Chapter One
"I think Jared's mad at me."
Oh god not this again.
I thought to myself. Farra was my best friend, and the love of my life. I spaced out while she went on about her boyfriend, her egotistical, idiotic, sexist, cheating boyfriend. You'd think I was one of her
girl
friends with everything she tells me about their relationship.
"I'll be right back I've gotta run to the bathroom." Farra announced. I didn't realize what she'd said until she was half way there.
She is beautiful.
I can't help it; I watched her as she walked away and waited, as inconspicuously as possible for her to come back out. She's about 5' 8" with beautiful chestnut brown hair down almost to her bottom where it curls just slightly. Oh and what a butt she has, her whole body is toned and lean from her running, but still incredibly curvy and luscious. Her breasts ride high on her chest relatively small but so perky 90% of the time she doesn't even bother with a bra. I can picture her face down to the tiniest mole she has next to her ear. She has an elegant face, her eyes are almond shaped and a deep brown shade, her nose has the tiniest up turn at the end, she has the most beautiful lips, full and almost red on their own with high cheekbones all set in an oval frame. She had enchanted me from the first time a met her in 5th grade, and now that we were juniors in college I had official known her for half of my life.
I managed to snap myself out of my trance just before she sat down again, turning my attentions to my milkshake.
"Anyways, like I was saying our six month anniversary's coming up and I wanted to make it
really
special. Jared's been so good about not pushing sex on me and I figure it's time that we took that next step." Farra finished sincerely. I almost choked on my milkshake.
"WHAT!?!?!" I couldn't help myself, "Farra, you're still a virgin; you can't give that to HIM. He's a total prick, I can't even count the number of girls he's had since you two got together."
"You don't know him the way I do! This is my choice to make!" Farra was furious, and quite suddenly she was gone. I had handled that entirely wrong, but she HAD to know!
Over the course of the next week I bombarded Farra, I tried everything I could think of to get her to change her mind. Finally I had no choice but to stop, she had delivered an ultimatum, I believe it went something like this "This is my decision, drop it or our friendship will cease to exist."
I was frustrated, how else could I feel? So I did what I always do. I was going swimming. I changed into my suit and stopped at the mirror.
Why does she treat me like one of the girls?
It wasn't like I look like a girl at 6'4", black short hair, a square jaw, a slightly crooked nose (I'd broken it playing baseball, bat to the nose, entirely different story), grey eyes and a well toned, very nicely developed body. My musing was interrupted when I heard a very familiar voice.
"You should have seen this girl Dylan; her knockers were so big she looked like she was gonna fall on her face. She was quite the exhibitionist too, blew me in the middle of the movie theater." Jared said as he came sauntering around the corner still dripping from his swim. "Hey Mitch." He said absently as he headed to the showers. That was about all I could take. As I swam my laps I came to one simple conclusion. There is no way in hell I was letting Farra give him her virginity, she was wrong, that belonged entirely to me. She just had yet to realize it. So I began to formulate a plan. Their six month was coming up in two weeks which meant it all needed to happen by next Friday just to be safe. Five days. That should be plenty of time to work out the details.
I jumped the gun and decided Thursday was the night, that way she wouldn't be out too late because she had school the next day and work that evening. I was antsy all week trying desperately not to let on something was going on. When Farra asked me why I hadn't been talking to her I told her I had a test coming up and that I was studying a ton. I couldn't believe how easily she accepted that answer.
So Thursday came and I spent the day making sure I had everything I needed and then I took my spare key to Farra's dorm room, which she had to herself, and let myself in around 4:00 when I knew no one would be around to see me. Farra should be home around 9pm. That's when she always called me on her way home from work. So I set up everything I needed and waited.
Finally my phone rang around 8:30. I kept the conversation short claiming to be on the other line. "I'll call you back later." Then I silenced my phone and took up my post behind the door. I'd pulled a mask over my face and worn black clothes that covered my entire body, including my hands. I heard the key in the lock and got ready. The moment she had closed the door and locked it I pounced. One hand went to her mouth and the other arm was wrapped securely around her body.
"Here's how this is going to work beautiful. You try to contact anyone in anyway to alert them that you have an unwanted visitor and that pretty little face of yours won't be so pretty anymore. You try to get away from me and those perky little breasts of yours are going to become more than a little misshapen, permanently. You're going to cooperate in every way and I promise you will enjoy this as much, if not more than I will. You got that?" I felt her nod.
I can't believe I'm doing this
. I walked her over to her bed. "Lay on your back and hold onto the desk. Remember not a peep."
She sat down on the bed and started to raise her arms up so I started to reach down to tie her wrists. She grabbed my arms and pulled my head into the desk that sat next to her bed. Next thing I know she's on her feet and headed toward the door. I managed to catch her ankle so she tripped, I dragged her across the floor back to me. I pulled her up against me and put the tip of the knife next to her cheek, pushing just hard enough to draw some blood "I just sharpened this knife, we could test how much damage it could do to this face or you can get on the bed like I told you to." I pulled on her hair roughly to get her to stand up.
Shit. I didn't want to actually hurt her. Oh well, can't stop now, hopefully she'll cooperate now.
When she complied I took the two black silk scarves I'd tied to the desk and tied them securely around her wrists being sure to allow some movement but not enough that she could bring her hands completely together or injure me. "Now point each foot towards the appropriate side of the closet." I tied her legs a little more loosely than I did her hands, more maneuverability, for me of course. Then I proceeded to tie another silk scarf around her eyes making sure it was firmly in place without hurting her. When this was done I happily removed my mask and gloves and turned on her stereo, no louder than usual.
"Don't move beautiful I don't want to hurt you." With that I pulled out my knife and carefully cut off her shirt, pants and underwear. She was even more beautiful than I'd ever imagined, her skin was lightly tanned, it looked incredibly soft, she was absolutely flawless all the way down to the triangular patch of hair at the junction of her never ending legs. I heard her stifle a sob and I had yet another moment of regret. It shouldn't have been like this. She should have come to me.
"Relax, I don't want to hurt you, I want you to enjoy this." While I put my knife out of her reach I held the speed dial on my cell phone to call her. Her cell phone rang. After a few rings I hung up, not wanting to leave a voicemail for obvious reasons. With that task done I approached the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen naked. I'd had my fair share of women but when none of them could push Farra out of my mind I turned it into an occasional one night stand with some unknowns.