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Your story continues to be unique. Can’t say that chopped off dicks are exactly enticing to me.
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They don't do anything for me either, and a real chopped off dick would probably horrify Alex. She's just using hyperbole to describe how she feels, and she couldn't help having weird dreams.Shocker wrote: Mon Jul 28, 2025 1:52 am Your story continues to be unique. Can’t say that chopped off dicks are exactly enticing to me.
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On Monday Alex overhears a group of guys talk about Mark. They aren't even close to realizing the truth. She goes to her college algebra class and subtly triggers her first victim Daniel.
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Chapter 15 - Whispers of Trauma
On Monday I walked through the student union and heard laughter. Usually I would just ignore it or burn with silent embarrassment if it seemed like the laughter was directed at me. This time, I heard the name Mark. Was it my Mark? I silently slipped into a chair where I could overhear the conversation and pretended to be just another girl browsing her phone.
“That’s pretty lightweight stuff man.” Shoot, I missed the part where they talked about Mark. Then I saw Stan in my peripheral vision heading toward the group of guys. Maybe my timing wasn’t so bad after all. “What up, fellas?” “Dude, Stan, did you hear about Mark Friday night?” Stan bellowed a laugh, “Everyone by now has heard. Dude got so drunk he took off his clothes outside the fraternity house and then wanked himself into a coma.” A smile of sweet satisfaction curled my lips. That wasn’t what happened at all, these guys had no idea I assaulted Mark. I continued the appearance of scrolling through social media while my ears caught every word.
“I heard he was traumatized by something. Someone said he had the look of a wounded gazelle,” one of the guys said solemnly. Stan laughed louder “I’d be traumatized too if I was found butt ass naked with my junk in my hands outdoors. Bro clearly can’t handle his alcohol and is probably addicted to porno.” A third guy spoke up. “Who isn’t addicted to porno?” That statement elicited bellowing laughter from all the guys in the group. “You know what I mean,” Stan said after he regained his composure “so addicted that you fuck a wall while drunk.” Even I had to laugh at that one. The guys roared so loud that no one noticed I was laughing too.
I settled back in my chair and reveled in their complete ignorance. They had constructed their own narrative about what happened to Mark, one that painted him as a pathetic drunk who couldn't control himself. Perfect. The further from the truth they were, the safer I was. “Maybe we should check on him though,” the solemn voiced guy from earlier suggested, his voice carried a note of genuine concern. “I mean, he wasn’t at the party Saturday and I heard he didn’t leave his room Sunday.” The concern in that one guy's voice should have made me feel something. Guilt, maybe, or some kind of remorse. Instead, I felt a twisted sense of pride. Mark was so broken by what I'd done to him that he couldn't even function normally. Part of me shuddered. What kind of creature had I become?
Stan laughed and replied “Bro’s probably just embarrassed as hell. He’s probably gonna lay low for a week until someone else who can’t handle their alcohol gets too fucked up and does something worse.” A fourth gruff voice chimed in “Dude, what’s worse than fucking a wall and passing out naked?” Solemn voiced guy chimed in “Fucking poison ivy and getting a rash on your junk.” Laughter bellowed out. “Wait wait, what if he didn’t fuck the wall,” Gruff Voice said after their laughter died down “what if it was the ghost of Cook Manor.” More laughter. I nearly choked as I suppressed the urge to laugh uncontrollably to the point I would be noticed.
The group then dispersed because it was time to head to different classes. I headed to my college algebra class. My body tingled with delight. I had gotten away with it again. This time nobody even said the r word. A feeling of invincibility radiated through my core. I took my seat and saw Daniel in his own. My Daniel, my very first victim. He looked like he wasn’t really present. My body hummed in satisfaction as I remembered him as my rape cherry.
A devilishly wicked idea came to mind after I saw him, and I acted on impulse. Slowly I rose from my seat and sat next to him in the back row. He had his head down and didn’t notice me. “Hey,” I said “noticed you haven’t been in class. Do you need the notes?” Daniel looked up. His eyes flashed through multiple emotions when he saw me, too fast for me to catch them. “N…n…no I’m ok…” he stuttered, “g…g…got them already.” I faked a nice smile, then whispered “I’ve got a secret.”
