23. *Beep* *Beep*

***Emara Stone***

“Have you done it before?"
He lifts his dark lashes and stares at me with keen interest like a lion finds beauty in the deer. I gulp nervously under his gaze as his eyes scrutinize my every atom, sharply, and very intriguingly.
Slowly, shyness takes the front seat.
"Um... no." I shake my head, red tint glows on my cheeks like a danger siren. "Here, I'll teach you." My heart beats loudly as Ryan takes my hand and keeps it on his warm 7-inch device.
“It's hot." I gasp in surprise as soon as I feel the heat transfer. "Yeah! Everyone says that." Ryan replies huskily beside my ear, which makes me giggle and bite my lips sheepishly.
Though I should have learned this from my friends or from the videos online, I feel a little stupid and excited as Ryan teaches me how to do it. "Get on your knees." Shy at first, I do as he says. "Bend down." I lower my head slowly and bring it closer to his long erect tool.
"Like this?" I ask him immaturely, not sure if I am doing it right.
He nods slightly. His large gorilla hands grip my hand on his hot gadget and slowly slide it down at an angle that I could take it all. "Like this." He purrs slowly. Satisfaction radiating from him like nuclear fission as he gets me into the position he wanted.
I couldn't stop thinking how good he is at this all teaching thing.
He wants me to watch it, imprison the moment in my eyes forever as he takes the initiative. My lips open apart and I lick my lower lip slowly as I concentrate hard on the head.
I gasp as Ryan's grip gets harder and his eyes get darker like a predator on the hunt. My pussy meows under his domineering personality and he takes that moment to capture it forever.
"And that's how you take pictures of cats." Ryan says as he helps me take the perfect shots of kittens in a defined angle on his phone.
The pictures came perfectly in the HDR setting with blur background and highly explicate details. The spiky hair of kitties looks beautiful under the bright light, something I could never do.
"Wow! Thank you so much. I was worried who could teach me to take pictures of my cats." I thank him deeply. "I am always there to teach you." He smiles, his dimples get prominent as his lips curve up appealingly. I couldn't help but smile in return, he is such a kind-hearted and lovely person.
So rare to find nowadays.
"They are beautiful. Can I play with your kitty?" He asks excitedly as if he has never touched a pussy before.
"Of course! They want to be played by you." I reply as I hand him my beloved cats of rainbow colors with three eyes and nine tails. They immediately fly to his lap, curl up in a snake and lay multicolored eggs of different sizes.
* *Beep* *
* *Beep* *
* *Beep* *
Suddenly my eyes shoot open as the annoying sound of alarm clock buzzes beside my ear. I bang my fist right on its head, but that motherfucker won't shut up. With murder in my mind, I rise from my sleeping throne and thoughtfully search for the silent button on the machine.
* *Beep* *
* *Beep* *
I press the button, once, twice, thrice... Ten fucking times, but that bitch won't fucking stop screaming like I am trying to kill it with a saw. "What are you doing?" Ethan burst into my room with an annoying morning face.
"This thing... is not shutting up!" I scream as I slap, mash, squash the clock from all sides hoping some default in the circuit would make it stop.
* *Beep* *
* *Beep* *
"Give me here." Ethan fiercely snatches the screaming machine from my hand, rolls it, and snaps out its cells from the casket. Wow! Smart. I would have been more stupid without him.
Ethan does a big yawn in front of my face as he asks, "Why would you set the alarm so early?"
That suddenly clicks me, why I woke up early for the first time in the history of past ten years of my life? I immediately grab my towel, push the geek aside, and rush inside the bathroom to shower.
*Yes!* Today for the first time in the decade, I'll shower before going to the college. I don't waste much time building action figures or playing with the foam. *I can’t afford to miss today!*
I surf through my cupboard looking for my clothes but other than my old ones I don't find my regular pitch black dark clothes. I can't believe my mother chose this day to wash all of my camouflage clothes that make me look concealed and invisible. I grab the only black tee I find, along with the rest of my clothes, and wear them speedily.
I can’t miss today. Even if a huge asteroid collides with the earth, I'll still go to college. Not even an apocalypse, tsunami, or earthquake can stop me today.
If I didn't go and meet that demon, he will upload all the pages of my book with my name on it. *Save me today, god!*
Slowly my whole life is getting out of syllabus, and I can't even prepare for surprise tests.
I comb my blue hair. The end looks fried, but at least now hardly anyone will recognize me, I guess. My parents badly freaked out last night when they saw my sexy look.
My mother looked like a shocked fish, trying to comprehend when did I get so cool. Whereas my father straight away asked if I was into drugs.
I glance at myself in the mirror, my butt looks round and tight in my old jeans but I cover it up with my tee. I grab my empty bag, throw some books for weight and get down for breakfast. But my steps suddenly freeze on the way as I ask myself the most consequential question..
"Did I brush?" Shit.
I stride back to my room, grab the brush, make it wet, dripping wet and put toothpaste, lots of toothpaste on-“Shit! Fuck FUCK!” I squeal as a great amount of white toothpaste falls on my pitch-black t-shirt. I immediately try to pick it up but instead it spreads all over my tee like clouds.
*Motherfuckingcatsinbikinis!*
I can't believe it. I had one tee. ONE FUCKING TEE and it got spoiled.
I aggressively search deeper through my cupboard for a shirt, blouse, even a scarf would work. Clothes of medieval and ancient ages come out but none of them suits my current personality.
I still can't believe! I woke up early today and now all my time is getting wasted in search of a top. My luck is so bad if I bought a cemetery people would stop dying.
"Got it."
I pick one tee that I had worn on my fifteenth birthday, but now it looks more like a crop top than a t-shirt. It is plain black in color and a red kiss is printed in the middle, giving a rock and roll vibe.
*Perfect! If pooh bear can wear a crop top, so can I.*
I throw the toothpaste stained tee in the piles of medieval clothes and wear my kiss tee. The t-shirt seems a little tight and a little too short for my grown-up ass. It hardly covers my belly button and my seventh-grade boobs look very 3D in them.
*Is this tee from Hogwarts?*
I twist and turn my body in the mirror as I surprisingly glance at the newly developed curves. My thighs look thick and my ass thicker. My stomach looks malnourished and breast looks puffed up like balloons.
No doubt why those bitches were short and tight clothes.
I once again comb my fried blue hair, grab my air-filled bag, and rush down for breakfast. My mother continuously stares at me from far as I gobble my sandwich. She ogles my clothes and hair as she anxiously whispers to my dad, "Where did we go wrong?"
"I am pretty sure it is just the college vibe." My dad whispers back looking at me. I focus on my half-eaten vegetable sub as my mother sobs mutely in the background. "Hey, it's okay we have another one." My dad consoles her. "Oh yes, Ethan! Thank god my Ethan doesn't do anything."
*Are they high on their tea? What are they talking about?*
I ignore their private gossip and complete my breakfast. Suddenly my dad walks up to me, "Hey camp, good morning." I look up at his over smiling face and greet him with the sandwich in my mouth, "Gooo more-ink."
He scrutinizes my palms, arms, and nerves carefully as he asks, "You are still scared of needles, right?"
"Yyaahh." I stare at him, wondering from which side of the bed did he woke up today. "Good. Good." He nods being a little content. I put an apple and bag of chips in my bag and stand up, "Um dad, can you drop me off the college? I am really getting late." He gladly picks the keys and he gives me another bright smile, "Sure."
He paddles on the gas and we hit off the road within minutes.