Page 3 of Devil Within
Hudson
My apartment is cold and dark when I arrive. Outrageous parties aren’t something that I enjoy unless I am looking for some fun.
I toss my denim shirt over one of the couches and decide to leave the lights off as I head straight for my bedroom.
There is something peaceful about being alone in the dark. Here, in the darkness, I don’t have to pretend to be anyone else. My mask can come off and I’m just me again.
As soon as my body hits the soft quilts of my bed, sleep pulls at my eyes, but I can’t sleep just yet. I have some exploring to do.
Parker Kelleher.
When I first laid eyes on her, I wanted to know who she was right away. How could a sophomore like her escape my attention?
I pull out my phone and begin by opening up my Instagram. Parker’s profile comes up with one quick search. Six hundred followers, ten follows and over a thousand posts. She’s social and it looks like she loves the limelight from all those selfies.
Her bio states that she is a sophomore English Lit student at Kensington with a #SaveTheEarth underneath.Typical.
Resting my head on my arm, I go into several of her photos and zoom in with my index and forefinger. The look of innocence on her face is so evident and it fascinates me.
Other than her aesthetic posts, there is nothing much I can find, so I turn to Facebook: the place where most people innocently project their entire lives.
Parker’s profile comes up here too. 3957 friends, 900 followers and a decent amount of lovers on her latest post. It’s a picture of her wearing a short yellow sundress and it reveals enough to get my blood pumping.
My dick hardens as my eyes travel over her deep neckline. Her breasts aren’t that big but petite and don’t leave much to the imagination as she leans over in the picture.
Her long legs have a golden tone to them and her hair is a golden blonde that falls against her waist. She’s beyond sexy.
Those dark grey eyes of hers. I can imagine her on her knees before me, looking up at me through those dark grey eyes.
If I was going to make any kind of move, I need all the details I can get first, so I click on her info page.
Parker is 20. She was born on the 7th of February 2000. As I scroll further down the page, I discover a list of other details that she’d stated in her bio. She wants to help save the planet, she’s a clean freak—and judging from her neat photos, she probably is—she also really loves Marvel movies and sappy romances.
Emily Brontë’sWuthering Heightsnovel is something that she lives and breathes for.
Of course, it isn’t enough information on her. I’d have to pay someone from the IT department to get into student archives. But money is something I have, so that isn’t a problem. What I don’t have though is time and the capacity to make any mistakes. I’d like to get to know Parker very well.
I need to be careful about this, but for now, other things need attention. My dick is still hard, so I jerk off into the early hours of the morning while imagining Parker riding me. Her blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders and over her breasts as she moves up and down.
A groan escapes my lips as I come, and I come harder than ever before until I am left with beads of sweat covering my body and my breathing is ragged.
I relax my head against the pillows and stare up at the ceiling until sleep finally comes to me. As I fall asleep, my plan starts to form. I will get her one way or the other.
3
Breaking Up
Parker
I wake up five minutes before my alarm can ring to the sound of pounding on my apartment door.
“Parker!”
It’s Ryan’s voice.
“You better tell that idiot to shut up before I punch him in the balls,” Lex tells me from her room across the hall.
“I won’t stop you,” I mumble, as I miserably climb out of bed.