Daniel’s reaction was immediate. The color drained from his face. His hands shook. Fear radiated out of his eyes. Sweat became visible on his brow. “Professor,” I said in my best fake concerned voice. “I think Daniel’s having a panic attack.” “Dang it,” another male classmate said “not again,” then he muttered under his breath “Ever since last week.” Louder he told the professor “I’m his friend I’ll take him to the nurse and come back.”
I quickly slipped back to my seat, the darkness within me overjoyed at what I had done. Three simple words, “I've got a secret,” and I'd reduced him to a quivering mess. The power was intoxicating. I felt like I could walk through walls, like nothing could touch me. Daniel was practically carried out of the classroom by two guys, and nobody looked like they suspected me at all!
“Alright, let's get started, I’ll go a little slower until they get back.” the professor said as he slowly wrote an equation down. I barely heard a word for the rest of class. My mind was too busy on Daniel’s reaction. The rush of power from seeing Daniel's breakdown carried me through the rest of that Monday. Even when the professor droned on about quadratic equations, I couldn't stop remembering the moment over and over. The memory made my pussy tingle.
That evening, Sums noticed my unusually good mood. "You seem different today," she said, quite chipper herself. "Like, really happy about something." I shrugged and played it casual. “Just had a good day in all my classes.” Sums then proceeded to tell me about her day. I smiled and nodded along, my mind invigorated with the knowledge I had gotten away unscathed.
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On Monday Alex overhears a group of guys talk about Mark. They aren't even close to realizing the truth. She goes to her college algebra class and subtly triggers her first victim Daniel.
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Chapter 15 - Whispers of Trauma
On Monday I walked through the student union and heard laughter. Usually I would just ignore it or burn with silent embarrassment if it seemed like the laughter was directed at me. This time, I heard the name Mark. Was it my Mark? I silently slipped into a chair where I could overhear the conversation and pretended to be just another girl browsing her phone.
“That’s pretty lightweight stuff man.” Shoot, I missed the part where they talked about Mark. Then I saw Stan in my peripheral vision heading toward the group of guys. Maybe my timing wasn’t so bad after all. “What up, fellas?” “Dude, Stan, did you hear about Mark Friday night?” Stan bellowed a laugh, “Everyone by now has heard. Dude got so drunk he took off his clothes outside the fraternity house and then wanked himself into a coma.” A smile of sweet satisfaction curled my lips. That wasn’t what happened at all, these guys had no idea I assaulted Mark. I continued the appearance of scrolling through social media while my ears caught every word.
“I heard he was traumatized by something. Someone said he had the look of a wounded gazelle,” one of the guys said solemnly. Stan laughed louder “I’d be traumatized too if I was found butt ass naked with my junk in my hands outdoors. Bro clearly can’t handle his alcohol and is probably addicted to porno.” A third guy spoke up. “Who isn’t addicted to porno?” That statement elicited bellowing laughter from all the guys in the group. “You know what I mean,” Stan said after he regained his composure “so addicted that you fuck a wall while drunk.” Even I had to laugh at that one. The guys roared so loud that no one noticed I was laughing too.
I settled back in my chair and reveled in their complete ignorance. They had constructed their own narrative about what happened to Mark, one that painted him as a pathetic drunk who couldn't control himself. Perfect. The further from the truth they were, the safer I was. “Maybe we should check on him though,” the solemn voiced guy from earlier suggested, his voice carried a note of genuine concern. “I mean, he wasn’t at the party Saturday and I heard he didn’t leave his room Sunday.” The concern in that one guy's voice should have made me feel something. Guilt, maybe, or some kind of remorse. Instead, I felt a twisted sense of pride. Mark was so broken by what I'd done to him that he couldn't even function normally. Part of me shuddered. What kind of creature had I become?
