Chapter 7
Getting Stuck Inside Your Own Head
Gale Fears
Drunk. I was really drunk. I had to be if I was to spend all my time with Stella. It was sickening, having to pretend that I cared about her. It was disgusting to have to kiss her when it was Hillary I wanted. It was torture to be affectionate with her when I wanted nothing to do with her. I couldn’t believe that at one point, I loved her. That at one point, I thought she was the one for me. I never saw what a monster she truly was, I had been so madly infatuated with her. And now that I saw her true colors, I just wanted to push her as far away as possible.
“Gale,” she said. “I think it’s about time we make this public.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, my words slurring.
“Well, it seems your parents still think that you and I are not together,” she said. “I went to visit them recently, and it seemed that they were under the impression that things hadn’t worked out between us. Your father is rather eager for us to be together again, you know. And I can’t help but agree. Plus, the press has been speculating like crazy. Maybe it’s time we made it official; what do you say?”
“Does it matter what I say?” I said. “You are gonna do whatever the fuck you want anyway.”
“I am glad you finally understand what is going on,” she said, pressing her body against mine. "This is how it’s going to be from now on, Gale. You should accept your fate. You do things my way, understood? Or I will spill your deep, dark secret and watch you crash and burn.”
She smirked at me before leaning closer and pressing her lips against mine. I pulled away, but she just tutted and said,
“Don’t forget, I have you by your balls.”
With that, she pressed her lips back against mine, and I kissed her back, filled with revulsion. I thought back to Hillary and the night I had spent with her, and my body filled with desire. Stella moaned as my body responded, unaware that it was Hillary I was thinking of.
She pushed me back into the bed and slowly slipped off her shirt, throwing it on the floor. She smirked at me and leaned down to kiss me, and I closed my eyes, imagining Hillary with me. She straddled me, starting to kiss my neck and my shoulders. In my mind, I saw Hillary looking beautiful as she straddled me. Her beautiful, curvy body right in front of me. I could see her breasts, standing firm and strong as she raised her arms overhead. She smiled at me and bit her lip seductively, gazing into my eyes.
“Fuck,” I moaned as I looked at Hillary.
She smirked at me, tempting me with her eyes as she undid my jeans. I felt her hands slowly pulling them down my legs. She grinned at me as she took my throbbing member in her hands and slowly started to stroke me, her hand soft yet firm.
“Shit, that feels good,” I groaned, and Hillary leaned over and kissed the tip of the head. She smirked at me one more time before taking me in her mouth, taking the shaft all the way in.
“Shit!” I groaned as she started to suck on me, harder and faster than before. She looked into my eyes as she did, her lips looking perfect around my thick shift. She slobbered over it, sucking me with all her might as she sucked me off. I felt her mouth against my member, and waves of pleasure started to roll over me. I pressed myself deeper into her mouth, and she deep-throated me, taking me into her throat. I could feel her tongue, her mouth, and the walls of her throat around me, and I felt as if I was soaring in heaven.
She pulled away and slowly straddled me, taking me within her. I felt her walls contracting around me, and then she started to bounce on me. She rode me hard and fast, and I grabbed her waist, feeling the softness of her skin. My hands traced up to her breasts, and I groped them as she moaned and started to move faster.
“Fuck, I am close,” I said, and Hillary smiled at me.
A second later, I felt myself come as pleasure tore through me. I spasmed again and again as my orgasm faded away, and then she got off me. She wrapped her arms around me, snuggling next to me, and I closed my tired eyes. As the pleasure wore off, I realized that the woman next to me wasn’t Hillary from my fantasy but Stella. And yet, I wasn’t willing to come out of the happy dream I had gotten myself into. So, I closed my eyes and just imagined the woman next to me was the one I truly wanted. That it was in her arms that I was lying, and it was her I was with.
