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She’s not a big technology person, but she hates notifications. There’s never a single one on any app, instead, they’re all cleared and stashed away. Out of sight out of mind, I guess.
I start the download of the mirroring app that I already have downloaded onto my phone while I text myself off her number. Once my own phone lights up with the text, I’m sure to delete the message from her log so she doesn’t know I’ve used her phone.
With that, I check back on the status of the app and notice it’s done downloading. I pair the two together, my own phone showing me exactly what appears on her screen as it happens, before hiding it in the back of one of her folders and slowly sliding the device back where I found it.
While I’m here, I figure I might as well take a lookaround. Sure, I’ve been here a multitude of times before, but I’ve never bothered to snoop.
I’d like to say I’m not one to invade someone’s private area, but I think the cameras have already proved that I’m willing to do whatever it takes.
There’s not much to look at, some pictures on her bedside table, lots of notebooks filled to the brim with her notes, books scattered about, and I even managed to find her stash. What I’m not so happy about is the box of condoms sitting in her drawer, but all the plastic is still on so at least there hasn’t been anything lately. But still, every guy before me that she’s fucked needs to choke on their own cock and have their eyes gouged out. How dare they consume what’s mine. My jaw flexes at the thought of someone before me, and I crack my neck to relieve the tension before slamming the drawer shut.
All little clues as to who she is and what she’s all about.
What stops me in my tracks though, is the one tube of lipgloss sitting on her bathroom counter. It’s the same one she wore the night at the bar, and the more I think of it, it’s the same color of her lips. She must wear this all the time.It’d be even better if my cum was painting her lips,I think to myself, when an idea pops into my head.
I quickly stuff the tube into my pocket before grabbing my bag and locking upbehind me. Oh, how fucking perfect.
As soon as I get to my own place, I strip myself of my clothing and lay out on the bed. My cock hardens with the thought of what I’m going to do, excited to see what she thinks of my own little concoction.
I work myself from base to tip, cupping my balls with one hand as I work a rhythm, dragging all the pleasure out of myself.
Imagining Lainey’s breasts, the perfect handful, and her pert little ass has me blowing my load all over my stomach. I really need to work on my stamina when it comes to her, she makes me absolutely ravenous.
Standing, the cum starts dripping down my body in a slow parade. I use that time to fish the tube out of the pocket of my jeans and pop the little plastic piece that keeps the gloss from going everywhere. I dip the wand into my own release and shove it into the tube, again and again. I even swirl the little applicator around from time to time to ensure that no matter when she reapplies, she’s smearingmeall over those pouty lips. It’s my cum that’s going to coat her mouth every time she wants to dress up. Every time she wants to go out. All. The. Fucking. Time.
I reapply the plastic piece and hold the tube up, admiring my handy work. Damn, why didn’t I think of this sooner. This might take crazy to the next level, butwhat can I say? She’s my latest obsession, my latest fix. She’s everything I could’ve ever imagined and more, and now I just have to make her realize how mine she really is. She doesn’t realize she’s been claimed, not really, at least.
But her cum covered lips will seal the deal.
I bark out a laugh as I put the tube into my backpack, safe and sound, before going and cleaning myself up.
How am I going to give it back to her? I want to see her reaction when she realizes I broke in again and took it. Her little scowl does things to me that I shouldn’t admit, but fuck, I want to piss her off just to see it again and again. But I also want to make her laugh, and scream, and smile, and pout, and come on my cock…
Yeah. Definitely that last one.
CHAPTER 22
LAINEY
Friday Night
It’s been an exhausting week. Between classes, studying, and trying to catch Kalix breaking into my apartment, it’s definitely taken a toll on me. I could really use a distraction and interaction with people outside of the university.
When I texted Lexie to see if she wanted to go to Rudy’s, just the two of us this time, she didn’t even hesitate.
As I’m scrolling my phone outside, she approaches and says, “Hey, sorry I’m late.” Lexie pulls me in for a quick hug.
“You’re not that late.” I laugh.
“Still… Alright. Let’s go in. I’m freezing.” She does a little shimmy before opening the door and ushering me inside.
I glance along the back wall for a booth, spotting one in the far corner. I grab Lexie’s hand. “Come on, let’s hurry before someone takes that one first.”
Not really paying attention to anything around us, we get closer to the table, and I can smell him before I see him. Kalix is sitting at a bar-top table directly in front of our empty booth.
I take a deep breath and decide to ignore him, for now.
We take our seats and order a couple of appetizers to share and our drinks.