Stan laughed and replied “Bro’s probably just embarrassed as hell. He’s probably gonna lay low for a week until someone else who can’t handle their alcohol gets too fucked up and does something worse.” A fourth gruff voice chimed in “Dude, what’s worse than fucking a wall and passing out naked?” Solemn voiced guy chimed in “Fucking poison ivy and getting a rash on your junk.” Laughter bellowed out. “Wait wait, what if he didn’t fuck the wall,” Gruff Voice said after their laughter died down “what if it was the ghost of Cook Manor.” More laughter. I nearly choked as I suppressed the urge to laugh uncontrollably to the point I would be noticed.
The group then dispersed because it was time to head to different classes. I headed to my college algebra class. My body tingled with delight. I had gotten away with it again. This time nobody even said the r word. A feeling of invincibility radiated through my core. I took my seat and saw Daniel in his own. My Daniel, my very first victim. He looked like he wasn’t really present. My body hummed in satisfaction as I remembered him as my rape cherry.
A devilishly wicked idea came to mind after I saw him, and I acted on impulse. Slowly I rose from my seat and sat next to him in the back row. He had his head down and didn’t notice me. “Hey,” I said “noticed you haven’t been in class. Do you need the notes?” Daniel looked up. His eyes flashed through multiple emotions when he saw me, too fast for me to catch them. “N…n…no I’m ok…” he stuttered, “g…g…got them already.” I faked a nice smile, then whispered “I’ve got a secret.”
Daniel’s reaction was immediate. The color drained from his face. His hands shook. Fear radiated out of his eyes. Sweat became visible on his brow. “Professor,” I said in my best fake concerned voice. “I think Daniel’s having a panic attack.” “Dang it,” another male classmate said “not again,” then he muttered under his breath “Ever since last week.” Louder he told the professor “I’m his friend I’ll take him to the nurse and come back.”
I quickly slipped back to my seat, the darkness within me overjoyed at what I had done. Three simple words, “I've got a secret,” and I'd reduced him to a quivering mess. The power was intoxicating. I felt like I could walk through walls, like nothing could touch me. Daniel was practically carried out of the classroom by two guys, and nobody looked like they suspected me at all!
“Alright, let's get started, I’ll go a little slower until they get back.” the professor said as he slowly wrote an equation down. I barely heard a word for the rest of class. My mind was too busy on Daniel’s reaction. The rush of power from seeing Daniel's breakdown carried me through the rest of that Monday. Even when the professor droned on about quadratic equations, I couldn't stop remembering the moment over and over. The memory made my pussy tingle.
That evening, Sums noticed my unusually good mood. "You seem different today," she said, quite chipper herself. "Like, really happy about something." I shrugged and played it casual. “Just had a good day in all my classes.” Sums then proceeded to tell me about her day. I smiled and nodded along, my mind invigorated with the knowledge I had gotten away unscathed.
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The story keeps delivering. I really want to see where you are going with this. I envy you a little for how fast you are able to write these new chapters. I wish you got more feedback on this. :/
The story is starting to give me Life is Strange vibes, just with a darker touch to it. I also like many of the small details you included here, whether it's her taste in music or that her fantasy of smelling the worn underwear of her victim turned out to be just gross.
The one thing that personally didn't work for me are paragraphs like this:
I have a suggestion for an arc in your story. I think I would enjoy a storyline where Sums gets raped and Alex maybe sees it and let's it happen because she gets off on it. But afterwards, she has to really confront how much this hurts Sums when she confidesin her. And that makes her reflect on what she did to her own victims, understanding for the first time how traumatic this is. But Alex' ultimate conclusion is that she decides to revenge rape Sums' rapist. And you could make that rape really difficult. Maybe he is a tall and physically fit guy who doesn't get wasted easily and can't be overpowered by her through strength alone. So she has to get creative. You turn the revenge rape essentially into a carefully planned heist with things going wrong while she's trying to execute her plan and then has to improvise: He almost gets away, he doesn't get hard once she has him tied up in a bed or whatever, etc. I think something like that would be a nice storyline to further dive deep into Alex' psychology and to give her some obstacles and setbacks to add a bit of narrative tension to the mix.
The story is starting to give me Life is Strange vibes, just with a darker touch to it. I also like many of the small details you included here, whether it's her taste in music or that her fantasy of smelling the worn underwear of her victim turned out to be just gross.
