The third part is here! Hope you like it! Thanks for all the kind comments and feedback on the previous two parts. You are all wonderful! As always, apologies for any errors.
I took into account the suggestion that the parts were too short but I've already written most of them. I'm only re-editing them as I get the time which honestly, isn't all that much, since the new semester has started at work. I will think of combining the remaining two or three to give you one large end part.
It's Krish's perspective again. This is one has some steamy stuff to keep you invested.
Chapter 8
The phrase "I wanted it." was ringing in my ears on my walk back home. Did Claire really mean it? I had acted like an infatuated teenager after she kissed me. Was I taking advantage of her vulnerability. She wasn't in the right headspace and I hadn't cared.
Did I regret the kiss? Not one bit. How could I regret something so purely given? She had initiated it. That didn't make it right though. Claire needed a friend. She needed comfort. Not someone looking to fill in where her previous boyfriend had failed. Maybe being with me would be comforting?
What an idiotic idea!
Failed wasn't the right word for what the cunt had done to Claire. Brandon had broken Claire and her family. Left her to rot and betrayed her in the worst way possible. I hated the man more than I hated anyone or anything else. The hatred surprised me. I was never one for such strong emotions. Seems like I didn't know myself well enough.
I had strong emotions against Brandon. I had even stronger emotions for Claire. For Brandon, there was contempt, rage, hatred. For Claire there was concern, kindness and an altogether unfamiliar attraction.
My 'Hare Krishna' parents had always taught me love and acceptance. I wasn't a pacifist like they were though. I had been bullied too often to be one. Sam had gotten me and Neil into kickboxing in school after saving us a million times. I could handle myself in a fight even though I tried my best to avoid them at all costs. Fighting happened when people weren't smart enough to use their words.
What I felt against Brandon was different. I wanted to physically harm him. I have never been one to initiate conflict. I didn't like it when people engaged in animalistic fights if they weren't getting paid to do it. Yet, Brandon brought out something in me that made me want to smash his head in. Was that such a bad thing?
My thoughts returned to Claire and her embrace as I let myself into my house. She had sought comfort in me. I wasn't going to refuse her. I still wanted her to sort out her feelings though. "It may be too soon but I don't give a fuck." were the words she'd used.
I didn't believe her. It was entirely too soon and I would die before hurting her. The thought of pursuing her was eating me up. Would she want that? I made a decision. There was no way I would push her to date me. I would only accept what was given. "Go with the flow." Hearing myself say it made me cringe.
Maybe she had always liked me. I had been too stupid and shy by not asking her out before Brandon. Maybe if I had, none of this would have happened. She would have been safe. My inaction had cost her, it seemed like. It had cost me too. It wasn't the right thing to think. It wasn't my fault, really but it sure felt like it was.
Resolving to take it slow, no matter the circumstances, I made it to my bedroom. I dropped myself onto my bed and gazed absentmindedly at the ceiling. What was happening? The woman of my dreams seemed to want me but the situation was so complicated, it made my head spin. Did I need all this chaos in my perfectly regimented life?
Yes. Yes I did. I needed the angel that was Claire Smith like I needed to breathe. Her life may be chaotic now, but that would change. She was a determined woman, and would shake this off sooner rather than later. She would certainly have all my help and support.
Was I in love with Claire? I had no idea. It was too soon to tell. It wouldn't be hard to fall completely and totally for her though. She was like the warm sun on a summer morning. Her presence made life better in every way. I wanted to fall in love with her and wanted her to feel the same. It was entirely possible now when previously it had seemed unobtainable.
There was a problem that needed to be addressed though. Brandon needed to be fucked in the ass with a bamboo cane. I was going to look him up and gather as much information as I could about his crimes. He'd duped people using his technical knowledge. I needed to find out what he'd done and how.
I had friends in the cybersecurity space from my year at graduate school. I hadn't spoken to some of them in over a decade but one of my course mates, Mark worked at Cambridge too. He was a mate and I'd helped him out with his studies a few times. It was time to cash in some favours I was owed.
