Prologue
“Crystal, baby, I need you to open your eyes. I need you to stay with me. Can you hear me?”
I’m relieved when I see her eyes open, even though it’s just a little.
“Jackson?”
“Yes, baby I’m here.”
“Oh my god, it hurts so bad.”
She could barely get the words out. Her voice is so weak, and her skin is pale. This is all my fault. I should’ve just told her the truth when I had the chance.
“I know baby, help is on the way. I’m so sorry she did this to you, but she will never hurt you again. Look at me, focus on me. The ambulance is almost here, just hold on for me. Please stay with me. I’m right here, baby.”
Just as the paramedics take over, she loses consciousness and her body goes limp in my arms.
Chapter 1
Crystal
Sisters for life…
7 Years Ago: University of Florida
I stumble into my dorm room and fall flat on my face. Dammit all to hell!
“Let me help you with those.” I hear the voice of my savior through the mound of bags and debris.
“Thank you so much,” I say.
“I’ll help too,” comes another voice.
After distributing my belongings, we place everything on a bed in the corner.
“I hope you don’t mind the space, its first dibs, and we both got here early. I’m Chassity, by the way, and this is April.”
“Nice to meet you both, I’m Crystal. Sorry for the mishap at the door, I didn’t want to make another trip to my car.”
Chassity is gorgeous! Caramel colored skin, mounds of curly hair, and a body that most women would kill for! April is beautiful! Sun kissed skin, thick waves of Auburn hair that almost touch her waist, and a tiny athletic body.
“No worries about the space, it’s perfect. I’m just ready to get the semester started and learn my way around campus.”
We talk about our majors and interests as I start unpacking my things. We have more in common than I imagine. I’m so thankful because I was scared shitless when I got here.
Although I’m not far from home, it’s far enough that I feel alone and a little insecure. I told my parents that I wanted to make the trip alone to get used to being on my own and forging my own path. I’ve always thrived that way. They only agreed if I called them every hour and called as soon as I arrived on campus.
“Hey guys, do you mind taking a picture with me to show my parents that I got here safe and sound?”
They both run over to me and say, “Of course!”
We gather in close and I snap the pic. I look at it and smile, not knowing that these two would be my Sisters for life.
Chapter 2
Crystal
Present Day
Waking up in Jeffrey’s arms is wonderful as always. He’s still sleeping, so I lay here staring at the ceiling thinking about my schedule for today. I have a meeting first thing this morning with the owner of the new club that is opening up downtown. Then this afternoon, I have a meeting with an up-and-coming celebrity. They both want to do a feature in my magazine, All Things L. A. Anyone wanting to get some exposure comes to me to help make that happen. The magazine is performing well, and I’ve been nominated for Advertiser of the Year. I’m very excited and I hope my team’s hard work pays off. It’s an honor to just be nominated, but it would be amazing to win the award. When I first started this venture, I was determined to be the best. With hard work, an amazing team of people, and determination, I’ve made that happen. My thoughts are interrupted when Jeffrey’s morning wood starts poking me in my ass.
“Good morning gorgeous,” he says.
“Good morning babe, did you sleep well?”
“Yes, how about you?”
“I slept ok, I have a lot on my mind.”
He turns me over and looks me in my eyes and says,
“If you’re worried about that award, you don’t need to. Everyone knows you have the best magazine in L.A.”
I smile and say, “you really think so?”
“Of course, I do. You work hard to bring the latest and greatest happenings in the area and that’s one of the reasons why you were nominated. Now, stop worrying and let me help you relax a little before you go to work.”
Jeffrey moves on top of me and once again, I go through the motions and pretend that I’m enjoying this. It’s not that he’s bad, it’s more like he’s boring. As much as I love him, he’s not very adventurous in our love making. It’s so redundant that I know exactly what’s going to happen when we have sex. He never likes to explore and sometimes, I feel like he’s only doing it because he thinks that’s what I expect. I do my best not to show my disappointment, but that’s becoming difficult. I love our friendship more than this relationship and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. It’s always slow and we’ve only done missionary. It doesn’t help that I read erotic literature either. I often fantasize about what it would be like for a man to pull my hair, slap my ass, and pound into me from behind. I let the fantasy take over as he softly kisses me, whispering,
“I love you,” against my lips.
I feel so guilty having fantasies while we make love, but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do! He kisses along my neck and collarbone and I moan. It feels good and I decide to fully lose myself in the moment. It’s slow, beautiful, and sensual. I should count myself lucky. He’s attentive and I do occasionally orgasm, but lately I’ve been struggling to enjoy any part of this. My body is craving so much more, and I need to talk to him before it goes too far. I don’t want to hurt him, and I would rather have him as a friend than lose him altogether.
Surprisingly, the tension I was feeling slowly fades and I let my mind drift to thoughts of pain with pleasure. My body has been craving pain and the delicious ache that comes with it. I’ve fantasized many times of being tied up and spanked. The rope cutting into my skin as I’m being fucked. It’s so raw and I pinch my nipples as my body reacts to my thoughts. I should be ashamed for my wandering thoughts, but I need it to make this feel good. The orgasm hits me fast and hard and it has nothing to do with Jeffrey. I hate that he thinks this was from him alone and that’s why we need to have that talk. His release soon follows, along with the standard little kisses, and then we cuddle for a few minutes.
“I better get up and get started,” I say. He reluctantly lets me go as I drag my ass to the bathroom.
I run the shower a little hotter to relieve the tight muscles in my shoulders.
“Hey babe, are you ok?” Jeffrey asks.
“Yes, just a little stressed with deadlines and this upcoming celebrity interview. This is a huge step for my magazine, and I don’t want to blow it.”
“You’re going to be great as always, so don’t worry. You’ve got this!”
As I step out of the shower, Jeffrey grabs a towel from the warming cubby and wraps it around my body. Kissing me, he gives me more encouraging words and tells me he’s going to start the coffee. This is why I love our friendship. He always says the right thing and he cares about my worries, even the small ones.