The one thing that personally didn't work for me are paragraphs like this:
Maybe that's a me thing, but he exaggerated moaning as part of the narration has never been able to convey the feeling of frantic desperation as a climax draws near. I would prefer more "normal" prose here that mirrored the buildup through the chosen words and sentence structure.I kept going. Faster, faster, oh that’s the spot, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh UH, UH. “Geooff me” he cried and tried to push me off of him. I wrestled his wrists to the ground and pinned them beside him, then kept going. Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, UH, UUUUH, UUUUUH, UUUUH, UUUUH, YES! YES! YES! Up, down, up down, so close. I’M SO CLOSE, YEAH, YEAH, UUUUUH, UUUUUUH, UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH. My body exploded in pure pleasure, more so than the last time.
I have a suggestion for an arc in your story. I think I would enjoy a storyline where Sums gets raped and Alex maybe sees it and let's it happen because she gets off on it. But afterwards, she has to really confront how much this hurts Sums when she confidesin her. And that makes her reflect on what she did to her own victims, understanding for the first time how traumatic this is. But Alex' ultimate conclusion is that she decides to revenge rape Sums' rapist. And you could make that rape really difficult. Maybe he is a tall and physically fit guy who doesn't get wasted easily and can't be overpowered by her through strength alone. So she has to get creative. You turn the revenge rape essentially into a carefully planned heist with things going wrong while she's trying to execute her plan and then has to improvise: He almost gets away, he doesn't get hard once she has him tied up in a bed or whatever, etc. I think something like that would be a nice storyline to further dive deep into Alex' psychology and to give her some obstacles and setbacks to add a bit of narrative tension to the mix.
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Yeah me too, the hardest part now is "what's happening in between." I'm actually stuck on the next chapter wondering what to write about on a Tuesday.Claire wrote: Sat Aug 02, 2025 4:44 pm The story keeps delivering. I really want to see where you are going with this. I envy you a little for how fast you are able to write these new chapters. I wish you got more feedback on this. :/
I'm not familiar with that, looked it up and saw it was a video game. Looks like an interesting one too.The story is starting to give me Life is Strange vibes, just with a darker touch to it.
Yes, I wanted to throw in a slow escalation of her desires. Keep a memento of the occasion, except oops the guy either didn't wipe well or accidentally shat himself. Sometimes reality changes your plans!I also like many of the small details you included here, whether it's her taste in music or that her fantasy of smelling the worn underwear of her victim turned out to be just gross.
I agree with you here. I think it worked the first time and didn't quite work the second. I'll have to work on something different for subsequent rapes, and maybe rewrite the second one.The one thing that personally didn't work for me are paragraphs like this:
Maybe that's a me thing, but he exaggerated moaning as part of the narration has never been able to convey the feeling of frantic desperation as a climax draws near. I would prefer more "normal" prose here that mirrored the buildup through the chosen words and sentence structure.I kept going. Faster, faster, oh that’s the spot, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh UH, UH. “Geooff me” he cried and tried to push me off of him. I wrestled his wrists to the ground and pinned them beside him, then kept going. Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, UH, UUUUH, UUUUUH, UUUUH, UUUUH, YES! YES! YES! Up, down, up down, so close. I’M SO CLOSE, YEAH, YEAH, UUUUUH, UUUUUUH, UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH. My body exploded in pure pleasure, more so than the last time.
This is such a great idea, and it could add so much to Alex's struggle with whether or not she's really bisexual or if she just wants to dominate anyone she can for the sake of power. It also partially solves the problem of "how is Alex going to distance herself from her girl friends without arousing suspicion so that she can go rape a guy."I have a suggestion for an arc in your story. I think I would enjoy a storyline where Sums gets raped and Alex maybe sees it and let's it happen because she gets off on it. But afterwards, she has to really confront how much this hurts Sums when she confidesin her. And that makes her reflect on what she did to her own victims, understanding for the first time how traumatic this is. But Alex' ultimate conclusion is that she decides to revenge rape Sums' rapist. And you could make that rape really difficult. Maybe he is a tall and physically fit guy who doesn't get wasted easily and can't be overpowered by her through strength alone. So she has to get creative. You turn the revenge rape essentially into a carefully planned heist with things going wrong while she's trying to execute her plan and then has to improvise: He almost gets away, he doesn't get hard once she has him tied up in a bed or whatever, etc. I think something like that would be a nice storyline to further dive deep into Alex' psychology and to give her some obstacles and setbacks to add a bit of narrative tension to the mix.
