Her mouth felt raw and so she picked it up to rinse. Inscribed at the back of it was:
‘FIRST PRIZE FOR BEST ARTISTIC DUO,
KYLE AND CALEB ATREIDES
DRAMA CLUB, 20__ ’
This gave her pause.
Didn’t he say his name was Smith? Lyla’s warning came back like the tolling of a bell.
Kyle Atreides. Caleb Atreides. Yes, they sounded as though they could be brothers. Was that why Lyla couldn’t find anything on him?
She was snooping on him. She shouldn’t be snooping. But why did he lie to her about his name?
She heard him stir outside and hastily put the mug back.
“Jessica?”
He hadn’t seen her completely naked before, and so she didn’t know if she should shed her clothes and step into the shower. As a result, she froze as he came in, gloriously naked.
He was smiling. His hair was tousled and his cock was dormant between his legs. But not for long. His eyes lit up as he took in her naked breasts and his penis started to harden.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said as he came to her.
If she had any misgivings, all of them were wiped out as soon as he held out his arms. She went into them gladly, and they started kissing again. His cock pressed against her belly.
“Let’s have a shower together, shall we?” he suggested.
When she hesitated, he quickly added, “I’ve seen you half-naked already and you’re beautiful. Don’t be afraid I won’t find the rest of you just as beautiful, if not more so.”
He kissed her, long and passionately and deeply, and everything in her melted again – all her suspicions, all her doubts, all her fears. After a few glorious kisses, he unbuttoned her pants and slid them off, still kissing her. Then he eased off her panties.
She stood there before him, as naked as he was, and blushed as he gazed with rapture upon her body. He took in her pussy, covered with its thatch of dark fur. Dread crept into her heart until he smiled.
“Beautiful,” he pronounced. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
He gave her his hand and they stepped inside his shower cubicle. Everything else was forgotten as he turned on the shower and the warm water pellets started to fall on their heads, draining all her cares away.
THE CALL
Kyle had just dropped Jessica off at her college dorm when he got the call. The display on his cellphone showed the photo of his father at a much younger age, the way Kyle liked to remember him.
Sighing, Kyle picked the call up. “Yes, Dad?”
“Dinner tomorrow night.”
It was on the tip of Kyle’s tongue to say, “I have plans”, but he knew what his Dad meant.
It was now or never. He had rehearsed it in the shower when he had been soaping Jessica’s back.
I made a mistake about the girl. She isn’t a virgin.
I’ll find you another virgin, Dad. I know I’ve only got four days, but I’ll do it.
“Dad, I have – ”
“Eight o’ clock. Don’t fail our clan, son.”
The words Kyle was going to say froze on his tongue. Right. He had duty. Responsibility. His clan’s fate to put before his own needs . . . and that of one hapless virgin’s. Surely he could rise to the occasion.
He closed his eyes and channeled his inner steel. For the greater good.
But oh, Jessica, Jessica. He was truly alive whenever he was with her. He felt better, stronger, more powerful and happier when he was with her than he had been for a long, long time. She was good for him.
But it can’t be real. She was human, and he wasn’t.
It was a passing infatuation, nothing more. One he had to shed himself of rapidly or the consequences would be dire.
When he opened his eyes again, he said, “OK, see you tomorrow, Dad.”
“Both of you.”
“We’ll be there,” he promised, his heart sinking when he realized how unworthy he was to be Jessica’s lover and his father’s successor.
SNOOP
Jessica thanked her lucky stars that Lyla was out with Stuart. She could use the computer in silence without Lyla peering over her neck every few seconds and demanding to know what she was up to. She loved Lyla, but this act she was about to perform now felt deceitful.
Still, she needed to do it, and she was not going to tell Lyla, because her best friend would only say ‘I told you so’.
She typed ‘Kyle Atreides’ in Google Search.
Out came a few items.
One was a photo of Kyle’s father with the mayor. They were both smiling and shaking hands. A younger Kyle was in the background, looking respectful. The caption said:
MAYOR CARTWRIGHT SEALS CITY HALL DEAL WITH BILLIONAIRE ENTREPRENEUR, JERICHO ATREIDES. HIS SON, KYLE, LOOKS ON IN THE BACKGROUND.