Hello!
Here's part 5. The finale.
I wish I had more time to edit this.
I've been busy studying to try and get out of college and I promised not to take too long to post my chapters. My time has been very limited lately and I didn't think it would be fair to make you wait for the end of my Summer break to know what happens after the way I ended part 4.
It took me a while to write this. My inspiration was nowhere to be found, then it came (after weeks and too many bottles of wine to mention) and I got to writing. A lot. As a result, this is the longest chapter yet. It covers everything it should.
Again, I might be repetitive, but I must always say English is not my first language (and my fingers sometimes work faster than my brain), so you're bound to find some mistakes here. I apologize for it.
Writing this story has been fun. I received a lot of incredible comments and even gained a new penpal (linalinnius, sua linda)! I never expected the feedback to be so great. Thank you!
Thank you so, so much for taking a little bit of your time to read this. I'm so, so grateful. This is the end of Dindi, but I'll write again soon (I promise a funnier and emotionally lighter story next time). I quite like this writing thing...
All those messes from part 4 will be addressed, some new ones will surface, but the end is a happy one (not a spoiler. It always is).
See you next story.
XOXO,
Nana
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MORENA
"This is so good."
"You like it?"
"Mmm...I love it. You have magical fingers."
"So I'm doing this right?"
"Oh, yes. It's perfect..."
Travis and I were soaking in his tub. He had insisted I let him wash my hair and his fingers worked magic on my scalp. He massaged it slowly and thoroughly, going from my temples to the back of my head, then to my nape until I was a puddle of melted chocolate.
Under the water, my own hands were busy manipulating his cock. I did it with no hurry at all, feeling him get hard and tense under my palms before I slowed my rhythm down so he wouldn't come.
"When is George's party again? Thursday?" He asked.
I loved the tense huskiness my working hands created in his voice. However, I was way too high on the feel of his fingers to pay attention to his words.
"Mmm?"
"George's party? When is it?" He asked with an audible satisfied grin.
George's birthday was in three days. He planned a party meant to introduce his new boyfriend to his friends. Negligently, I hadn't been home very often this past few weeks having met the man in question, Lance, only once. As promised, I was trying to figure out how to
be
with Travis, and not just fuck him -or be fucked by him. So far the thing could not be better.
"Mmm...Friday night." Gee had ordered the cake three weeks in advance, saying Lance liked red velvet and everything had to be perfect.
Travis let one big hand slid from my head to my neck, pressing a thumb to the hollow of my throat on his way down to my breast. The soap and water made it all too easy for his hand to explore. Even surrounded by lukewarm water, I shivered. He had this way of touching me, it almost felt like the first time. As if his touch wasn't already printed on my skin.
"He's smitten, uh?" He observed.
He's not the only one.
That little nosy voice told me.
You are, too.
"Mmm-hmm." I hummed, absentmindedly. How the fuck could I have the mind to speak when his fingers were pinching my nipples?
"Should I bring something?" He used the hand still on my hair to move my head so he could kiss a trail along my jaw. My hand gripped him tighter, making him gasp slightly.
I was trying to decide where to concentrate my attention: if on his hand on my hair, the hand on my breast, or the lips on my skin.
"Just...hmm...wine. Bring me wine." I managed to answer.
I felt his soft chuckle on my ear lobe, but then, to my absolute horror, lips and hands left my skin. My eyes snapped open and I whimpered, knowing I was pouting like a child.
"Morena." Travis called, using my name. I tensed, taking my hand away from his beautifully hard cock. Unless he had something serious to say, he rarely called me by my actual name. This time when he did it though, it was like being ripped out of the most delicious dream.
"No, Travis. That's not my right name." I objected.
He eyed me with a studied caution that let me know he'd been rehearsing whatever serious thing he had to say.
"Did my mother say anything to you?" He asked.
Shit.
My reaction was instantaneous, too fast for me to control.
"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered.
I wasn't good at hiding my emotions. Gee always said I couldn't pull a poker face if my life depended on it. Of course that, by now, Travis knew that too.
"Morena." His tone was reprehensive.
Almost a whole month had passed since we returned from that intense weekend at his mother's. He had noticed my strange behaviour the days following our return but gave up on asking me what was wrong after I had told him I was fine at least a hundred times. I chose not to tell him a thing about what I'd heard, and made sure Max wouldn't as well.
Even so, I had this nagging feeling Mrs. Keegan had
wanted
me to hear her. She had to know Max and I were within hearing distance of her voice. What I didn't know was the true aim of her evil plan: whether she had intended me to hear her question (though her disapproval of my whole existence was already obvious), or Travis's answer to it. I had bolted out the door before he had a chance to say anything back.
"Why would you ask me this?" I said, directing my eyes to the bubbles on the surface of the water.
"Answer my question first." He put a finger under my chin to bring my eyes up to level with his. He knew that would make lying extremely harder for me.
"No. She didn't say anything to me, Travis." I didn't lie. She said it to him, not me.
"No?" He surveyed my face for any signs of hidden information.
I did my best to give him a convincing look. "No. She didn't say a thing. She was perfectly polite."