A spectral infliction

Mania

The room smelled of Louis D'or and felt inviting. Annette had exquisite feminine touches, and everything was fastidiously placed it seemed. Her rouge and lipsticks were aligned corespondent to each other. Her books stacked neatly in a pile off to the side of her desk, her bedding was covered in pink roses and decorated with various pillows.  Green plants covered the room from each corner, and made its way over to the french doors towards the small balcony where she would smoke her gauloises.
Annette's decorum was just as remarkable as her personality. She was bubbly, quirky and exciting to be with. Adventurous and bold. The complete opposite as from me. Being timid and most of the time quiet. I didn't enjoy conversing much, but she had a way with her words that drawled someone in.
"Do you want one, my aimer?" She asked while tapping a cigarette against the box and sticking it between her lips. I had never approached Annette physically. Not yet at least. I was a bit apprehensive because I didn't want her to get the wrong impression. I had only known her for six months and was adamant on not crossing boundaries. Not to mention that I was a virgin. It was tempting, however.
"No thank you".
She lit a match and placed the flame towards the tip of the cigarette. "So." She inhaled. "Do you want any scotch? I swiped a bottle over break at my fathers estate." She smiled. "It's the weekend, why not live a little?" Her teeth were beautiful. As strange as it may sound, Annette's smile was illuminating.
"Just one for me" I sat alongside her overlooking the campus grounds on her balcony. Scanning the pages of the copy she gifted me. I had preferred to return to my dorms to read it, but I know she would have insisted that I stay.

Annette returned with two drinks at hand, a cigarette still lit between her fingers. She sat down and handed my glass over. "Salute". She said, Clinking the glasses and taking a sip from her drink. I quickly washed the alcohol down my throat hoping to escape the burning rush and bitter taste it left behind.
"And what might we be toasting to." I asked.
"Whatever you like" she smiled, taking another sip of her drink.
"To you, then" as I held my empty glass in the air. She let out cheerful laugh.
"I'll drink to that".
"Are they not doing room checks today?" I asked.
"Not until 6 tonight, but I have a party to go to then, maybe you can come with me, maybe help me stay and pick out something to wear?" She asked. I knew if I declined, she again, would be persistent. Only she had a way of compelling me into situations I had always imagined I would turn down instantly.
"I can't, I have studying, midterm on Monday. Who are you going with?" I quickly followed by a question hoping she wouldn't begin to beseech me. Although, helping her decide in choice of attire caught my attention quickly.
"Lili and Noèmie".
"you would have a good time, Franz. You know no one, and I want you to meet my amies." She said, placing her hand over mine.
"There will be drinks, and I'll be there with you, introduce you to a few people you could talk to about your writing, I know a few editors that are looking for interns" -you see? A way with her words.
I sat silently for a moment, thinking of an excuse, but nothing. "Alright, but not for long." She let out a piggish squeal and threw her arms around my neck.
"Magnifique". She pulled away from me slightly, her eyes leveled with mine.

A moment of silence grew louder as the seconds passed. I wanted to kiss her, but my head began to painfully throb, and I couldn't stop my thoughts from racing. The liquor I suppose.

"What do you taste like?"  I froze, embarrassed by my explicit and sudden comment. The thoughts were uncontrollable. They were not mine. Although I had often fantasized it, I hadn't any courage to address it. I had often experienced these tribulations, a sort of trance and out of body experience. "I'm sorry".
"Franz, mon dieu, is that you or the scotch talking?" She smiled.
I'm going to fuck her like you never would have. The voice sounded like mine. But it was not me. I gently moved Annette away, trying to recompose myself but was only left with extreme discomfort.
My head began to pulse at the temples, a ringing in my right ear had slowly amped its way up. My eyes begun to flicker, as if I were being sedated again. I had started to profusely sweat.
" are you alright, mon coeur?"
"I'm fine, I just need a moment". I needed to leave. I knew what was happening. As I had frequently experienced these encounters before.
Remember when I gaped your mouth open? I'm going to do that to her.
I could barely manage to make what few words came next. " -I". The pain was surreal.
"I just need to go". Yet I couldn't muscle any strength to stand. Breathe. I told myself. Fight it.
Remember when I gaped your mouth open? That's what I'm going to do to her. It said again.
Then suddenly it was pitch black.

