.
“But how were they able to get your robe and cosmetics?”
I shrug.
“Because we share a bathroom. We share a fridge too, and a teeny-tiny kitchen area. Otherwise, everything else is in my room.”
“Good,” Brody growls, shaking his head. “I’m sorry this is happening, Cleo. Just make sure to keep everything under lock and key from now on if you can.”
“I will,” I sigh, feeling a little hopeless. “I just hope the thievery stops before it becomes something serious.”
“Don’t worry,” Brody says in a calm voice. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. But in the meantime, are you still up for meeting this weekend? I’ve missed you honey,” he says in a silky tone.
Immediately, I feel better and perk up a bit. A naughty smile forms on my lips and with clever fingers, I unbutton my blouse, revealing my huge breasts, the pink nipples already hard.
“I’m so ready,” I breathe. “In fact, Daddy, I’ve been practicing a new move for you. Do you want to see?” Without waiting, I lift one of my big tits up to lick the nipple before suckling it, watching Brody as I do. His mouth hangs open, and soon, his arm is moving rhythmically off screen. But Brody does me one better. He pushes his camera back so that he’s in full view, and slowly unties his towel to show me his massive member. It’s huge, leaking from the tip, and the come shoot at the bottom is already beginning to pulse.