Page 20 of The New Girl

Cold air wafted over us and my nipples tightened to hard little rocks. Every sensation was intensely felt as I came down from the multiple orgasms he’d given me.

He liked that. Westfield’s eyes darkened and his lips plumped with blood.

“You’ll stretch to take me. I’m going to plow you, Jane. I can’t hold out any longer.”

He opened my legs wider and drove his cock inside my tight, but wet and willing pussy. I cried out in sheer ecstasy from the relief of being filled by a mature man—taken with absolute confidence and control. It was incredible.

Once Westfield had me pinned to the ground with his cock, he began the deep penetration I craved. I ran my fingers through his silver hair. I traced the breadth of his shoulders and was turned on by his weight and mass crushing me beneath him as he thrust into my vagina over and over again.

God, I was turned on.

So turned on that I didn’t notice when Lysander entered the bell tower.

I was in the middle of a shattering orgasm when I opened my eyes and found him standing above us.Watching.

His face was unreadable.

His timing was impeccable. Lysander’s arrival coincided with his stepfather’s ejaculation into my womb. We had been in too much of a hurry to use the condoms Westfield had brought.

“It would appear that I’m too late,” he said. “Unless this is what you wanted to show me, Jane.”

Westfield covered his surprise with aplomb. I was shattered and embarrassed at being caught enjoying illicit sex with another man while the man I wanted looked on.

Embarrassment made me angry. “This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it, Lysander?” I reached around for my bra and panties. “Isn’t this the reason you picked me that night to go home with you? You set this all in motion. Don’t blame me because you lost control of the train.”

His eyes were in shadow but I read his mood in the tightening of his jaw. “I expected a less graphic demonstration of your willingness to expose my stepfather. It’s true you look likea sixteen-year-old girl, but that won’t be enough to convict him. And it looked to me like you were enjoying yourself.”

Westfield met my eyes as he refastened his belt. “What’s he talking about? In fact, what is my stepson doing here?”

“Jane called me. She asked me to meet her here. Now I see why.”

My eyes found his, imploring him not to give me away to Westfield. “I can’t talk about the Adventurers Club. I can’t explain why I called Lysander to meet me here, not without breaking my oath. We are partnered for the month to explore our sexuality without restraint. I had a fantasy that I wanted to fulfil, and as my partner for the month, I thought he should be included. I’m sorry if I crossed the line. I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone.”

“You didn’t,” Westfield said evenly. “This is why I wanted that goddamned club shut down. It has no place on a modern campus. How is a girl like Jane who is new to St. Swithins supposed to understand social protocols that took your peers years to learn? You take it for granted, Lysander, that everyone is as free as you are with boundaries. This is what you did to Belinda.”

“No, this is what you did to Belinda! Your own daughter. You fucked her here, right on the floor, just like you did Jane. And then you left her. When she realized she’d never get free of you, that you would never see her as anything but your possession, she killed herself by jumping off the fucking building!”

Lysander approached his stepfather and my blood froze.

Westfield didn’t back down. “You keep telling that version of events if it makes you feel better. I thought we had put this behind us, but I see you’re not willing to let it go. Since that’s the way it is going to be, you are expelled. Pack your bags and get out. I want you off this campus within the hour.”

“You can’t do that. You need the board’s approval.”

Westfield’s jaw flinched. “Then let’s go that route. Let’s go before the board with our respective stories of what happened to my daughter and we’ll see which of us they believe. I have witnesses who will testify that you seduced Belinda when she was not yet sixteen and that you coerced her into having sex with you. I saw it with my own eyes. Your mother will back me.”

“My mother only knows what you told her!”

“It will be enough, Lysander. Is that what you want? To drag the Stark family name through the mud, to paint the last surviving male heir as a rapist? Because I won’t let you off a second time. If you want a witch hunt, come for me. I’ll show you the biggest fucking witch there is. You won’t have room in your sad, depressed little life for regret by the time I’m through with you.”

He hissed the last part of the threat but I still heard him.

Lysander met my eyes. I knew what he wanted from me; a sign that I was on his side, that I would back him up against the Chancellor and the entire St. Swithins College.

How could I? I didn’t have his clout or looks or accomplishments or money or a mother with a title and an estate in Scotland. I had my parents who worked two jobs each to get me this far. I had a bungalow in the suburbs of Buffalo and a talent for discerning meaning in medieval literature.

I couldn’t afford to make an enemy of his stepfather and after what he did to me in the bell tower, I didn’t want to.

“Don’t look at her, Lysander. She has nothing to do with this. You dragged her into the middle of our problem, thinking you could trap me. I knew it as soon as you invited me to observe in your neighbor’s dorm room.”

---