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Re: The CUNT Rapist
Chapter Tags: Nosex, story setup
Content Warnings: Predatory thoughts
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Alex realizes she's falling behind in all of her classes and strives to maintain a sense of normalcy to hide the monster inside of her. By day she is the normal average college girl. By evening she's a hungry predator looking for prey. Sums also has an announcement!
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Chapter 16 A Double Life
I woke up on Tuesday no longer afraid of my dark thoughts. Instead, I embraced them and welcomed the darkness within me. The predator beneath was hidden just like I hid my depression away from everyone else. Sums could tell something was different about me because of course she’s still Sums. The truth though? Sums wasn’t even close, and because it was no longer crippling depression she wasn’t worried enough to hyperfocus on me.
No one seemed to care about Daniel’s panic attack yesterday. The college had a typical Tuesday morning vibe. Students hurried past with coffee cups and backpacks just like always. Conversations droned on. People focused on deadlines they forgot about or a test they had to study for. Normally I would be worried about those things too, but now? Now I was a hidden predator where anyone could be prey.
Did it make me bisexual to include women in my predatory gaze? I was still confused and torn by that part. Part of me really wanted to find out, but I suppressed it. What my pussy really ached for was cock. Women didn’t have cocks. Unless they were transgender. Hmmm, did we have anyone transgender on campus? Hard to say, and inquiries about that sort of thing tend to be noticeable. I couldn’t have someone noticing me for asking odd sorts of questions. The illusion of normalcy needed to be maintained.
Normalcy, the word echoed in my head. It wouldn’t be normal for me to fall behind in class, and was behind in all of them thanks to my obsessive thoughts. But how could I get rid of them now that I entertained them? The answer came to me pretty easily. If I entertained them outside of class time I could live a double life. By day I would be the normal average college girl, but by the evening I’d be a malicious predator searching for prey.
Thankfully I went through that whole thought process before my first class, so I was able to ask someone in each of my classes for a copy of their notes. In my history class, a guy acted a little weird when I came up to him to ask, like he was scared of me or something. The old me would have been bothered by it, but the new predator me shrugged it off since he gave me his notes to copy anyway. Maybe he suspected I did something with Daniel? I made a mental note to not do anything out of the ordinary anymore in history class. Should I consider the guy a potential victim? No, he might already suspect something. I’d better be careful with him around.
In a different class one girl rolled her eyes at me but let me copy the notes I had missed. I spent the rest of the day working on getting caught up in all my classes the best I could. Fortunately the darkness within me cooperated. My dark side loved the idea of living a double life. After I got reasonably caught up and all my classes were done for the day I entertained the dark thoughts like never before.
I found myself in the student union pretending to browse my phone after dinner. Everyone was a potential target, ripe for the taking. The well dressed professor with a suit and tie working on his laptop. He had authority and it would be fun to bring him to his knees. How would he react underneath me? Could I get him inebriated easily? My attention turned towards a fat guy with a neckbeard eating a snack. He looked like an invisible me a few weeks ago. What would it be like to shatter his illusion of invisibility? Would anyone notice two invisible people having sex with each other? My pussy tingled in excitement with that last thought.
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“I have some news,” Sums squealed with excitement when I walked into our dorm room. “Must be good because you’re bouncing all over the walls,” I said with a cracked smile. Sums jumped up and down as she nodded. “I have a boyfriend!” Her face melted into a lovestruck grin. Why did my chest suddenly feel heavy? Was I, was I jealous? “He better treat you right,” I said with the jealously bleeding out. Fortunately she mistook jealousy for me being protective. “I think he will,” she said. “He’s president of the Alpha whatever house so he has a reputation to maintain.” I frowned, “that could go either way,” I pointed out, “he could be a total asshole just to get laughs or he could be a total saint.”
