Swarm of Sorostitutes
After our disaster of a movie night, I decided that I was just going to have to do the project by myself. Dr. Marley had made it pretty clear that it wasn’t a traditional group project, anyway. We both had to turn in separate outlines and essays, so I didn’t see why I had to actually work with Bella. I was sure working with her wouldn’t help me earn a higher grade, anyway.
Over the weekend, I drove back to Tulsa and picked up my copy of the Sorcerer’s Stone, since I actually hadn’t brought it to school with me. I brought a lot of books that weren’t for my classes, but for whatever reason, I had decided to leave my Harry Potter books at home. After that quick trip home to pick it up, I decided to dive right into reading it the next week. I had read it so many times that I wasn’t sure I even needed to do it again, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to flip through it and take a few notes. I doubted it would take me more than one evening to do that.
I had really hoped to see Zac after spending the weekend away from him, but he apparently had a huge lab report due, so instead I found myself spending Monday night tucked into my bed rereading the first Harry Potter book for what was probably the twentieth time. Okay, that might have been a slightly exaggeration, but not by much.
After reading the books that many times, I knew Harry Potter inside and out. Even though I looked more like a Weasley, Hermione had always been my favorite character. Molly used to tease me about how I thought of Zac and I like Ron and Hermione, but the big difference there—aside from hair color—was that Zac and I clearly weren’t together. Still, Ron and Hermione were my favorites and during the worst of my teenage crush, I did like to pretend Zac and I would someday turn out like them. That someday Zac would wake up and admit what he felt for me. I could have done without him pursuing Lavender–or in this case, Bella–first, though.
In my fantasy, I wasn’t sure exactly who Taylor would be. Although I supposed it wasn’t really a fantasy if Taylor was there. He certainly wasn’t Harry. More like Draco, really.
When my brain started casting all of my friends as Harry Potter characters, I knew it was getting too late. My brain got silly late at night, and I wasn’t even focusing on reading the book anymore–although, again, it wasn’t like I really needed to. On the other hand, I had stopped taking notes, so I definitely wasn’t accomplishing anything. I set my book and notebook aside and decided just to go to bed. I was so tired that only minutes after turning off the light and slipping under the covers, I was asleep.
I was running up a seemingly endless staircase. At first I thought I was running from someone or something, but then I heard a voice. I would know that voice anywhere. I was running toward him. The guy I always felt like I was running to but never reaching.
As I climbed higher and higher, the stairs curved and shifted, just like the stairs in Hogwarts. I could still hear Zac’s voice calling out to me, but every time I thought I was getting closer to him, the stairs shifted again and his voice drifted away. Finally, when I could run no more, I sat down on the stairs. They heaved another groan and shifted again, and I waited to see if I would move further away from Zac’s voice. I didn’t.
A door appeared in front of me and I waited to see if I would be moved away from it. When I wasn’t, I cautiously opened the door, hoping that none of Hogwarts’ terrors lay behind it. A dark, lusciously decorated bedroom was revealed, and laying in the middle of the four poster bed was Zac.
“You’re finally here,” he said softly.
“I’ve been here all along,” I replied.
Zac gave me a thoughtful look. “Maybe I just noticed.”
He beckoned me to come closer and I wasted no time obeying. Surprising myself with my lack of shame, I crawled onto the bed and up Zac’s body, coming to rest on his lap. He was soft and warm beneath me, but a solid, strong presence. When he reached out to touch my arm, his hand felt like it was on fire and branding my skin. He trailed his hand up my arm, then my shoulder, finally bringing it to rest on my cheek.
“Georgie,” he whispered.
“What?” I asked, but he didn’t answer.
He moved his hand around to the back of my neck and pulled me down. Our lips met and it was nothing like the few kisses we had shared as young teenagers experimenting. His tongue parted my lips, somewhat forcefully, probing the inside of my mouth like he was trying to get to know every inch of it. His hands roamed my body in the same way, pulling my clothing off and running over each inch of flesh exposed to him.
