Demented Celine

Demented Celine
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“Hello,” Jason answered the phone.

“I saw you,” click, the line went dead.

“Who was it?”

“Nobody,” he put the phone in his pocket.

Sandy smiled across the table at Jason. He smiled back at her. His hand gently caressed hers as she reached for the text he’d been reading. Time froze as they gazed in each other’s eyes. The physical chemistry was obvious to everyone that walked by them in the library. Sandy slowly took the book and continued reading the passage from Romeo and Juliet. In her eyes, he was her Romeo, a hunky dream boat that finally noticed her. So what if it was only because they had to rewrite the second act of the Bard’s play to fit the Roaring Twenties. She was noticed, and now he was staring at her with those luscious green eyes while she read Juliet’s lines to him.

Jason watched every move she made from the way she twirled her hair around her fingers while she read to the way she tilted her chin up and smiled when she saw him down the hall. When he touched her hand, he felt goose bumps traveling up his arm. Girls weren’t supposed to do that to guys but he loved the feeling he had whenever she was near. When she was nearing the end of the passage, Jason got up and moved to the seat next to her. He put his arm around her and started reciting Romeo’s lines softly and passionately to her.

His phone rang. He didn’t look at the phone, only at Sandy, “Hello.”

“I saw you.”

He cut the phone off.

“Who keeps calling you?”

“Nobody, sandy, I’ve got to get to my next class. When do you want to work on the dialogue?”

“How about later today? Then we can ask Dr. Meade if we’re on the right track after our next class.”

“That works, at the Botanical Gardens?”

“ Around four?”She smiled, her heart danced in anticipation.

“Sure, see you then, my Juliet.” Jason kissed Sandy on the cheek and ran through the stacks heading for class.

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Sandy reached the gardens first. She strolled quietly admiring all of the botany students’ hard work. I wish I had a green thumb. She found a bench in a shady spot and sat down to wait. She unpacked her tablet and started researching slang from the Twenties.

Jason entered the botanical garden maze. He plucked the most beautiful lily in the bed. He spied Sandy reading and quietly strolled up behind her. He leaned in, reaching around her with the flower, and placed a sweet kiss upon her cheek.

She laughed, turned to face him placing her hand gently on his chest, “My Romeo, it doesn’t look like a rose.”

She stared into his eyes. Sparks flew between them. Temptation was too much he sat down and kissed her again. His finger tips lightly guiding her, leading her deeper into the kiss. Their tongues delicately danced while the birds and the bees played in the garden. Jason pulled her closer sending shivers down her spine.

The back of his hand accidentally brushed against the fullness of her breast. With one glancing touch her nipples stood at attention, yearning for more. The path of his touch tingled, creating sensations she’d only read about. His fingers traced under the hem of her shorts, her scent and heat driving his wish to please her, to fill her, to feel her surrounding him.

Deep within her, Sandy felt the heat of his desire spread and engulf her. His presence ignited her body, filling her with a need she’d never experienced. Sandy shivered when the tips of his fingers brushed over her full lips. The dampness on her panties enticed him to delve deeper, sliding his finger under the edge of her panties, touching her sensitive mound. Slowly he rubbed her moistened lips, parting them exploring gently, while his Juliet pinched his hardened nipple. One finger slipped into her hot, wet cave. He found her succulent spot, just starting to swell. He massaged it slowly, feeling her rock on his hand. Shifting slightly he slid second finger in while applying a gentle pressure upon her delicate pearl.

His fingers were magical with rhythmic pressure, creating friction, making her completely unaware of their surroundings. Ecstasy was the only thing in her mind; she couldn’t fathom anything else so wonderful. Deep within her he felt her contracting around his fingers. He kept his pace watching as her first orgasm gained in momentum. Her heart pounded and she stiffened as he continued his finger dance with her G-spot.

Jason shifted uncomfortably when Sandy’s hand fell upon his fly. “Not here, we can go back to my place. Too many classes will be letting out soon and too many people are going to be heading through the gardens to get back to their dorms."

She gingerly kissed him, “You’re right.” She shifted to get the tablet and it slipped from her grip, they both grabbed at it before it hit the ground. “A real Freudian slip, huh.”

He laughed, “I guess so.”

Jason’s phone rang. He looked at the number and answered immediately, “Stop calling me!” and he cut the phone off. “Damn.”

“What’s wrong? Who was it?”

“It’s just someone I dated once; one stinking date.” He ran his hand through his hair, looked down at the ground. Then abruptly stood, looking all around. There she was, standing by the gate to the botanical garden. She stared directly at him without any expression in her face at all. She pushed a button on her phone. His started ringing again, he just looked at her.

Sandy stood up, gently touching Jason’s arm. She’d never seen him so frazzled. She looked in the direction he was looking in. All she saw was a blonde woman walking away. “Was that her?”

