Page 26 of White Hole

“I’m sure I do. I need one of your meals.” I grabbed two from the fridge to heat up. Kicking myself for not taking the time to eat properly, I shoveled food in while Sharice sat next to me at the table.

“I’m glad to see you. I never get to anymore. I’ve been working on my concerto and it’s taking all my time.”

“Yeah, it has been a while. What’s been going on with you?” She finished her polish, and I stretched my legs out on the chair next to me, inhaling the reheated chicken and rice, then reached for an apple in the fruit bowl in the center of the table.

“I actually want to know what’s going onwith you.” Her dark brown eyes danced with playfulness.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, uh, Maurice was telling me about lunch today. I heard him and some of the Theta guys talking about Big G messing with you.”

I sighed. Why was I the big news of the day? “That oaf is an asshole. That’s all that’s going on.” God, could I not escape him for one moment?

Sharice laughed, her voice like a song. “Okay.”

“What?”

“He’s a hot oaf. Maurice is well endowed,” she said, and I scrunched my face. “But Big G apparently outweighs even him. I’d give that a spin.”

“He probably leaks his brain cells through his cum. Not interested.” I knew I was lying to her and to myself. Of course, I wanted to try out his big cock and I hated that I did.

After I finished my dinner and loaded the dishwasher, I spotted a package on the kitchen counter. As casually as I could, I wandered over to check the label. It was mine. I yawned loudly. “I’m heading to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Sharice said.

Once I got into my bedroom, I locked the door, then ripped open the cardboard. It was my oversized dildo. After cleaning it, I pulled off my clothes and got into bed. I poured lube all over it and tried to insert it, but got scared. It was huge.

“Come on, Kinsley. You got this.” I could imagine George saying, “See, told you you couldn’t handle it.” Fuck him.

Carefully, I slid the plastic in and out until I felt I could push it in further. “Oh my god!” I had to clamp a hand over my mouth. The sensation was amazing. I felt so full, like it was supposed to be there. Using my vibrator on my clit, I got myself off thinking of George fucking me against the stacks in the library. The ire I felt towards him made me come so hard that tears leaked from my eyes.

If George was bigger than this, it would be a miracle to fit him inside. But I would do it. I would show him I could handle it. He would not scare me.

The next day, we received our graded papers in Russian literature. I got a ninety-three percent and sighed. It could have been better. Glancing in front of me where Cale and Sydney sat, I saw her red mark, and she got an eighty-eight. Ha! Then I saw Cale’s. He got a perfect grade. Puke.

Opening my phone, I checked to see if my latest astronomy quiz scores were posted yet. I got a C again! What the fuck? I had studied using George’s notes and mnemonics. I thought I had a grasp on it! This was his fault. What if he had given me false information to try to mess with me? That would be something he would do.

That afternoon, I stomped to the library for my astronomy tutoring session. George was peacefully reading at our table. Holding up my phone, I thrust it in his face, showing off my quiz score.

“Did you do this?” He narrowed his blue eyes and set his square jaw. “George, letmetutoryouon something right now. I am not one you want to mess with. I will end you. You have no idea what—”

“SHH!” The same shusher as the previous session was in the opposing alcove. I whipped around.

“Find someplace else, fucker!” I screamed.

The guy got up to come over to me. I was ready to punch someone. Granted, I couldn’t really make a fist, but I’d hit him with my bag. Just as I was about to sling it, George grabbed my arms and shuffled me down the aisle.

“No. Where are you—”

“We’re leaving.” The bass of his voice rumbled through my chest as George continued to direct me toward the library exit. Once we got outside, I tugged my jacket tighter around me. The wind was biting.

George let go of my body, but marched in the direction of the parking lot. He glanced briefly over his shoulder at me. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” I had to jog to keep up with his pace.

“To study.”

“Study where? I need more of a description, George. Don’t turn so stolid on me now. You made me fail my quiz!”

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