I grew bold and reached for Zac’s shirt, grabbing the hem of it and pulling it over his head. I had seen his naked chest a thousand times before, but never like this. Zac lifted me up slightly to help me remove his pants, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. I let my hair fall over my face so that I couldn’t see his reaction as I shed my underwear.
“Look at me,” he commanded, but his voice was still gentle and soothing.
When I did, he was naked as well, and there was no doubt left as to whether or not he wanted me. He placed his big, strong hands on my thighs and pulled me back into his lap. With my legs spread to wrap around his, I could feel his dick pressing against me. The feeling made me jump a little, but Zac held me in place, not allowing me to move from my position.
He kissed my neck to distract me as he pulled me closer and closer, his dick pressing harder and harder against me until finally I felt it slip inside. It stung, but I bit my lip to give myself something else to focus on. The pain only lasted a second, soon replaced by nothing but pure ecstasy.
“Oh, Georgie,” he moaned, his hands still gripping my hips tightly and setting a pace for me.
I wanted to say something in reply to that, but I couldn’t form any words at all. I gripped his shoulders for some sort of leverage and tried to roll my hips to imitate Zac’s movements. I could feel nothing but his fingernails digging into my skin and the burning heat of him inside of me. It was almost unbearable. My eyes clamped shut on their own, even though I wanted to watch him. I wanted to see this and know it was real. When I felt my orgasm coming on, I forced myself to open my eyes, but what I saw wasn’t Zac.
It was Taylor.
He smirked, and my stomach turned at the sight of him. I was too far gone, though, and he was holding me in place, slamming my body down against his. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and I was powerless to stop it. Taylor threw his head back, his hair deceptively halo-like against the headboard, and I felt him shudder. I wanted to pull away from him and run and I wanted to stay right there and watch Taylor orgasm. I wanted Zac. I wanted Taylor. I wanted–
“Wake up, bitches!”
The sound of unfamiliar voices and fists pounding on the door jolted me awake. I was coated sweat, no doubt because of my hot and disturbing dream. As the voices continued to scream outside our door, I glanced at my clock. None of this, least of all the dream, made any sense. It was two in the morning. I barely even remembered setting my book aside and going to bed.
Finally, it dawned on me that I should probably open the door. Even though I was sure I looked like hell and I didn’t want anyone to see me like that, it was really the least of my concern while my head was still spinning from that dream. With shaky legs, I pulled myself out of bed and padded off toward the front door to our suite.
Molly and Peyton were both emerging from their rooms, looking equally as sleepy and confused as I felt. The pounding on the door continued, and I finally realized that the high pitched voices were now chanting the same word over and over.
Delta. Delta. Delta.
Against my better judgment, I unlocked the door and stepped back. A swarm of nearly identical girls in hot pink matching t-shirts bearing the Tri Delta logo invaded the apartment, still chanting their annoying little chant.
“Where’s Bella Brown?” One of them asked, wielding a huge plastic tiara and feather boa.
Wordlessly, I pointed toward Bella’s bedroom, which she had finally emerged from. I was beginning to think that girl could sleep through the apocalypse. Yet she somehow looked perfect even then, in her pink silk pajamas with not a single hair out of place.
“Congratulations!” One of the girls said as the tiara was placed on Bella’s head. “You’re officially a Delta Delta Delta pledge!”
Bella clapped and squealed, looking to the three of us as though she thought we might share in her enthusiasm. We just stared back at her. She didn’t seem deterred at all, still smiling and giggling as she was swept up in the sea of sorority girls. With Bella in tow, they finally left, slamming the door behind them without so much as a goodbye.
“Did you girls just see a swarm of sorostitutes in here or am I sleepwalking again?” Peyton asked.
I snatched a pink feather between my fingers as it floated through the air. “No, you were definitely not imagining things. Unfortunately.”
“On the bright side,” Molly said, “it might get Bella out of our hair.”
Somehow, I had a feeling we weren’t going to be that lucky.