"Whoa...," Tim's eyes widened as he peeped out from darkness hidden behind a stone wall.
"Shhh...!" Brandon gave him an angry glance. "Keep your voice down."
He stood behind Tim watching an action that had disappointingly become a frequent sight for his eyes.
"Sorry man. But fuck!" Tim said heeding to his friend's command. "Your girl is hot."
Yeah
,
she is
, Brandon thought.
Cathy Blake was a toothsome girl even on that first day of the college when she had brushed past Brandon Smith. But what did he do when he found her in the same course as his for the next four years? He let Garret Scarpaglia slide into an empty seat next to her, and remained a pussy himself, glued to his seat directly behind them.
They were on the first floor of the castle Beelzegard. The high, stony structure with pointed turrets and domes adorned with mythical figures stood within the college premises, barely half a mile away from their main campus and residential blocks, but not even the most formidable guards of their college were allowed near the gates of the Beelzegard after twilight, let alone the innocent, weak and impressionable students of the Academy of Occult Arts. Yet here they were, the four second-year students of satanic occult who had breached the Beelzegard at eleven o'clock at night. Two of them were involved in sexual act inside a sacred, sacrificial chamber while the other two were lost in voyeuristic pleasure. Either way, all of them were risking their lives; or so they had heard amid many myths surrounding the castle of Beelzegard.
Through a small window in the thick stone wall behind which the two men hid, cool breeze of the summer night found its way inside the castle and kept stroking the fire torches mounted on the stone walls of the castle. But the breeze could do no more. The flames quivered in delight; the torches were brimming with steady intensity and heat of a fire which kindled, every night as the sun dipped below horizon, from a mysterious source that confounded the understanding of ordinary people who had lived for many generations around the ancient castle—evading even those who studied satanic occult.
Garret-motherfucking-Scarpaglia
! Somewhere deep down, Brandon was letting out a scream.
Of all the people in his class, Cathy had let that dumb-ass get close to her in more ways than one. Somehow, Brandon believed, he could see through that bewildering reality.
Cathy was an intellectual, an exceptionally talented girl who was easily a rarity among all the smart girls that Brandon had managed to befriend in his twenty-eight-years of miserable existence. Almost all of them had been bespectacled, socially-dysfunctional geeks, like Brandon himself. Though Cathy too wore glasses, hers was branded, black and stylishly-framed: an example of the kind of qualities she embodied or, at least, sought that made her different from others. The three attributes that nearly summed up her existence were style, ambition and curiosity.
The first was manifested in everything she wore, making sure to flaunt the beauty of her natural, curvaceous features. The second she possessed to such an extent—using everything from books to men to race ahead of all—that often it brought, along with much success, a lasting isolation. Finally, the third, and the most contrasting trait Brandon had ever seen in a brilliant student like her, was her curiosity in zestfully exploring every desire that other geeks chose to suppress or lost during their intellectual pursuits—sex and drugs figuring prominently in her case.
And Garret Scarpaglia was the kind of guy who could give her both in ample supply. In the first year of his close friendship Brandon had learned, among her many extreme choices, that she was a girl who had discovered, in guys like Garret, her portal to a radically different world, away from all the stress of her usual expectations. When she was tired from the adventures of her dark side she left her fuck buddies and milled about in the socially-dysfunctional crowd of the college, gaining acceptance and popularity while giving these geeks a whiff of what it felt like to be her in return. These pitiful creatures, Brandon had come to believe, deserved if nothing else then at least some sympathy of her friendship.
But he himself figured somewhere in the middle for Cathy. There was a relief and hope in knowing that he was not counted among those pitiful geeks and he contented himself whenever she affectionately termed their association a 'lonesome twosome'.
"She's tearing down her top!" Tim whispered.
Cathy pulled frustratingly at the neckline of her white top.
Brandon sensed a peculiar excitement in Tim's voice; the same which they were used to while watching porn. Except this time Tim sounded a tad more cheerful.
Live action does that to you
, Brandon thought. He had been a hidden audience to Cathy's many performances during this last one year.
In the center of the large chamber Cathy sat astride Garret with her body undulating while he gripped her waist and shoved his cock deeper into her pussy. They were perched atop a big, grey sacrificial slab that rose about four feet up from the floor of the chamber.
Just then, amidst their sighs, Cathy introduced a sharp sound that lasted only an instant but echoed loudly around the chamber before it vanished. She tore down the V-shaped neck of her top right to the very bottom until it split in middle exposing her full sumptuous breast to three pair of hungry eyes.
