Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
A familiar tingling at the base of my spine tells me I’m getting close and as much as I want this to last forever because fuck, it’s amazing, I want to come, too. I want to come with her pretty face in my mind’s eye.
So I let go, giving in. The rush hits me all at once, like a wave with the power to knock me down and pull me under into sweet, blissful darkness. Cum coats my fist and is washed away, but more replaces it in spurt after spurt until my balls are drained, and my body actually feels a little weak. My ears are ringing, and my heart is racing out of control by the time I slump against the cool tile wall. I’m breathless. I’m wiped out.
Holy fuck. Never, ever since I first discovered what my dick was for have I ever come that hard. Until it was almost a little scary. Like I broke something.
It can’t be because I was thinking of her. Can it?
Who am I kidding? It had to be. She’s the only thing that’s different from any of the other hundreds of times I’ve jerked off. I fucked my fist to the thought of her and came like a goddamn geyser.
And I don’t know what it means.
Chapter 6
Tamson
“Why is this happening?”
There is nobody in my bedroom to answer that question. Nobody to hear the anxious tremble in my voice. Nobody sees the tears filling my eyes and threatening to fall.
I’ve only been awake for half an hour, but it’s been the longest half hour ever. I’m pretty sure I have experienced every human emotion since I woke up, then picked up my phone to scroll through some social media stuff for a while. My way of slowly getting into the day.
It was weird when I found that I was logged out of my accounts, since I never log out. I figured it was an app update thing, no big deal.
Things got a little worse when my passwords didn’t work.
And by the time I requested reset links that never made it to my inbox, my heart was starting to pound.
Now I look back at the bed, where I left the phone once I got up to try on my desktop. I don’t know what that was supposed to accomplish. I guess I was still trying to tell myself there was something wrong with the phone. The way you flail around sometimes when the situation doesn’t make sense and you have to add everything together.
A fresh wave of bitter tears sting behind my eyes and threaten to come rolling down my cheeks while I stare helplessly at the computer screen. Why? Why can’t I log into my damn accounts? Why can’t I reset my passwords?
I mean, it’s pretty easy to figure out. Somebody hacked me. I understand the logistics of it.
I don’t understand why.
Just like I don’t understand why, after I created a dummy account just for the sake of logging in and seeing if there’s anything up with my page, I found the most heinous, vile meme imaginable. A meme featuring my face, dead center.
That awful, ugly picture! The thought of it makes me gag on hot, acrid bile. How is there a photo of me kneeling in front of a guy with his dick in my hand? I know it’s not real. I’ve never done anything like that, for starters. I’ve never touched a dick, much less smiled while somebody took a picture. But whoever set it up did a disgustingly good job of making it look real. Who has that kind of time?
And why me, dammit? Maybe I’m focusing on the question more than I should but it’s sort of important. Why? I’ve never done anything to hurt anybody. I don’t even know that many people. I don’t have any real friends, since having to pretend to be happy and normal for more than maybe an hour at a time—if that—is absolutely exhausting. Nobody wants to hang out with the girl who is always feeling down. I never learned how to be like the rest of them, and at this point in my life, I doubt I ever will.
In other words, my social circle is more like a pinpoint. There is, like, no opportunity for me to hurt or offend anybody when I never talk to anybody.
But still, there are people at school going out of their way to do this. That’s who it has to be, right? Like that vile girl who tripped me in the cafeteria—Tiana something, I think is her name. And not a single person came to my defense. Even the ones who didn’t laugh just sat there and did nothing, said nothing.
How am I supposed to win when I have no allies?
The clock is ticking. I need to get ready for school. How am I supposed to show my face there today? That post has been shared twenty-three times in the past hour. I’m sure somebody from school has to be behind it, and that other people are the ones spreading it around, encouraging each other to humiliate me. All because I had the audacity to show up in their otherwise perfect world.