Franz stood up. As if nothing had happened. As if he was not just experiencing some form of emotional collapse. He swiped his hands over his face to clear the pool of sweat forming at his brows. His eyes were bloodshot red. "I'm fine, just another mishap is all" he grinned, while scanning the campus grounds and then Annette.

"Are you certain, you look peaked Franz" she dared not to inch closer. As much as she desired to cater to Franz needs, she was frightened by him. "Yes my soleil et ètoiles".
" I'm sorry I scared you." Franz moved closer towards Annette, gesturing for an embrace. Annette of course was concerned for the sudden transition in behavior, but overlooked it. She only yearned for his well-being.
"I asked you a question earlier" Franz said while holding her. Annette was tongue tied and at cut throat. She wasn't use to him speaking freely on such sentiments.

"Now now, don't get carried away" she smiled, still in a bit of discomfort. Was it not peculiar of his shift in moods? Especially, the sudden sexual urges. Annette felt conflicted, but had also desired the same. She longed for passion and romance. Franz had kept her waiting long enough, she had thought frequently. They were in the heart of where romanticism is glorified. As Paris's cliché tale proclaims. Annette had often speculated many romantic scenarios, and of Franz allurement specifically. She was covertly obsessed with the idea of having a passionate night with him. Fran grazed his fingers against Annette's arm, which then broke her reverie.

"Can't I just taste you mes èstoiles?" His voice made her palpitate with excitement. Franz was a very alluring and handsome man. He inched his hands down towards her lower hips pulling her closer in, bodies entwined, he ran his fingers down her chin, her neck, and towards her blouse, exposing one of her breasts. The heat had began to radiate from between her legs. She could feel his bit beginning to stiffen as he slowly swayed his hips back and forth, both hands now gripping firmly onto her ass.
Franz gently wrapped his fingers around Annette's neck, forcing his lips up closely to her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you like he couldn't". He whispered.
Of course only natural that Annette thought his French was still a bit rusty. She ignored the strange utterance and focused on the enamoring feelings she deeply longed to explore. Franz pulled away, and glared at Annette for a moment. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tight.
"I want you to bow down to me" a menacing smile grew ear to ear. Annette was aroused by his thirst. It was compelling. She then proceeded to kneel on to the concrete, her frivolous eyes glaring back into his, only his looked slightly vacant. He took a few steps towards her and towered over her slumped body.
"My little lamb"
Franz ushered for her hands. Placing them right over his zipper, gesturing that she exposes him. She complied. She unzips him, watching as his pants fall effortlessly to his ankles. "Touch it". His gaze was like a knife at her throat. She slowly brushed her hand across the bulge hidden underneath his drawers, then proceeded to remove them as well. Annette firmly grasped it and began to stroke him as he watched inattentively. Annette ran the tip of his cock across her lips and compiled an abundance of kisses down towards his base.
Franz ran his fingers through Annette's hair and gripped it by its roots, she let out a low cry and held onto his hand with both of hers. Franz took his other free hand and torn her blouse from her chest. All of the buttons hitting the concrete at once and finding there way off the balcony. He filled his hand with her breast again and ran his finger across her nipple. Her heart was pummeling with excitement. Franz sat down, not breaking his gaze from her. "Suck it". He said, while grasping on to himself and holding it for her, his other hand still holding on to her hair.
She filled her mouth slowly with his tip. Motioning her head back and forth slowly. Saliva seeping through the corners of her mouth as he pushed her head slowly down his base.
Annette's eyes watered, black mascara had begun to run down her face, she started to pull away for a breath of air but was reunited with Franz tip back in her mouth. He was supporting the back of her neck, with his thumbs pressed against her cheeks and thrusting into her mouth.
"suce bien maintenant" he said. His tongue hanging out, eyes squinted, a face full of determination and focus.