Page 16 of Butterfly Effect

“Men, guys, you have it so easy.” Now her voice sounds like a song, a whisper of the raging woman I usually know. Alaska turns to me and steps into my space; well, hello there. “You think you can just, take, touch, grab what doesn’t belong to you. You have this fucked up view that a woman’s body is yours and we should be grateful.”

I pull my head back from her accusation.

“What are you talking about? Did someone touch you without your permission?” Now I am confused, maybe even a little sheltered. Because Alaska laughs and it is the least funny thing I have heard today.

“Some dude slapped my ass and when I didn’t say thank you, he called me a tease.” Alaska takes the wet towel and soaks it. “So, I pinched his balls so hard he started crying and then I got kicked off the bus and had to walk the rest of the way.” Alaska is dabbing her chest like she can’t get the heat off of her body.

“What the fuck, did you call the police?” I step toward her, put a hand on her hip. Alaska looks down at my hand and I take it away from her.

“No, my run in with the law hasn’t exactly kept my faith in the men in blue.” Her eyes look tired and she is defeated and I feel like the asshole she thinks I am.

“Or women,” I mention.

“Or women.” She appreciates my addition.

“Want me to put a hit out on him?” I fold my arms and lean against the sink.

“Sure, he looks just like you.” Alaska half laughs and then touches my face; her sweat is far from stinky; it is almost sweet to me.

The closer she gets, the closer I need to be. I crave that smell, the sweat on your skin I bet if I licked it off it would be salty enough for me to take a shot.

“Well, should we get back to class?” Alaska takes away my sexual fantasy with the moral responsibility of being an adult.

“Yes.” I swallow, wanting to do anything with her except go back to class. I grab our backpacks and open the door for her.

“Thanks, Aladden, for checking on me.” Alaska stops; her eyelashes flutter as she finds my face.

“Are you going to be okay?” Her anger may be gone, but I have a new sensation now and it might be to avenge her.

“I’ll be fine. It isn’t the first time, I doubt it will be the last.” Alaska waves off my concern, and I have this sick pit in my stomach hearing those words coming out of her mouth.

“Hey?” I grab her hand to make her stop. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you owe your body to anyone. What that guy did is fucked up, there is no excuse. I’m sorry it happened to you. If you want, I can pick you up in the mornings after swim practice?” I try to ease whatever she is going through or feeling. Her safety was threatened, and I didn’t like knowing that one bit, pain in the ass or not.

“Thanks for saying those things, Lad. But I don’t need you to protect me; plus, you wouldn’t have enough time to leave practice and drive there and back.” She grabs her backpack from my hands and I follow her back into class and take our normal seats.

“Everything good, you two?” The professor barely glances at our intrusion.

“Never better.” Alaska lies and I nod to the teacher, ignoring the helpless feeling going through my chest. I put my head down for a minute. I think I will shut my eyes for a few seconds and go over my swim this morning and the notes from coach.

But I guess my sleepless nights aren’t doing me any favors, because I am sucked in to a world where my fantasy of Alaska and me comes true.

Having a sex dream about your enemy is awkward, and mildly confusing. Maybe Alaska was picking up on some subconscious humiliation kink I haven’t entertained.

However, dreaming about her riding my cock while she moans my name isn’t something you want to wake up from. Not when her tits fill my hands full, her ass is slapping against my thighs, making my balls bounce. Doing all of this during the only class I share with her, as she sits in front of me. Yeah, it’s next level fucked up. And therapy is sounding pretty good right about now.

Did I mention I moaned her name out loud for every student to hear?

“I wasn’t dreaming about you.” I wipe the drool off my mouth and straighten in my seat as Alaska’s amused eyes find me. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“So, you know other people named Alyeska?” Damn, I didn’t even use her nickname.

“Yup.” Ignoring her knowing glance.

“Aladden, can we get back to the Holocaust?” Professor Stern doesn’t even seem bothered about my scene.

“Oh shit, sorry, Professor, yes go ahead.” All the students whisper, but Alaska seems pleased with herself.

Part of me must be really fucked up, thinking about fucking her after some dude accosted her on the bus. Fuck, I wonder what she would do to me if she knew what ideas I had running through my mind and where my hands were on her body.

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