Keelay could not believe what she had done! Or rather what Duncan had done, and she had allowed. She was mortified. Duncan was a stranger. Hot and sexy, sure, but still a complete stranger. It had been over an hour and a half since they had been out of control with lust and she was still red with embarrassment. What made it all the worse was the fact that they had been caught. Two students had barged into the room as Duncan was about to put his hard throbbing cock into her slick slit.
She supposed she should be happy they were interrupted. Firstly, it had allowed them to finally escape their prison. Secondly, and most importantly, it had stopped her from fucking a stranger. Which was a good thing. Right?
Keelay was certainly confused. She felt connected to Duncan. Drawn to him. He fascinated and intrigued her. It didn't help that he was totally her type. He had brain and brawn as her best friend would say. Meaning he was both smart and hot. A lethal combination. Something else about him drew her to him. She didn't know what it was, didn't know how it had happened, but she knew that she needed to stay with Duncan. And that scared her more than her lack of control.
As they walked down the crowded streets, Duncan took Keelay's hand and lead the way. He walked slightly in front of her, but enough so that the crowd parted and Keelay never bumped anyone. The long chain that bind them was wrapped tightly around her hand. It was Duncan's suggestion that she take it, so he wasn't pulling her along or hurting her. When he said things like that he seemed so sweet.
They walked so close together that no-one noticed the chain, which Keelay was thankful for. It was hard enough facing what they had just finished doing without people gawking at them too.
Duncan seemed to know where he was going so Keelay let herself be led and thought the morning over.
"My Dad lives close to here. He has a lot of tools. One is bound to break this chain," he called over the noise of the traffic. Keelay merely nodded. It seemed Duncan was a born leader. He had all the necessary traits of one and she felt the urge to follow.
It took about and hour and a half before they reached Duncan's dad's house. It was a nice looking, small, neat, well-kept home. As they walked up the drive way Keelay noticed all the exotic plants.
"My mum's a huge gardening fan," he whispered. On her left was a large tree, or at least she thought it was a tree. It had a fat trunk and tiny branches that were only about a foot in length. It was peculiar. The rest of the garden was much the same.
Duncan got the spare key from the small fake rock in the garden by the door. He led them in and called for his family. No answer. Where could they be? He though. As they entered the kitchen Keelay noticed a small post-it on the fridge.
"Uhmm, Duncan? There's a note." She said to his broad shoulders as he lead her through the kitchen to the stairs.