Free You Belong With Me by M. R. Joseph Page B

silently prayed. Please hate it, please hate it, oh pretty pretty please tell me his tongue was like a dog eating an ice cream cone and that he slobbers. Tell me it was awful for the love of God.
    "Well um, at first it was ok, then he started getting a little too, let's just say, vocal about the whole thing."
    OK, so now Carter was curious. What did the douche say to her?
    "OK, well what did he say? Did it make you feel uncomfortable?"
    "Kind of yes. He had never spoken to me like that before. Not even during sex. It was like he was someone else and I was someone else to him."
    "So? Get on with it. It's me Case. Don't be embarrassed." Secretly Carter had wanted to vomit right there in her kitchen. The thoughts of another man's hands on Casey made him physically ill. She shut her eyes and placed her hands on them and curled her knees up to her chest as she spoke.
    "OK. Here it goes. He told me how wet and hot my pussy was and that I was his dirty little whore and that my pussy was all his and how he needed to get his cock in my tight hole. OK. That's all. I can't even talk about it anymore." Carter looked up at her and saw how red her cheeks were and he was furious that she was spoken to in that way.
    "Case, did you like the way he spoke to you cause frankly, honey, that's the shit Tommy says to random sluts he screws at Beach Bums after a show. You on the other hand are no whore or slut and he in no way shape or form should be talking to you like that. No fucking way. You are too sweet and gentle and loving to have someone speak to you in such a way. I don't mean to get all Jane Austen on your ass but that's how I see it." Her expression was unreadable at first then she got up from her chair and made her way over to him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders while her chest touched his back and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear,
    "Carter London I think that is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me, and I thank you for not making me feel uncomfortable about telling you what I told you. I could not ask for a better best friend." Her breath was on his neck and he smelled her scent. Magnolias. He closed his eyes and relished in the moment that her arms were around him, trying to commit it to memory. He wanted it for always but he knew that it would never be. Now it was time to confront Bo Adler and his filthy mouth.
    Carter was always suspicious of Bo. He saw him in close proximity of a few girls around campus while he was seeing Casey. Especially one named Drea Langley. What's there to say about Drea Langley? A lot. Tall, skinny, blonde, tiny nose and big boobs. Oh and a slut. She most likely screwed the whole campus. Carter had seen them talking in a corner near the science building one day. Closely. A little too close for Carter's liking.
    He also saw them at one of the frat functions getting chummy after Casey had gone home after getting a migraine. Carter stayed behind and Lyla took Casey home so he could spy. He had his eye on Bo and Drea but when a red headed Freshman made his acquaintance, he lost sight of Bo and Drea and set his sights on red. He fucked up. He was so close to proving Bo was a bad guy. Of course he let his dick do the thinking for him and took the high road to pleasure town again. Carter believed Casey would never love someone like him. He wasn't good enough for her. Carter tried to convince Casey in a subtle way that there may have been something going on between Bo and Drea. When he approached her about it, it didn't go as well as he hoped.
    "Case, do you know Drea Langley?" he asked during one of their study times.
    "Yes. She was in my English Lit class last semester right before I met Bo. I know they have a few classes together but that's about all I know of her. Why? Did you ask her out?" Carter wanted to blurt his suspicions out but he just wanted to ease into it with Casey. She was sensitive.
    "Well, no not exactly, but Case, have you ever noticed them together at anytime?" She