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Cheryl froze. Her fingertips hovered over the keyboard. She knew she should just keep typing ‘Custer Comedy Show’ and forget this ever happened. Then she saw all the auto-fill results in the little window below.
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They just kept going, a hundred variations on ‘brunette,’ ‘big ass,’ ‘big tits.’ Her chest went tight, her breathing coming in as though through a straw. She could still hear Patrick moving around the bathroom, closer and closer to being ready.
They weren’t even his searches, she thought wildly. The internet’s just pervy.
Then she saw each search term had a little clock beside it, the links already in the laptop history.
So, maybe they are his searches… That doesn’t mean anything. You don’t look like every curvy girl with brown hair.
Cheryl glanced at the hallway. She knew she shouldn’t, but before she’d even finished the thought, she clicked on the top result. It was a video called ‘insanely hot brunette with big tits fucks roommate.’ It was already purple. Had already been used. Cheryl pounded the sound button just as the porn started playing. A dark-haired woman in a tank top and micro shorts sat giggling on a bed and Cheryl clenched her teeth to keep from gasping.
She might not look like every curvy girl with brown hair, but she definitely looked like this one. The porn star was olive-skinned with big boobs, and they had the same round eyes, chipmunk cheeks, and full lips. With another panicky look at the hallway, Cheryl skipped the video ahead. The girl was suddenly fully naked and being hammered from behind. Her huge tits swayed as a massive cock surged into her pussy. Whoever the roommate was, he was hot. Ripped and tan with a pretty face and shaggy brown hair. His ass flexed as he fucked the girl slow and deep. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth parting in a silent moan…
Cheryl became aware of a weird sound. It was her. She was breathing so fast she was almost panting.
“KitKat?” Patrick called. “Any luck with tickets?”
“Still looking!” she said, exiting the video with trembling fingers. “Almost got ‘em!”
“Okay. I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Sure.”
She went into Patrick’s browsing history. She selected ‘clear data’ and was about to remove the last hour when she had a thought. She went back into the browser and typed ‘MILF.’ Nothing.
She tried ‘older woman.’ Nothing.
‘Cougar.’ Nothing.
Relief engulfed her. She was being paranoid. Egotistical. Guys watched tonnes of porn. Patrick wasn’t just jerking off to girls who looked like her. In real life, he’d been with lots of different women. He didn’t have a type.
Cheryl glanced at the empty hallway, and for reasons she couldn’t justify to herself, typed ‘blonde’ into Patrick’s browser history.
There were no results.
* * *
Present Day
Cheryl lifted her crop top, exposing her breasts. She let the material sit on her collarbones, like some kind of bondage outfit.
Patrick’s pupils dilated, turning his eyes black.
“Take it all the way off,” he said in that rough voice that had haunted her since he’d left her apartment.
Her best friend was sitting on the weights bench like a king on his throne, studying every inch of her like he owned it. Which he’d said he did. He’d written it on her skin, ‘Property of Patrick Normal.’
She peeled the spandex off and let it fall to the floor.
“Shoes.”
