Romance Reloaded

(Kats POV)

“And that ladies and gentlemen is how Computer Aided Design began.” In all due respect my first two classes has been pretty interesting but the sound of professor Leto’s voice was beginning to put me to sleep. The bell rang seconds later and fully withdrew me from my trance. Thank god it was lunch. I ran down the corridors clutching my timetable in search of the common room where Lola asked me to meet her. I turned a corner and collided with another student, sending my books flying everywhere. “Be careful, you could have gotten hurt.” The young boy cautioned as he bent down to collect our books from the floor. “I’m so sorry!” I said frantically in a panicked voice. “I… I was trying to find the common room. I’m supposed to meet Lola there.” The boy handed me my books and flicked back his dark, chocolate brown hair. “Oh, you mean Lola Armstrong? She’s a friend of mine. Follow me; I’ll escort you to the common room. You’re going the wrong way for a start honey.” I smiled awkwardly and took the books from him. “Thank you so much. I’m Kat Monroe by the way. “ I extended my hand for the boy to shake it but he high fived me with a slim, limp wrist action instead. “I’m Brendon Urie. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, honey. Now lets go find Lola!” Brendon took my hand softly and led me around the school, through the corridors and up a flight of stairs right at the other side of campus.

We entered the common room and made our way to the far corner where Lola sat at a round table holding a mug of coffee and a book. “Hey Kat and Hey Brendon, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She said, smiling as she put down the coffee. “Well, I ‘bumped’ into Kat in the south wing. She said she was looking for you so I decided I’d escort her to you.” Brendon guided me towards a padded chair and gestured me to sit down. I giggled at his gentlemanly gesture. He smiled at us both and skipped away from the table. “Hey! Stay and have lunch with us!” Lola called to Brendon across the room. He stopped and turned with his hand on his hip. “Kay. I guess I can stay with you gals.” As Brendon walked back over and took a seat next to Lola I noticed the book she was reading ‘The Fault In Our Stars - By John Green’. I studied the cover carefully and tried to imagine what wonderful story may perhaps lay on its pages. “It’s a love story about a cancer patient. It’s really sad.” Lola’s sweet voice obstructed my thoughts. It sounded like my kind of book. I smiled and asked politely “Would you recommend it at all?” Lola slipped a bookmark onto the page she was reading and closed the book. “Yes and in fact you can borrow it after I’ve finished it.” She offered sweetly.

“Lola, honey. I met this really cute guy last night at MercBar.” Brendon’s words took me by surprised. He laughed and put his hand on his heart. “Don’t look so surprised, did you actually think I was straight?” I mulled over my first impressions of Brendon. It was actually quite obvious that he was openly gay. “So.” Lola began, leaning into Brendon. “What did he look like and have you spoken to him?” Brendon crossed his legs swiftly and bit his lip in suspense. “Well, he has a slim body, well chiselled features, short brown hair with blonde highlights woven through the top. He was wearing black skinny jeans, converse and a Joy Division tee shirt.” Brendon’s quite brief description sent me into deep thought, which reminded me of someone but whom, I couldn’t quite place in my mind. “He sure sounds like your type, Brendon.” My thoughts were once again interrupted. “Did you talk to him though?” Lola pressured. Brendon smirked and placed his hand delicately on Lola’s Knee. “Well, just between us girls. I might have tracked him down at the end of the night and spend an hour or so making out with him round the corner of the bar.” Brendon giggled at his naughty cascade and clapped his hands. “I might have slipped my phone number into his back pocket too.” I giggled at Brendon’s excitement; he was such a breath of fresh air. I knew we were going to be good friends. As lunch came to an end I checked my time table to see where my next lesson was. To my surprise I didn’t have any more classes. Just two ‘study periods’ but since it was my first day and I had nothing to study I decided it was time to head home. I dropped my books off in my locker and said farewell to Lola and Brendon before setting foot back on the bustling streets of New York to find my way home.

(Franks POV)

‘Oh fuck.
You’ve really done it this time Frank. As if you weren’t in enough trouble already. You actually went ahead and did that? ‘
My conscience was right. I had royally fucked up this time. I watched Jamia as she slipped her tight black tee shirt back over her head and onto her slim tender body. “I’ll just get the ink then shall I.” she said, turning away from me to pick her dark purple lace panties up from the floor. I hung my head in shame as I refastened my belt and rubbed the crimson red lipstick marks off my neck and face. I was covered in guilt. The remnants of guilty pleasure were stained onto me like the blackest of inks. But. I didn’t really care. I’m not sure what came over me in those few seconds as Jamia pinned me down in that leather chair but I was given a choice, to turn her away and tell her I had a girlfriend or for me to have my way with her. Its pretty clear what my decision was, yet I didn’t regret it. It felt pretty good to live dangerously. The shame quickly lifted and the adrenaline rush set in. I wanted to do it again. I wanted both the pleasure and suspense of sex that should never happen. Jamia came back into the room with a pot of ink and a tattoo machine. I rolled up my sleeve and let her do her work. “Wanna do that again sometime?” I asked awkwardly as if I knew she was going to reject my offer. “Yeah sure.” She said calmly as she turned over my hand and drew the main outline of the barbed wire. “My place or yours?” she asked jokingly. I gulped and panicked to think of an answer. “Umm, take my number and call me when you wanna feel up to a good time?” with my free hand I scribbled my number on a piece of paper on the desk next to me. She took the paper and slotted it seductively between her perky breasts. Boy, she was hot.

An hour or so later Jamia finished my tattoo and applied a thin layer of gel to stop it from drying up so quickly. She took up from her chair and removed the inky gloves. “Done.” She said proudly. I studied the tattoo in great detail; she’d done a pretty good job. I grabbed my wallet and raked through it for $40 and handed it to her with a smile. I turned away to walk back up the stairs to leave when she grabbed my shoulder. “I never said I was done with you.” Her words fell seductively from her rouge lips and I stopped in my tracks. She pressed one finger against my chest and walked me backwards to the wall, the sound of her heels clicking on the tiled floor as she strutted forward, her eyes fixed on me like a lion on its prey. Before I had time to object my back hit the wall and she dropped to her knees. “What are you d…” my words were cut short by overpowering pleasure. I threw my head back against the wall and grabbed her hair. “Oh my god. Yes.” I pushed her head rhythmically as fast as I could. Her nails dug into my thighs as I choked her. I pulled her hair tight as she brought me to that sweet release. Jamia stood up and wiped her mouth as I stood against the wall with my eyes closed, breathing heavily for a moment. I opened my eyes to see her smirking at me through dark eyes. “wow.” Were the only words I could find to say.

Notes

Don't hate Frank for this...