Chapter Seven

Rochelle

I can't believe how quickly my world came crashing down. It's been two weeks since I left Amy's house. Kevin has tried to reach me, but I refuse to answer any of his calls. He must think I'm some sick, vile person who took advantage of him and toyed with his emotions. I want to look him in the eyes and tell him that I have loved him all my life, but I won't be able to handle his rejection. I should stay away even though I have been completely miserable. I found an affordable apartment a few blocks from my office and moved in with the help of a colleague.

I haven't been to school since then as I can't bear to face him, even though I miss him so much. I get up from my bed and stand by the window. I think about Amy and wonder if she'll ever forgive me. I hug myself tightly and weep at the loss of the two people I love with all my heart. I collapse to the floor and cry my eyes out.

There's a knock on the door. "Ro?"

I look up sharply. It's Amy. How did she find me?

"Rochelle? Are you there?"

I get up and wipe my tears. I walk slowly to the door and turn the knob.

"Amy?"

"Hi. Um … can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure," I reply and step aside. My heart is pounding as she walks in, and I close the door behind her. "How did you find me?"

"I had to ‘convince' your colleague to tell me. You owe me fifty bucks …"

I laugh through the tears as I imagine Amy bribing my colleague, round the back of the restaurant next to the bins, with a fifty between her fingers and a cigarette in her other hand, like something out of a noir movie.

"I'm sorry, Amy … not just about the fifty, but I …"

"Wait … let's sit down."

I nod, and we sit on my rumpled bed. She briefly scans the room, and I'm slightly embarrassed at the state of it. I haven't been up to cleaning or organizing anything lately.

"Rochelle, I need you to listen to what I have to say. Afterwards, there's a question I'm going to ask you, and I need you to be completely honest with me. Can you do that?"

"Yes." I can't read the expression on her face, but I'm so glad we can finally talk about what happened.

"I think I have always known you had a thing for my dad, but I never took it seriously. The way you blush whenever his name comes up and how you talk about his research. Then, that day at the dinner table, I noticed the glances you stole from him.. The fact that you've never paid attention to any of the hot guys who are after you as though you were waiting for someone in particular." Amy removes her coat and bag and places them on the floor. She looks flustered and her face starts to go red. I can see that what she has to say is hard for her.

"I have always wanted my dad to move on and find love," she continues, "but I knew it would have to be with someone who shared similar interests. Part of me imagined you both together, but it felt so impossible, and I wasn't sure how I would feel about it. All those times we talked about our perfect guy, the person you described fit my dad. I guess a part of me has always known." Amy pauses and takes a deep breath. "But when I saw you … with my … dad, I guess I just didn't think about any of those things. I felt betrayed." I nod in response, and continue to listen to what she has to say. "I thought we were close enough for you to tell me if you felt that way. After thinking about it for a few days, I realized that it must have been a struggle for you, too. I'm sorry for the things I said and the way I reacted. I should never have asked you to leave. Forgive me, Rochelle," Tears begin to run down her face. I reach out and hug her tight.

"No…no," I begin to cry too now whilst still holding on tight to her. "I should be asking you for forgiveness. I struggled with telling you, and I wish I had."

She moves back slightly and smiles at me. I smile back, relief washing over me for the first time in so many days.

"Come with me. There's somewhere we need to go."

"Where?"

"Just trust me. It's a special place. Besides, you need to get out of this room."

I hurriedly freshen up and change into a pink blouse and blue jeans.

As soon as we get into the car, she hands me a blindfold.

"What for?"

"It's a surprise. Put it on and don't peep."

"Where are you taking me, Amanda McKnight?" I laugh while securing the blindfold around my head.

"You're being drafted into the Secret Services, and I'm taking you to our top-secret bunker."

I shake my head and playfully jab her. All through the ride, I can't stop thinking about Kevin. I miss him terribly. My whole being cries out for him, but I can't face him. Not right now, at least. I'm just grateful that Amy and I have mended our friendship. We drive for what feels like several hours before Amy suddenly stops.

"We're here," she says excitedly.

"Where exactly is here?" I ask.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I hear her get out of the car. She then opens the passenger door and takes my hand. Suddenly, an irrational fear grips me. What if Amy was pretending all along and getting her revenge on me for sleeping with her father? We walk for a while and then stop. I hear a door sliding open, and she pulls me into it.

"I'll leave you to it," she says and hugs me. I hear the door slide open again and realize she's gone. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, and I frantically untie the blindfold.