I wasn't completely sure if Claire would mind me butting in. I may have been taking too much interest but I had promised I'd be a better friend. This was a way to help her and she sure needed all the help she could get. I would give her the information, if Mark could find any and leave the action up to her.
It was entirely too early to sleep but the day had been beyond exhausting. My travels, meeting Claire and everything that transpired between us had drained me. I smiled with embarrassment. Her perfect form against me while she was snogging my face off had made my dick swell. I'd pulled away thinking she'd be angry but she had a contented smile on her face.
The memories brought back a raging hardon! It would be inappropriate to rub one out thinking of Claire though. I was too much of a gentleman I told myself. What a fucking lie that was! I had fantasized about making love to her for too long. It was a recurring theme in my masturbatory fantasies for the past two years, much to my dismay. I kept away from doing it often but I had needs too!
That made me feel even more ashamed. She had been with a partner then. Regardless of what a dick he was, it was still inappropriate to imagine making love to her. It was entirely a different matter now but she was still vulnerable. Like a flower on a dewey spring morning. Entirely too pure to pluck or disturb.
I extracted myself from the bed and got changed and freshened up. My hardon wouldn't leave me so I pulled up some porn on my phone. I didn't like porn very much. It was too addictive and easily available. I couldn't afford to go close to it because I was a high functioning scientist. I also had an overactive imagination so didn't need to rely on it to get me off.
I was still a man though, and watched it occasionally. Today would have to be an occasion if I wanted to avoid images of Claire in my mental porno. I looked for some videos until I found one and put some lotion into my palm. I slowly started stroking my dick to a petite brunette getting her pussy rubbed through her panties on screen. I'd always had a thing for petite women.
Before I knew it, my mind betrayed me. The brunette morphed into an altogether familiar blonde. Her eyes turned green and dimples appeared on her face as she smiled. The man was replaced too. It was me now who was sucking the blonde woman's clit like it was life saving, making her moan and shout my name. My hands were on her erect pink nipples and they were hard as a rock. Her tits were out of this world.
I rolled her over and inserted my hard dick into her wet pussy from behind, starting a slow, rocking motion. The pace quickly increased and I was pounding her like a jackhammer. She was screaming my name and writhing against me as I held her close and licked her neck.
That was all I could take. My mental images were too powerful to resist. I came so hard that a pathetic cry escaped my mouth loudly. My dick spurted like an unending volcano. "Oh Claire!" I shouted as I was spurting onto my stomach.
Sighing with disgust and embarrassment coming down from my high, I cleaned myself up. "I'm an arsehole!" I shouted out into my empty room as I dropped myself back in bed naked. Sleep claimed me easily. An image of Claire smiling sweetly from earlier in the day crossed my mind as I closed my eyes.
Chapter 9
My 4 am alarm woke me up and I silenced it since it was Sunday. I felt incredibly rested. Must have been because I went to sleep early! I turned on my back and slept for a while longer. I woke up at 7 again and got out of bed.
Picking up my phone to check mum's usual Sunday morning text, I found another one sent late last night. It could only be from one person.
Thanks again Krish. Tonight, you gave me hope. I'd forgotten how that felt. The kiss was incredibly delicious too! ;) Hope you have a restful night!
This is Claire btw.......
I know you can probably tell but I didn't want to take the chance in case you went around kissing other women.
I laughed! She'd brought the kiss up. I hoped she wasn't regretting it today. She'd stayed up late. I formed a reply.
Me: Sorry Claire! Crashed as soon as I was home last night. Too tired. You never need to thank me, so it would be best if you stopped.
To be honest, I slept so well because an angel kissed me last night and knocked me out completely. She's ruined all other women for me! Oh! How will I live?
"
That was definitely flirty!" I realised after sending the text. It was a new thing for me and I hoped I hadn't inserted my foot into my mouth. I was grinning like a 14 year old boy texting his first crush. Maybe I was one again, as I hadn't done any of it when I was 14. Girls threatened me with pepper spray back then. Buzzing broke my trance.
Claire: Ha! Has she now? I hope you two will be happy together! :p