Sums thought about it for a moment. “Good point,” she conceded. “He strikes me as the joking type but I don’t think he’s a total asshole. I’ll be on the lookout though.” “Is it a guy I know,” I asked Sums out of curiosity. She shook her head “Probably not, he’s a junior, his name is Stan.” My eyes widened. Shit. “Blonde guy? About this big?” I gesticulated the height of the Stan I knew in passing. Sums nodded apprehensively. “Did you guys meet already?” My body tensed as I slowly nodded “After my first therapy session he thought I was two girls hugging and almost threw up on my shoes.”
Sums cringed. “Ok that’s pretty bad. Was he drunk?” I nodded, “Yeah his friends were all carrying red solo cups and they teased both him and me about it.” Her body relaxed “Ok, that’s not as bad. It still doesn’t excuse what he did of course.” Her face turned serious “I’ll talk to him about it, what he does next is a great test to see his character.” I felt the tension leave my body. “That’s reasonable.” Sums squealed with delight and gave me a hug. “I feel like he’s a good guy. I hope I’m right.” She withdrew from me then said “Hey, maybe you can get your guy friend you’ve been seeing and we can go on a double date!”
I coughed. “Well…that’s…uuuuh…” Her face softened “Too much?” Phew, I didn’t have to explain myself. “Yes,” I nodded, “that’s a lot of changes at once for someone who was just a few weeks ago mostly isolated.” I don’t know why I had a hard time lying to Sums, but there was just enough truth in there that it didn’t feel like a lie. “Sorry I pushed too hard,” she apologized her face contrite. “Sometimes I don’t know when to quit, so don’t be afraid to stop me if I get that way.” I smiled “Noted, you’re fine. I appreciate all you’ve done for me.”
My heart fluttered as I said that last part. Ok, that combined with the jealous feeling earlier settled it. I had feelings for Sums. Were they romantic feelings? I still wasn’t quite sure of that one because I didn’t think I ever actually had romantic feelings before. Crushes sure, but true love? How do you know when it’s true love? The confusing emotions and thoughts swirled through my head until I fell into a fitful sleep.
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Stan's a good guy - when he's sober
Content Warnings: Predatory thoughts
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Alex realizes she's falling behind in all of her classes and strives to maintain a sense of normalcy to hide the monster inside of her. By day she is the normal average college girl. By evening she's a hungry predator looking for prey. Sums also has an announcement!
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Chapter 16 A Double Life
I woke up on Tuesday no longer afraid of my dark thoughts. Instead, I embraced them and welcomed the darkness within me. The predator beneath was hidden just like I hid my depression away from everyone else. Sums could tell something was different about me because of course she’s still Sums. The truth though? Sums wasn’t even close, and because it was no longer crippling depression she wasn’t worried enough to hyperfocus on me.
No one seemed to care about Daniel’s panic attack yesterday. The college had a typical Tuesday morning vibe. Students hurried past with coffee cups and backpacks just like always. Conversations droned on. People focused on deadlines they forgot about or a test they had to study for. Normally I would be worried about those things too, but now? Now I was a hidden predator where anyone could be prey.
Did it make me bisexual to include women in my predatory gaze? I was still confused and torn by that part. Part of me really wanted to find out, but I suppressed it. What my pussy really ached for was cock. Women didn’t have cocks. Unless they were transgender. Hmmm, did we have anyone transgender on campus? Hard to say, and inquiries about that sort of thing tend to be noticeable. I couldn’t have someone noticing me for asking odd sorts of questions. The illusion of normalcy needed to be maintained.
Normalcy, the word echoed in my head. It wouldn’t be normal for me to fall behind in class, and was behind in all of them thanks to my obsessive thoughts. But how could I get rid of them now that I entertained them? The answer came to me pretty easily. If I entertained them outside of class time I could live a double life. By day I would be the normal average college girl, but by the evening I’d be a malicious predator searching for prey.