“Yeah, Sandy, I’m sorry, but I’m really not in the mood to deal with Romeo and Juliet right now. I need to go and make her understand we never had a chance, it was just one date, not a life time commitment.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem, maybe she’ll take the hint so we can get back to work.” Sandy watched Jason as he followed the blonde. She shook her head as she packed up.

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Sandy’s phone rang, “Hello.”

“He’s mine.” Click.

“What the?”

Jason rolled over, “What’s up, honey? Who was it?”

“I think it was your friend.”

“What?”

“She said, ‘He’s mine,’ and hung up.”

“I talked to her for over an hour, what three days ago? She said she understood. I haven’t had a phone call
since then.”

“I guess she has a new friend now, me.” She cut the phone off. “There, no more calls tonight.”

“We’re going to campus security in the morning. I’m filing a report and so are you. Then we’re getting our numbers changed.”

Sandy, standing naked at the end of the bed snappily saluted, “Yes sir,” then crawled back onto the bed and into her lovers arms.

Sandy’s wet lips straddled Jason’s tired dick, her breasts pressed against his chest, her hair falling softly on the side of his face. “You know, I can understand why she’d want you. You’re amazing,” Sandy whispered. She started rocking, stroking his cock with her warming mound.

Jason started to feel revitalized, from head to toe, especially in between. He wrapped his arms around Sandy and flipped her over. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he slid into her. She rotated her hips, pulling and tugging on his engorged cock. She had moves he’d never thought of trying. He loved the way her sheath felt on his rod.

Her heat, the way she came, the rhythm of the contractions on him spurred him on higher. He wanted nothing more than to please this woman. Taking her to the next level was going to be a journey they’d enjoy together. With his load spent and her screams of pleasure diminishing they basked in the afterglow of a wonderful evening of making love.

Sandy snuggled tightly to his side, rubbing her fingers over his hard nipples as she fell asleep. Jason thought about the blonde, Celine. What is wrong with that girl? I hope campus security can do something. Maybe we ought to go to the police, too.

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Jason and Sandy filled out the paperwork, and got the news from the sergeant on duty that until Celine did something illegal, there wasn’t anything they could do. Changing their phone numbers and keeping an eye out was their only recourse so far. The young couple followed the advice and had their numbers changed.

Heading back to the apartment Jason felt the phone vibrate in his pocket. It was an email from Dr. Meade. “Project needs work. Many lines not appropriate for the time. Come to the stage. I’ll be waiting.”

“We better get over there, right now. It doesn't sound good.” Jason looked at Sandy questioningly, “but I thought he was happy with what we’d turned in last week?”

“He was, but you know we added another four pages of dialogue this week. Maybe that’s it.”

Sandy and Jason trotted over the Auditorium stage two. All of the house lights and stage lights were on.

They didn’t see Dr. Meade anywhere. “Dr. Meade?” Jason called out. No one answered.

“I told you he was mine.” Celine entered stage right. She had a pistol in her hand.

Jason grabbed Sandy shoved her behind him.

“That won’t make any difference. She still can’t have you. You’re mine, Jason. Why can’t you understand that?”

“Celine, we went on one date. I don’t love you.”

“You could have learned to love me, but you met her. Some school project. I saw you. Every time you touched her, I saw you. I saw her salute you then you made love to her again.” She paused, waving the gun at him. “You never made love to me. I could have been the mother of your children.” Tears streamed down her face. She pointed the gun straight at Jason. “We could have had a life together.”

“No we couldn’t.”

She fired; the bullet hit dead center of Jason’s chest. He fell back knocking Sandy down. Sandy screamed. Scrambling she grabbed at the wound applying pressure, trying to stop the blood. “Jason, no! Stay with me!” She screamed.

Celine aimed at the woman’s head and fired once again. Sandy fell on top of Jason. “I love you Jason,” she whispered with her last breath.

Celine strode over to the two lovers. She hated the sight of that woman. How dare she lie down on top of my Jason. She flung Sandy’s body off of Jason. She knelt down, and looked at Jason’s dead eyes staring at the ceiling.

She kneeled beside him. “Jason, wake up.” She shook him. “Jason, this isn’t funny, wake up.” The realization of Jason’s death started to grow in Celine’s demented mind. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” She tried to slap Jason awake. Tears flowed like waterfalls from her eyes. Her heart broken sobs filled the auditorium.

She looked at the gun on the floor beside her. She gained her composure, her sniffling coming more under her control. She picked it up and placed the barrel to her temple and took a deep breath."I'll be with you soon, my love, my Jason." She slowly squeezed the trigger.

The sergeant heard the blast and entered the auditorium cautiously. There he found them Jason, Sandy and Celine. He lowered his weapon and shook his head, such a loss. One more time where the law had been too little too late.