Olivia
I followed Owen out the front door of his big beautiful home and hopped in his luxurious car. I felt a slight stab of envy at his success. I wanted that life for myself so badly. I didn't want to be a victim anymore. I ground my teeth and vowed to myself at that moment that I would get my shit together and achieve my own form of success.
"What is it, baby?"
I shook my head and smiled at him, he beamed back at me. There would be a time and place to have a discussion about me possibly going back to college and such.
It was a beautiful day and I wanted to spend some time outside. I rolled down my window as we reached the freeway and played airplane with my hand. The pressure of the wind pushed into my palm and I sliced and glided with my fingers. What it would feel like to be a bird.
We pulled into the long driveway of West House after a few minutes and I jumped out excitedly, happy to be somewhere I called home. But where was my real home? That was part of my vow to myself, that I would settle down somewhere I could permanently call home. I dashed up the rest of the drive and threw myself into Kat's waiting arms. My back screamed at me, resisting the effort of my hug. I ignored it.
She laughed, saying, "You weigh a ton, get off." I didn't weigh that much and I was so happy to see her, I could hardly contain myself. I had gone months seeing Kat every day, so it felt like it had been forever since I'd seen her last. I didn't leave on good terms either.
"I'm sorry, Kat," I whispered into her hair that smelled of strawberries.
I climbed off her and straightened out the long shirt Owen had let me borrow. She lifted a brow and looked at Owen, her brow arching even higher on her forehead.
"Are you smiling, Owen? What has this little vixen done to you, huh?"
"And you're complaining still?" Owen said, chuckling.
"No, no. I won't question it, I'm just amused is all."
"We didn't do anything, by the way. I found her at a bar a half hour away and ended up taking her to the hospital, hence the stitches in her cheek. Brought her back to my place and we had that discussion we've been so desperately needing to have. It brought some... things to light." He swept the back of his hand across his mouth and looked anywhere but at Kat. She was pursing her lips, stifling a laugh.
"I see," she finally said. "So, what things did that discussion you so desperately needed to have bring to light exactly?"
I perked up and raised my hand, as if in class. They both looked at me exasperatedly and I figured the spotlight was on me. "So, we're going to do a sort of trial run, where I stay with Owen for a few weeks or months, or whatever we decide on. At the end of it, we reevaluate and go from there, basically. That's all of it in a nutshell." I didn't want to mention the bit about him telling me about his past, so I left that out.
"Well, thanks for keeping it short, but that's it?" Kat's eyebrow was raised again.
"Yes," Owen cut in and we both went silent.
That wasn't all of it, but he clearly wasn't ready to admit his feelings just yet. There were so many crinkles that still needed to be smoothed out, so to speak.
Kat looked at us both warily, then shrugged and turned, taking my hand in hers.
"Camilla is waiting inside for you," she let me know.
"Oh!" I exclaimed and ripped my hand from hers to run inside. I heard Kat and Owen both chuckle behind me.
I burst through the front doors and jumped up and down with excitement, Camilla mirroring my movements.
"Girl, where were you? What happened? Oh my gosh, your face! Tell me what happened now!"
I led her to my room, chatting on the way, telling her the entire story of what had ensued last night. She was silent, taking in my every word with wide eyes. I got to the part where Owen and I got physical and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. I motioned for her to hurry into my room and I looked down the hallway to make sure no one was outside my room listening.
"He ate my pussy like no one ever has, Camilla! Not to mention he spit in my mouth and I sucked his cock a little too," I admitted.
"No way!" she looked incredulous and I laughed. I was so glad I had someone I could call a friend. I had never really had that before. It was a good feeling. Everything seemed to be going so right at the moment. It was starting to scare me and I knew that could be a bad thing. I didn't want to ruin all the good things going for me. "So, are you guys like a thing now?"
"No, no, no. We're just taking it slow right now and discussing our dynamic rules."
"Ugh, rules? Why?"
"It's just a part of the lifestyle. Kink can go too far so fast. There
has
to be rules."
I finished packing a suitcase and turned to see Camilla looking down at her hands, sitting on my bed.
"What's the matter, girl?"
"Well, you're leaving aren't you?" she looked at my suitcase and frowned.
"Just for a few weeks or so, and I'll come back to visit whenever you want. You can come visit at Owen's as well."
She looked up with a hopeful glint in her eyes and a smile playing at her full lips. "Really?" She
smiled, flashing her pretty teeth.
"Of course, I'll text you later and we'll schedule something for this week. I've got to talk to the police tonight, I'm nervous as hell."
"What are you going to tell them?" she cocked her head and her kinky curls bounced this way and that.
"The truth, all of it," I told her.
I met Owen downstairs and he took my suitcase for me.
"I'll let you say your goodbyes and meet you in the car." He winked at me and I blushed.
"Look at you making Olivia blush!" Camilla teased.
Owen chuckled and walked through the front lobby, dissapearing. I turned and gave Camilla a big hug. I turned and Kat was waiting with arms wide open. I gave her another huge hug and kissed her on the cheek. Leanne tapped me on the shoulder and I spun to give her a hug as well. I wasn't as close with her, as I hadn't worked with her and talked with her enough. I was closer with Kat and Camilla, but I liked her all the same.
I met Owen in the car and looked off at the landscape covered in trees passing outside the window. Owen looked at me and I knew he wanted to ask what was wrong, but I appreciated that he didn't. I hated goodbyes, even though I knew I'd see them at work and I'd visit lots. I just hated the whole thing either way.
We pulled into his driveway eventually and Owen told me to sit tight. He walked around the car and opened my side for me, holding out his hand.
"Aw, what a gentleman."
"I try." He winked at me again and I melted inside. I would never get used to how hot he was to me. He wasn't super handsome, but he had a ruggedness to him that I adored. His beard had grown out since I'd met him and I liked the way it tickled in between my legs. He had dark hair and dark eyes that pierced into mine as if they were icey blue. His nose wasn't perfectly straight and it was a bit too large and his teeth weren't absolutely perfect, just a couple at the bottom a bit crooked, but somehow it added to his charm.
I followed him into the house and plopped down on the couch. Owen went into the kitchen for a few minutes while I switched on the TV. It was still on Owen's porn playlist and I quickly clicked out of it, not wanting him to see. But it spurred a thought and I couldn't get rid of it. When Owen reappeared into the living room, I had to ask.
"Why do you watch the kind of porn you watch?"
"That's an odd question," he mused.
"Well, it's about love and romance and all that. The beginning of most of them is rough play, which I get. But the romance part? I'm confused."
"What is there to be confused about?" he asked.
I didn't know how to word what I wanted to say. "It's just that you're...well, you know...not the love type I thought."
"What makes you think that? My demeanor?"
"Well, sure. That and you've never been married or anything. I mean there's Rachel, but even then you didn't marry her. Do you secretly wish to be married?"
"I wouldn't say it's a secret, Olivia." he sighed. I definitely was touching on a sore spot. "I want love and marriage just like anyone else does, I've just never found it. Rachel was worth being loved, but she wasn't the marrying type. I thought I'd be with her for life, so I gave up all that years ago. Do I still dream about it? Of course I do. What about you?"
I was taken aback, I didn't think he'd hit me back with the same question. "I, um - I'm not sure. I've dreamt about a white wedding since I was a little girl and would make little rings and imagine I'd been proposed to," I blurted and turned red.
He chuckled, "That's sweet." He looked down, a flash of sadness he didn't want me to see masked his features.
"You're worried you won't be able to provide that for me, aren't you?" I asked sadly.
"Are you a mind reader?" His head whipped up and he tried to force a smile, but I knew he was angry.