Thankfully I went through that whole thought process before my first class, so I was able to ask someone in each of my classes for a copy of their notes. In my history class, a guy acted a little weird when I came up to him to ask, like he was scared of me or something. The old me would have been bothered by it, but the new predator me shrugged it off since he gave me his notes to copy anyway. Maybe he suspected I did something with Daniel? I made a mental note to not do anything out of the ordinary anymore in history class. Should I consider the guy a potential victim? No, he might already suspect something. I’d better be careful with him around.
In a different class one girl rolled her eyes at me but let me copy the notes I had missed. I spent the rest of the day working on getting caught up in all my classes the best I could. Fortunately the darkness within me cooperated. My dark side loved the idea of living a double life. After I got reasonably caught up and all my classes were done for the day I entertained the dark thoughts like never before.
I found myself in the student union pretending to browse my phone after dinner. Everyone was a potential target, ripe for the taking. The well dressed professor with a suit and tie working on his laptop. He had authority and it would be fun to bring him to his knees. How would he react underneath me? Could I get him inebriated easily? My attention turned towards a fat guy with a neckbeard eating a snack. He looked like an invisible me a few weeks ago. What would it be like to shatter his illusion of invisibility? Would anyone notice two invisible people having sex with each other? My pussy tingled in excitement with that last thought.
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“I have some news,” Sums squealed with excitement when I walked into our dorm room. “Must be good because you’re bouncing all over the walls,” I said with a cracked smile. Sums jumped up and down as she nodded. “I have a boyfriend!” Her face melted into a lovestruck grin. Why did my chest suddenly feel heavy? Was I, was I jealous? “He better treat you right,” I said with the jealously bleeding out. Fortunately she mistook jealousy for me being protective. “I think he will,” she said. “He’s president of the Alpha whatever house so he has a reputation to maintain.” I frowned, “that could go either way,” I pointed out, “he could be a total asshole just to get laughs or he could be a total saint.”
Sums thought about it for a moment. “Good point,” she conceded. “He strikes me as the joking type but I don’t think he’s a total asshole. I’ll be on the lookout though.” “Is it a guy I know,” I asked Sums out of curiosity. She shook her head “Probably not, he’s a junior, his name is Stan.” My eyes widened. Shit. “Blonde guy? About this big?” I gesticulated the height of the Stan I knew in passing. Sums nodded apprehensively. “Did you guys meet already?” My body tensed as I slowly nodded “After my first therapy session he thought I was two girls hugging and almost threw up on my shoes.”
Sums cringed. “Ok that’s pretty bad. Was he drunk?” I nodded, “Yeah his friends were all carrying red solo cups and they teased both him and me about it.” Her body relaxed “Ok, that’s not as bad. It still doesn’t excuse what he did of course.” Her face turned serious “I’ll talk to him about it, what he does next is a great test to see his character.” I felt the tension leave my body. “That’s reasonable.” Sums squealed with delight and gave me a hug. “I feel like he’s a good guy. I hope I’m right.” She withdrew from me then said “Hey, maybe you can get your guy friend you’ve been seeing and we can go on a double date!”
I coughed. “Well…that’s…uuuuh…” Her face softened “Too much?” Phew, I didn’t have to explain myself. “Yes,” I nodded, “that’s a lot of changes at once for someone who was just a few weeks ago mostly isolated.” I don’t know why I had a hard time lying to Sums, but there was just enough truth in there that it didn’t feel like a lie. “Sorry I pushed too hard,” she apologized her face contrite. “Sometimes I don’t know when to quit, so don’t be afraid to stop me if I get that way.” I smiled “Noted, you’re fine. I appreciate all you’ve done for me.”
My heart fluttered as I said that last part. Ok, that combined with the jealous feeling earlier settled it. I had feelings for Sums. Were they romantic feelings? I still wasn’t quite sure of that one because I didn’t think I ever actually had romantic feelings before. Crushes sure, but true love? How do you know when it’s true love? The confusing emotions and thoughts swirled through my head until I fell into a fitful sleep.
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Stan's a good guy - when he's sober