"Ohh," I gasp as I find myself in the same minka where Kevin and I had sex for the first time. The place is now decorated with scented candles and flowers. There is a beautiful Japanese bed in the center of the room decked with flowers in a heart shape. I peep outside and suddenly realize that the park is empty. But it's only 8:30pm. This place is usually filled with people.

"Ro?"

I turn and find Kevin standing behind me. It's all coming together now. He had prepared all of this, and the thought of Amy being in on it made my heart swell. I haven't seen him in two weeks, and all I want is to embrace him and never let go.

He walks towards me and takes my hands. "I'm in love with you, Rochelle Mason. I've loved you since you walked into my class, and when I caught you looking into my room the day you moved in with us. I've admired your intelligence and sweet nature for years, but never thought that I would be an object of your affection. I love you, and I want to be with you."

"Ohh Kevin, I love you too," I say and hug him tightly. He tips up my chin and kisses me passionately.

"I've missed you so much," he says as we draw breath.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to face you. I wanted to tell you the truth so many times."

"Don't ever leave me again," he says, before pulling me closer and holding on to me tight.

"I don't intend to," I smile, squeezing him back. I can see over his shoulder the effort he has gone to, to make the place look transformed. "What happened here? How did you do all this?"

"I just rented out the park until tomorrow afternoon,"

"What?! You can do that?"

"Well, let's just say this is one of the few times I have ever had to use my bank account to get what I want," he says and kisses me again, harder this time. I kiss him back with all the longing I have felt for the past few weeks. My body melts and submits to his ravaging touch. We quickly tear off each other's clothes, and he lies me down on the soft silk bed.

He gazes down at my naked body "How is it even possible for you to look even sexier than I remember?" He lies on top of me, the weight of his body on his arms, and so begins his descent. He begins by kissing me softly on my mouth, then to my jaw line. He continues down my neck, leaving a trail mixed with the softness of his tongue and the roughness from his two week old stubble. I know he's had a pretty tough time of it too recently, and his stubbly beard is a reminder of that.

I arch my back, longing for him to touch my breasts. I don't have to wait long, as he rewards me with kisses around my areolas until, finally, putting all of my nipple into his warm wet mouth. He does the same to the other side before kissing down my body until he reaches the wetness between my legs. He places both of my legs over his shoulders and lifts me gently as he inhales me deeply. Then, he slowly licks my bud and wetness. Before too long he's lapping at me and I'm holding on to the back of his head, trying to control the pace. I'm writhing around in ecstasy; I never want this feeling to end.

"Woah, Kevin! You hungry boy."

"Who are you calling boy?" he playfully asks, looking up at me whilst wiping his chin and looking thoughtful. He places a finger inside me and rubs me from inside then to my clit. "I think the correct terminology you're looking for, in fact, is ‘Sir'."

I begin to pant more heavily.

"If you don't address me as Sir, Rochelle, I won't make you cum."

"Oh, please …"

"Please what?"

"Please … Sir … I can't take much more."

Kevin stops rubbing me and places his finger in his mouth.

"Oh Rochelle, you taste so good. I can't wait to feel your tightness around my cock. I'm going to make you cum so hard. But only if you call me Sir …"

He pulls my waist closer to him, so I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. Kevin kneels between my legs and kisses my neck. With one forceful movement of his hips, he thrusts his dick deep inside of me, making me scream out in pleasure.

"Don't forget to call me Sir, Rochelle." This feels like his final warning. I better do as he says.

He moves slowly and carefully, holding on to my butt and waist, his deep dark eyes looking into my own, into my soul.

"Please Sir … please let me cum."

"You want Sir's cock do you? How badly do you want this? How badly do you want me?"

"Oh please Sir … please fuck me … I want you so much." I can't help the loud groans escaping from my mouth. I've yearned for him for so long, I can't take much more.

And with that, he slams into me, over and over again. His relentless pounding sending a warm liquid out of me, drenching his cock as I scream under the weight of my climax, my legs shaking furiously. He screams out my name as his orgasm washes over his entire body. We collapse onto the bed together with his dick still inside me.

"Oh my god! That was incredible!" I gasp, completely overwhelmed by the amazing orgasm that I just experienced. I have never cum like that before.

He laughs, still panting. "You'll have a lot more of that in the coming years." I laugh with him and embrace him, feeling like this is exactly where I am meant to be.

I bite my lip as I look up at him, "Yes … Sir."