Page 20 of My Tutor, My Stalker

“Hey, Bill says you haven’t been responding to his texts. Mom and Dad are literally planning your wedding. Can you at least try, after all that I went through to get you a date with him?” I hate that his tone is accusing. Now that I look at him carefully, I realize he’s always been selfish. “The boys are going out tonight. You can join us if you want. Bill’s girlfriend will be there too.”

“Bill has a girlfriend?” My eyes widen.

“Yeah, since the start of college. She’s really hot too.”

“But…he’s supposed to be marrying me.”

“Elsie.” George raises his hand, patting my hair. “You know how high society marriages work. Fidelity isn’t part of the agreement. Bill will marry you, get you pregnant and once you have two kids, you can get your pleasure elsewhere. A man can’t give up his needs just because he has a wife.”

I scoff. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “That’s called cheating, brother.”

“Well, cheating is a part of marriage,” he says. “Now, if you want Bill to take you seriously, you need to show up tonight.”

My heart thuds violently. What was I thinking? There’s no way I can go through with a marriage like that. Not when there’s a man who loves me more than anything, a man who gave up on revenge to choose me. My eyes get a little glassy.

“Why’re you crying?” George asks. “You’ve been a little mushy these days. Is it because you’re graduating?”

“It’s PMS.” I lie.

“Well, I hope to see you at the party tonight. I’ll send you the location.” George bows out before I display any more feminine emotions. Alone inside my room, everything becomes very clear.

I never belonged in this house. I still don’t. There is no way I can choose a future with Bill. Not when I still love Ronan.

I lock the door and open my drawer to find the camera I hid away. I didn’t want Mom and Dad to know what Ronan had done, so I just debugged my room and hid all the cameras. However, as I pull one out, and place it on the bookshelf, a thrill travels through my spine. This time, my stalker will know that I’m watching him too.

I close the window blinds and pull off my clothes until I’m standing in nothing but my bra and panties. I chose a black one that contrasts my pale skin, drawing attention to my pink nipples. I set the camera up and then, I turn it on. A red light flashes, letting me know it’s recording. I sit back on my bed, turning my ass to the camera as I reach for my phone. I push my bra cups down, my nipples popping out. Turning to the camera, I touch myself, rolling and playing with my nipples until they’re aroused into hard little beads. As I thrust my chest up, watching my tits jiggle, I know Ronan is watching me. When a message pings, I smile.

Ronan: What the fuck are you doing, Elsie?

I pluck my nipples again, smiling at the camera before I unclasp my bra and throw it to the floor. My perky breasts bounce free, my nipples hard for Ronan’s gaze.

Ronan: Fuck, baby, I’ve missed seeing those perfect tits.

Oh yeah, he’s into it. I move my chest, watching my breasts jiggle. I can imagine him getting hard, I can hear his sexy growl. He always sounds like that when he’s dying to possess me. I cup my tits, squeezing them for him.

Ronan: Please tell me this is what I think it is.

His words are hopeful, desperate and I want to tell him that he’s right. But I want to tease him first.

Elsie: I’m putting on a show for my stalker. I just realized I love being watched.

I wait for his reply, hopefully, touching myself. My pussy begins to get moist, the need for my stalker filling me up. Just the image of him makes me go hot all over.

Ronan: Yeah? I could watch you all day.

It’s when I read those words that I realize how much he loves me. He must’ve spent a lot of time watching me doing boring things like homework and just sleeping.

I reach for my panties and pull them off too. When I open my legs, baring my wet pussy, a smile lights up my face. I reach for my phone, turning my body around so that my ass is in the air, my pussy in direct line with the camera. My bare tits hit the bedsheets, my phone in hand as I type out my message.

Elsie: Are you touching yourself to the sight of me?

Ronan: No, I’m driving to your house so that I can touch you for real.

My pussy clenches on camera at the thought of seeing him again. God, I’ve missed him so much.

Ronan: Be naked when I arrive.

His possessive commands are making slick drip down my slit. I push my fingers between my legs, touching my swollen folds and giving him a sex tape he’ll remember. My pussy feels extra-sensitive when I rub my clit, making me wonder if the reason I’m feeling so needy is because I haven’t been touched by Ronan in weeks. But then, another idea comes to me.

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