Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Please,” I state again, my voice breaking a little. “I’m begging you because she could be in danger.”
The pink-haired girl rolls her eyes once more and lets out another huff of exasperation.
“Okay fine. Only Paisley has the key, but you know these locks. They’re so shitty because this dorm was built in the 1930’s or something. All you need is a hairpin,” she says, pulling one out of her pink locks, “and then you twist it around, and jimmy the lock a bit,” she says, wiggling the hairpin, “and then see, voila! You’re in,” she says as the door swings open. But then the pink fairy shoots me another suspicious look. “But you better not do anything to Paisley otherwise I’m calling the cops.”
“No, it’s fine,” I say rushing inside. “I appreciate it!”
With that, the door shuts and I’m left alone with my princess. “Princess” really is the right word because Paisley’s sound asleep on her bed. It’s clear that she stumbled in and passed out because she’s not even underneath the blankets. Instead, she lies on top of her comforter, fully dressed with the glare of a bright streetlamp shining on her form.
“Pais,” I say in a low voice. “Please wake up, honey.”
But Paisley doesn’t stir, not one bit. I approach her still form, almost scared to see if she’s still breathing. Fortunately, she is and I can detect her bosom rising and falling gently with each soft susurration.
“Pais,” I try again, falling to my knees at her bedside. “It’s me, baby. It’s time to wake up.”
But the beautiful blonde is utterly still, dreaming in Never-Never Land. As a result, I try a trick that works in fairy tales, but who knows if it’ll work now? I lean forward and press my lips to her plush pout, savoring the fresh taste of her mouth as she inhales again, her breath soft and sweet against my cheek.
“Baby,” I whisper. “It’s me, Brad. I’m here.”
Lo and behold, Paisley’s lashes slowly lift, her big blue eyes innocent and sleepy.
“Hi Brad,” she murmurs while wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “I was dreaming of you.”
“Hi baby,” I whisper before taking her curvy form into my arms. “I was so worried about you. Are you okay?”
She smiles sleepily again, letting out a yawn.
“Why yes, of course,” she murmurs. “Why wouldn’t I be? I met my sister for coffee and then got really, really tired, so I came home for a nap. But oh shit,” she blinks, staring out the window at the night sky. “I was supposed to show up at your house, wasn’t I? And I missed it.”
“No, it’s fine,” I soothe. “It’s not a big deal. You missing it, I mean. It’s just that, sweetheart, Pam came in your place,” I state in a slow voice while looking deep into her innocent blue gaze. “Did you know that?”
Paisley shakes her head, looking stupefied.
“She what?”
I nod.
“Your identical twin sister showed up on my doorstep, pretending to be you. She drugged you with sleeping pills, honey, so she knew you’d be out like a light. Then, she tried to tempt me—”
“What?” Paisley cries, sitting up with a bolt then. “Pamela did what?”
I hold her tight, looking straight into her eyes.
“Pamela tried to seduce me, and this is going to be difficult to hear, but I have to be upfront about what happened. Pamela lifted her skirt, and because it thought she was you, I put my dick into her pussy. But the moment I did so, I knew it wasn’t you, honey. You’ve never been with another man before, so your cunt’s molded to my shape. Meanwhile, that other woman’s pussy was strange and sloppy and I can’t even describe it. I knew it wasn’t you, even though she looked and sounded just like you.”
“You slid your cock into my sister’s pussy?” Paisley whispers with a horrified look on her face. “Oh god, no!”
My expression is tense and regretful.
“I did, because it all happened so fast, and I genuinely thought Pam was you. But I pulled out immediately after that first stroke, and forced Pamela to tell me what she’d done. Then I rushed here immediately. I’m so sorry, Paisley,” I rasp. “Forgive me. I hope you understand, but it was a genuine mistake. I should have been more careful, I know, but I really thought she was you. I’m sorry, baby girl.”
Paisley’s eyes are wide and bright, her mouth open in circle of horror and shock. But then it snaps shut as tears begin to roll down her face.
“Oh my god,” she sobs, burying her face in her hands. “Oh god, oh god.”
“I know,” I say in a broken voice, running a big hand up her back. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
But then Paisley puts her hands down, and her expression is one of a vengeful angel.