Claires Desperate Idea Pt 03

Hello again!

So Part 2 is a flop. Someone kindly suggested that my stories weren't quite long enough for the plot driven people, so the future installments will be longer. I do plan to edit all the parts together once I'm done.

This is the first steamy installment, what with the letter. Also, there will be a lot of drama and one scene that may trigger some. It will be marked like so: &...&. If you want to skip, do so. Basically Claire is attacked by a stalker, and it might seem very condensed but it will make sense later.

May you find this pleasing, and if not, leave helpful commentary as opposed to insults. As always, adults only, all fiction, and don't steal my work lest you be cursed!

Best,

Bea

*****

Fred, his eyes flashing like a summer storm, began to read the letter again. He couldn't get over the combination of desire and confusion. He felt wrong for not ripping it up and throwing it away, but he wanted to act every word with the mysterious author.

No. He had to talk with Kat in an hour and honestly break it off first. She was in town now, hanging around with friends. In the meantime, thinking about this would be breaking his word. And what of Claire? While he was sure now that she couldn't love him after what he'd put her through, he was going to keep her place in his heart untouched.

He couldn't control himself around this piece of paper. Someone knew the swamp that was there, and the phrasing...felt familiar. Fred couldn't connect it to anyone. It was all typed, so handwriting couldn't be a clue.

He'd control himself. Be clinical and hurt for any hints. Taking a shaky breath, he started over.

***

You know me and you don't. I've thought of you for a long time, longer that the tales we'd spin together. I denied it, but I know I love you. Not just love, but need. Someone like me needs a rock to cling to.

I've dreamed when I was lonely and straying from my set path about you. On more innocent nights you simply hold me close and kiss my lips and neck as you softly stroke my hair while whispering that I am loved, I am beautiful...and sometimes that's enough.

On other nights, I am on my own, unthinking, unknowing...asleep. You come to me, kiss me sweetly to wake me up. I reach up to touch you, only for you to grab my hands and pin them to the bed as you pull my robe away leaving me naked. I shiver with worry and need as your eyes flare. Our eyes lock, and as the seconds pass, you become stronger and I weaker. My breasts heave and I feel a second heartbreak in my pussy.

"Do you want this?" I can't think. I'm wet and quaking.

"I said do. You. Want. This." The meaning of those words washes over me like a wave. I feel passionate and loved and oh so aroused.

"Yes sir," I whisper softly.

You release my hands and snatch me up, kissing me so deeply. All I can do is cling on for dear life.

He stopped reading. He'd do so later. Right now he was too confused and emotional to get anything clear. He just knew something was familiar about how it was written. He ignored that he'd been saying that for a while.

***

Claire has a big problem. That problem came in the form of the eternally disturbing Jake.

If it was only that he was rude in class discussion or openly stated 'pick up artist' ideas or sometimes looked at her like Gollum would look at his ring. No, the destined used car salesmen wasn't satisfied with mere creepiness.

He was stalking her now. At first it was simply that she'd find him inexplicably in her dorm's hallway or that he'd pass through the same section of the library. This grew to suspect accounts following all her social media and leaving drooling comments.

And now, he was overtly following her up to the mailboxes and to be honest, she was scared in spite of being surrounded by other people. She quickened her stride and said hello to Ms. Collins as she passed the desk.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

Fred was standing there, looking absolutely appetizing while sorting through his mail. Great. Now not only was she scared, but beet red.

"I'm fine," she bit out. Maybe she could steal the letter before he opened it. He was still hanging around with whatever her name was and ever since the dance at the end of last semester he seemed to have hated her.

"No, you're not. What's going on?"

There was something kind of demanding in his voice though it had the same kind lilt that she had heard a million times as a kid.

"I miss you." She hadn't meant to say it but it just fell out. He pulled her close in a hug and she melted against him.

"I have something to tell you, Clairy-cat," he whispered. Just then she saw Jake approach and pulled away.

"I have to go. I'll be late for class," she blurted as she rushed out the door.

Several hours later, Claire decided to go for a walk on one of the trails surrounding campus. It was getting dark but she would stay close and she'd been through all the trails a million times. The cold air washed her skin and the sound of sleepy birds made her feel a little more at peace.

&...&

"I thought I'd catch you, you slut." She spun around and pointed her pocket knife right into Jake's face.

"What the hell do you want?" She spat, attempting to look intimidating. She was terrified but he didn't need that satisfaction.

"You're sleeping around you whore!" He screamed. She slipped her left hand on her phone getting the emergency speed dial. He grabbed her wrist where she was still holding the knife and she aimed a kick at his junk.

"And what is it to you? You stalker!" She yelled back, only to shriek as she dropped her knife and he punched her. She kneed him, this time successfully, causing his grip to loosen a little and a yelp.

"I'll kill you you bitch!" She shrieked as they struggled for the knife. Her life was flashing and her facade was fading. A tear escaped even as she bit down on his hand to distract him and rolled over towards her weapon. He smashed her phone against a nearby rock, cutting off contact.

This was it. His hand went into his jacket and -

Suddenly he was on the ground with two campus security officers pinning him down. She guessed she was one of the lucky ones.

&...&

After being escorted to the school nurse and filing a report with the police officers who had arrived soon after, she crept to her favorite cafe with a friend to have a pity hit chocolate. They talked a while, but her mind was stunned and she wasn't really focusing. She jumped when a hand touched her shoulder.

"You should have told me."