Captivated

I pulled the bag open and looked inside, expecting to see some off-color shit, but all that was in there was a book, looked like a journal or a diary and…clothes? That’s odd. Why is she hiding clothes? It was only one outfit, a long-sleeved tee-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Nothing risqué that she would need to hide from the demented nuns that teach in those places, and I should know because I’ve been to catholic school. I took out the book and turned it over in my hand. There was a lock on it, which only raised my suspicions more.

I spent ten minutes trying to open the shit with no luck until Dray held out his hand. “Let me have a crack at it.” I passed it to him reluctantly. “You know her birthday?” Of course, I did, because I’ve turned into a sap.

I gave it to him. “Wouldn’t that be a bit too obvious? What would be the point?” He ignored me and fiddled around with it, and the shit opened. “How’d you do that, it’s the first thing I tried.”

“My little sister had one of those things; she just turned around the numbers in her birthday, mixed them up a little.”

“You read your sister’s diary?”

“Yes!” This fuck!

He passed the book back to me, and I opened it and flipped through to the last few entries. “The fuck is this?” Is my baby dyslexic? I couldn’t make sense of what the fuck I was looking at.

“Let me see!” He held his hand out, and I passed it back to him. He read two lines and sat up straight in his chair. “Damien, pen and paper.” It was the tone in his voice that set me off.

“What is it?”

“Caesar cipher.”

“What” Why the hell would an eighteen-year-old girl need that shit?”

“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.” We spent the better part of the morning into the afternoon decoding that shit. It was meticulous work, and I still didn’t know what the hell she was trying to hide by the time it was time to go get her.

I’d missed lunch without noticing, and nothing had been done as far as business goes, but at least we’d made some headway in deciphering what she’d written. All that was left was to put it all together. “Let’s put the bag back just in case; we can always get again later.”

We left to go get her and barely made it back in time for him to put the bag back before she came walking out the gate with the rest of the horde. The smile on her face when she saw me helped unravel some of the knots in my gut, but not all. I have a very bad feeling about what she’d written in that diary.

“Hi baby, had a good day?” I took the backpack off her shoulder and let her into the car before walking around to my side. “It was fine. I’m almost done with high school, just four more days.” She didn’t sound too excited, but I didn’t push. I had the notes we’d taken from the diary in the trunk waiting to go over them tonight after I take her home.

I held her hand in mine for the short drive to my place and walked her into the elevator. The door was barely closed behind us before I had her pressed up against the wall with my tongue in her mouth and my hands on her ass.

I’d almost forgotten how good she tastes. Or what the taste of her does to me. That quick, just the feel of her fine ass beneath my hand and the taste of whatever gloss she’d put on her lips had my dick hard as fuck. In the back of my mind, I was wondering how this shit works.

How is it that you can sample pussy from the age of fifteen and get stumped by one twelve years later. My cynical ass use to think they were all the same, until her. The doors opened behind me, and I felt my way around, refusing to let go of her lips.

I kissed her all along the wall until we reached the door to my place, and I had to let her go long enough to put the code in to get inside. I dropped her bag just inside the doorway and attacked her clothes, being careful not to lose any buttons.

“Damn, I missed these.” I pulled her bra aside so I could get at her tits, which were just as magnificent as her ass and feasted with teeth and tongue. There was an edge to her need today, something I hadn’t noticed before.

I noticed it in the way she held my head against her breast, the way she pushed her nipple forcefully against my tongue. And when I pushed my hand beneath her skirt, my shy girl opened up her legs to give me easy access without needing to be told.