DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS HEREIN ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind IRL, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here.
Two applications sent later, Carl had decided enough was enough. It was exhausting to have to rewrite an application differently, lie about yourself in all new ways, depending on which school you wanted to get into.
He felt as if he wasn't himself any more, that by doing this he was cheapening himself just for the sake of a piece of paper. You could only lie about yourself for so long before you started to forget the truth.
Dad had made it clear they wouldn't be doing anything that weekend, not that the weekends could be told apart from the weeks. He had nothing to do regardless. So much for the grand gesture, he mused, and settled in for another long night.
His thoughts turned to Charlotte. Carl had been putting off thinking about what had happened earlier for a while but he could no more. It hadn't been his first kiss, but it had definitely been the first time he'd been kissed like that.
A mix of emotions he wasn't really ready to process flooded through him all at once. Guilt, anxiety, embarrassment, all the ingredients of a young love, which led to him imagining every overly optimistic and ridiculously pessimistic scenario possible.
He flicked through her social media photos in what he told himself was an entirely innocent way. She had a talent for photography. After a few hours doing that, which he spent mulling it all over, he eventually decided "I'll just see what happens", rolled over, and tried to quieten his mind enough for sleep.
Peering around the edges of the old hatch door, inky black tendrils eyed the situation with impenetrable intent. They slowly twisted the door free, and crept into the room, like a shadow looming forth, covering the floor.
His phone was lifted gently, and the tendrils flicked through it with frightening speed. Picture after picture of Charlotte went past, before the applications to a dozen Universities appeared. After a while, the phone was put back down... only for the tendril to pick it up again, and pull it back towards the door. Another tentacle appeared from under the door, with the key, and delicately began to unlock it.
Again, the tendrils began to slowly, delicately, trace across his skin. His ankles and his feet were treated to the softest kisses, as his calves were massaged ever so gently. His thighs were traced with hundreds of loving, doting fingertips, and as his cock rose to attention, they moved up higher, closer.
Meanwhile, one tendril snuck out of the room, down the stairs, and found the switch which had cut all power to the house. It flicked it, then wrenched the fitting from the wall, only to rip the wiring within in half, before returning up to its sisters.
Beside his head, a thick, black tendril slowly rose like a serpent, poised next to his vulnerable sleeping form. A wet, dripping hole opened between massive, sausage-thick lips, and a second much like it appeared further down, closer to his stomach.
