Sins of the Past Chapter 12

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Any second now.

I watch the door from my precarious position on the edge of my bed.

She should be here any second now and then it'll be worth it.

The pain in my body continues as I lie on my side, trying to block it out.

Sandy usually gets back from class about now. She'll walk in and then it begins.

I reach over and fiddle with the pin in my wrap, making sure it's still going to come loose when she comes through the door.

Wanna be hero boy might act like he's not on board but he is. As smart as he thinks he is, he can't hide the way he was looking at me. All I need to do is offer him something he can't refuse and he's in. Which of course is where she comes in. He's got a thing for her and she wasn't exactly keeping her feelings hidden. I can use that. I can't have the two of them hanging around together making googly eyes at each other. It's going to end up making me sick, maybe even throwing up on a regular basis. But I'll fix that.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of the door clicking as it opens.

Perfect.

I lean over just that little bit more to shift my weight and go tumbling off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud.

Ow, well that was fun.

"Oh my god, Dawn!"

With my face down on the floor, all I can hear is the sound of footsteps coming over to me after Sandy speaks.

"Are you all right?"

She loops her arm around one of my shoulders and pulls me onto my back. I groan as she does to emphasize the impact.

"Well that wasn't fun."

"I wouldn't think so. Are you okay?"

My wrap comes undone, exposing my tits to her in a seemingly innocent way. Sandy sees them and freezes, looking at them like a deer in headlights.

Got her.

As if realizing what she's doing, her eyes jump to mine and then away as she blushes at my fake embarrassed smile.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

I try to get up and wince harder then it actually hurts before collapsing again. She tries to comfort me but hesitates.

"I'll be fine, just... let me rest for a minute."

"But, I want to help."

She moves to help and I put my hand against her chest just above her tits to stop her.

"You don't have to help me."

"But I want to."

"Why? It's not like you and I get along."

"It's called compassion Dawn. Compassion for another human being. You should try it some time."

Sandy's eyes avoid my chest as she reaches out and grabs one of my arms, pulling me up. My wrap unravels even further and falls completely off and onto the floor.

"Oh, crap..."

I bend down to pick it up and cringe in fake pain. She grabs me quickly, one of her hands briefly grabbing one of my tits before grabbing my side and holding me up.

"I'll get it just... lie down."

She helps me to the bed and I lie down. Sandy reaches down and picks it up.

"How are you feeling anyway?"

My naive young roommate stands like a statue, unsure of what to do with herself despite holding my wrap. I squirm on the bed in an innocent way but with a little hint of sexuality disguised as a stretch.

"Much better. I think I'll be in... top form in no time."

I trace my fingers down my naked top as I pause and say 'top form' before placing a hand on my side where my ribs are still slightly visibly bruised, rubbing it. Her eyes follow my hand while she continues to stand like a statue.

"Should I...?"

The ridiculous girl holds out the wrap. With a fake grimace, I push myself up on my elbows to look at her directly. Her eyes glance at my tits for a second before going to my eyes.

"If you don't mind."

It takes her a few moments to move, sitting next to me on the bed with the wrap in hand.

"I should be good in a few days but I don't want to pull anything and make it worse."

"Okay, sit up."

She puts her hand between my shoulder blades to help me sit up and I do. Shortly after she moves behind me to wrap my chest. I swipe my hair over my left shoulder, exposing my neck and shoulders to her. A long moment of silence passes between us and I can feel her breath quicken as it hits my neck.

I can almost hear the thoughts in her head. She tries to hide the way she feels but she is in college, the age of experimentation. I've seen the way she looks at me when she thinks I'm too busy to notice. We do live together. It would be hard not to notice.

I turn my head to the side so I can look at her out of the corner of my eye.

"Everything okay?"

That seems to snap her out of my apparent hypnotic effect on her and she starts to wrap the bandage around my chest.

"Yeah, fine."

Her hands are a little hesitant any time she grazes my skin even slightly.

I think it's time for the bait.

"So, my friend was asking about you."

"Your friend?"

"The one you met before?"

"Oh... Connor?"

"That's the one."

"He was asking about me?"

"He was."

"What did he say?"

God, I might as well be right back in high school. Then again, it makes it easier to manipulate her, which is exactly what will give me what I want.

"He... he asked if you were seeing anyone."

"And?"

"I said I didn't know, but I hadn't seen you with anyone."

"I'm not... seeing anyone I mean."

I turn my head to glance at her out of the corner of my eye.

"Really? A girl like you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, not to state the obvious but..."

Her hand presses against my left side to hold the bandage to me as she continues to wrap it around me. Her fingers press lightly on the side of my left tit and I tighten up at the contact.

"I do have eyes."

Sandy stops like a deer in headlights. After a few silent moments, I turn myself halfway towards her on the bed. I look at her more directly for a long while and she looks back at me.

The thought is in her head.

"It's too bad."

"Hmm?"

"I said it's too bad."

Eventually she goes back to wrapping my bandages.

"What's too bad?"

"That you guys can't be together."

"Why not?"

"Because of his ex."

"What about her?"

"Well he didn't exactly say it, but I get the impression he's not really over her yet."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

"So what do I do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do I wait it out?"

"And watch some other girl swoop in when you're not looking? I wouldn't."

A few moments pass before she responds.

"I'll probably regret this, but what would you do?"

She finishes wrapping my bandages and I turn halfway to her on the bed again.

"You really want to know?"

There's a moment of hesitation before she nods.

She might as well be braiding my hair.

"You need to get his attention."

"Don't I already have it?"

"Maybe, but so does every other babe on campus. You need to do something more."

"Like what? Send him naked pictures of myself?"

I can't help but look her over at the idea.

"Good thought, but anyone can do that. You need something bigger."

"I'm assuming you have a suggestion?"

"If it were me? I'd offer him a threesome."

"A threesome?"

"Guaranteed to get him to stop thinking about his ex."

"Really?"

"It's every man's fantasy."

"But... wouldn't that complicate things?"

"Not if you found the right third person."

"Like who?"

"Like me."

"You?"

A few moments pass.

"But aren't you, friends?"

"Not really, no. We barely know each other, and I don't generally swing that way. And since you and I aren't much more than roommates, it could be all about the two of you."

"You think?"

I put my hand on her knee.

"Trust me, I'll make sure that it's all about the two of you."

She looks at my hand on her knee for a several long silent moments.

"I don't know."

So she needs that little extra push.

I take my hand off her knee and look over at the floor where she dropped things on her way to help me.

Looks like she brought in the mail.

I get up and start fake limping over to the mail.

"Fine, I mean. You can take the slow and steady way if you want but don't come crying to me when he tells you he's met someone else."

My naive roommate doesn't say anything as I pick up the mail and start looking through it.

"But... how would we even set that up?"

One of the pieces of mail is a postcard that I turn over.

'I'll see you soon

S'

Is that written in blood?

"Dawn?"

I look at my roommate.

"What?"

"How would we...?"

"I'll talk to him."

"You?"

I toss the postcard onto my desk.

"I can be very persuasive when I want to be."

End of Chapter 12