Moth(23)

Chapter 8


Before heading back to Virginia, we stop by the college Windy Lewis attended before she disappeared. For the entire ride there I make calls to the private investigators in the area asking for assistance on the case to see if any of them bite.

Since we’re out of danger we use our positions within the government to get an immediate meeting with the admission clerk. She’s a quirky little woman with wide-rimmed glasses. Her manicured fingernails make clicking sounds as she types on her keyboard to pull up Windy’s information. In a matter of minutes we have the room number and name of her bunkmate. When the woman spins the screen around for us to see, we note that the chick she shared a room with is Asian. There’s no way this could be the person who stole her identity. We inquire about her transfer to the graduate school, but the admission clerk has little information about how it happened, as if someone else hacked into the system without anyone knowing. They’d made it appear as if Windy had graduated, but she’d actually disappeared right before the end of her last semester. With nothing but dead ends we head back to Virginia with more questions than answers.

It’s late. The guys have called it a night a while ago, while I remain wide awake. I’m confused and stumped. Nothing makes sense, and I feel as if the deeper I dig the harder it’s getting to keep on track.

I head back to the shared house I’m renting to keep up with appearances. While sitting up in bed I open my laptop and plug into the live feed we have streaming of the fake Windy’s apartment. I flip through each room until I locate where she is. She’s walking around the bedroom wrapped in a towel, her hair long and wet from a recent shower or bath. This is where I should respect her privacy and close out the application, but I don’t. My attraction to this criminal is becoming an obsession, and not in the way my job expects it to be. Something inside of me snaps when I see the towel drop. I’m overcome by a need to enlarge the small rectangular screen in order to get a closer view. My eyes are fixed. I’m not blinking. I can’t. I refuse to miss a single second of this naked beauty. My brain is on lockdown. I’ve succumbed to pure curiosity, and a constant sexual hunger I’ve never been able to completely satiate. She sits down in front of a small vanity and begins brushing her hair. Her head is leaning to the side as she works through the wet tangles. From this angle I can only see her back. Her breast are too low for the camera to catch a glimpse in the petite mirror.

I remain focused. When she finishes I lick my lips with anticipation. This is where I first catch sight of the twin melons she keeps hidden underneath her clothes. She lifts her arms to tie her hair up. Her two perky mounds stand at attention, as if they’re posing for the camera. My dick jumps, awakening what I know I won’t be able to settle.

While I watch her climb onto the bed I zoom in, catching her fine ass spread, her gratifying thighs, and a slight glimpse of her *.

I’m a goner. There’s no way I can close out of this application now. She’s completely naked, crawling onto her mattress and flipping around to rest on her back. I suck in a deep breath of air as I take in the full frontal view. It’s picturesque, better than any resting sunset on an ocean horizon. Her curves are pronounced, her creamy skin unimaginably hard to forget. As she picks up a tablet I become fully aware this is a crime in the making. I’m going against my own beliefs to spy on this gorgeous woman. I want to hate her. I need to. She could be the reason my brother is dead, but as the hunger to loathe her continues to surface, I’m taken back by desires I’m not sure I can control, not in this situation at least.

I’m not sure what she’s looking at on the screen. With only the back view of the tablet I get more comfortable on the bed. I sit my laptop to the side and kick off my boots. Next I stand and remove my pants. I lift the shirt over my head and toss it on the floor in a pile of dirty laundry I don’t know when I’ll have a chance to wash. The second I climb into bed I’m in shock. I couldn’t have been gone a minute, but in that time she’s put the tablet down and is doing something I can’t believe even as I’m seeing it.

Her right hand glides down between her breast, coursing over her abdomen, and finally dragging down between her legs. “Holy shit!” I say to myself before getting back into the same position I was in before undressing. My impulses are in overdrive. While my eyes are taunted with craving, my dick becomes engorged. Windy’s eyes close and her head goes back against her pillow. I zoom in again and see her plunging two fingers into her *. Her left hand comes up and pinches her nipple as she works into a pace.

It’s only a minute before I have to stroke my dick. I imagine her tight wet * as I plunge into her. I want to suck on those dark circles at the tip of those perky mounds. I continue studying her movements while I imagine cupping her ass cheeks and spreading them while her body rocks over mine. I can visualize her perfect breasts bouncing as she rides me like I’m a wild stallion.

I’m caught off guard when her body begins flailing around. I turn up the volume and hear the sounds of her cries as she brings herself to climax. She goes silent. Her body freezes in place. Slowly, she rolls over and pulls a sheet over her naked body. What I wouldn’t do to climb underneath those covers and taste her sweet release. My mouth waters just imagining it. I know I have the skill to bring her the utmost of pleasure. She’s forbidden fruit and I can’t help from wanting her. She’s the one thing I can’t have. She’s the evil I spend my whole life denying can break me.