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  That night I am reading for my English Lit class when there is a knock at our door. Kylie is across the hall so at first, I thought she forgot her key. But when I pulled open the door, Alex is on the other side beaming widely and holding a small bouquet of fake daisies. He shoved them at me and asks to come in. “Sure. Where did you get these very dusty flowers?” I ask humorously. “From the desk in the entrance to your building,” he smiles. I laugh and he smiles. He puts his arms around my waist and kisses me on the forehead. “So, how are you? Did you enjoy your break?” he asks. I look up at him as he sways us slightly in a sort of dance as he holds onto me. “I did. Especially New Year’s Eve. That was really fun,” I said coyly. “Oh yeah? Why is that?” he smiles. “Because I had a pretty terrific date that night,” I admit. He lifts my chin and kisses me soft and slow.

  After that night, Alex and I spend a lot of time together. We often hold hands and kiss. He doesn’t push for anything more again, even when we are alone. His fraternity is having a date night party. The fraternity guys are supposed to bring their committed girlfriends. If they aren’t in a committed relationship, they don’t attend. It is a dinner and dancing type of event in their frat house. Alex tells me about it and then says, “I would like to bring you Maura.” He looks at me expectantly. “But we aren’t in a committed relationship,” I protest. He grins, “I want to be, do you?” “With me?” I ask. He laughs, “Well yes! Of course!” “Maura McDevitt, will you be in a committed relationship with me?” he asks as he holds my hands in his. “I will,” I say just before I kiss him.

  The night of the party at Alex’s frat house, Kylie, Maddie and Izzy help me get ready. None of them will be attending. I wear a sexy black number Kylie brought back to school after break. “You look so good!” Izzy says as I look at myself in the full-length mirror. They all nod in agreement. Alex arrives to get me with real flowers this time. He looks shocked at my appearance. “Oh my God! What’s wrong? Do I look alright? Am I dressed wrong?” I panic. “You look breathtaking! I can’t believe you are going with me!” he stumbles. He puts his arm out for me to take and we leave.

  As we walk across campus to his frat house hand in hand, people glance in our direction and do double takes. I guess we are more dressed up than the usual coeds strolling campus, which earns us curious looks. I even get a hoot and a couple whistles. Alex just shakes his head and smiles. “I told you! You’re fucking gorgeous!” he says as he grips my hand tighter. “All these guys want to be with you,” he says. “You are special.” I lean close to his ear as we walk and say, “But I’m with you.” And then I kiss his cheek. I can’t stop smiling after that.

  The night is fun. We eat and dance to a lot of fast songs and all the slow songs. They have a DJ in the living room, and they moved all the furniture to the perimeter of the room to allow for dancing. They also have plenty to drink. I consume a good bit of fruity wine and a sweet frozen concoction they have premade in a blender and left out in a pitcher. I am feeling woozy. Alex has also consumed a lot of beer. We are both flying high.

  There is a line for the powder room on the main floor. Alex pulls me out of line and directs me up the staircase. He points out an open bathroom down a dimly lit hallway. When I exit the bathroom, Alex is standing in the hall nursing a beer. He embraces me and sets his beer down on a small table in the hallway. He asks if I am alright. I say I am, but I feel a little woozy. He bends down and picks me up into his arms. He carries me bridal style down the hall and kicks open a door and enters the room. He flips on a light and lays me on the bed and then locks the door. “Alex, you can’t just put me on someone’s bed!” I protest. “It isn’t someone’s bed, it’s my bed,” he says as he takes off his shoes and tie. I am too tired and dizzy to care. I crawl up into the fetal position and close my eyes.

  The next thing I realize Alex is undressing me. He takes off my stilettos, dropping them on the floor. Then he unzips my dress and removes it, then hangs it up in his closet. I am in my black lace G-string and matching bra and nothing else under the covers in Alex’s bed. He strips down to his boxers and gets in bed with me. He is pressing into my back and exploring the front of me with his hands. I can feel his hard erection on my lower back. He is rubbing my breasts through my bra and occasionally his hands drift south rubbing me there through the tiny patch of lacey material covering me. He gently bites my ear and kisses and nuzzles my neck.

  I start to get turned on by these actions and the feel of him on my back. He groans into my ear, “Maura I am desperate for you.” I am sure he means he wants to have sex. I turn my head to look at his face. He pulls me on top of him. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?” he asks. “No,” I assure him. He is grinding his hips into me and I am doing the same at this point. He reaches behind me and unclasps my strapless bra. It falls freely to the bed. He kisses and sucks on my ample breasts while still grinding his hard cock into my core. Suddenly I feel the G-string being ripped away. He pulls me up on top of him and pushes himself into me. He moans as he is fully seated inside me. He holds my ass in both hands and lifts me up and down on his swollen cock. I am enjoying the feeling of him gliding in and out of me and then he roars in my ear and I feel his cock pulsate as the condom he is wearing fills. He bites my chin playfully and then lifts me off of him and gets up and deposits the condom in a trashcan.

  After that we lay spooning in his bed, naked. I lie awake most of the night listening to his soft snore. My mind wanders and I am consumed with thoughts of the night. I had sex with Alex, but we are committed to each other now. I was drunk during said sex, but I wasn’t so drunk that I didn’t consent. I consented. I just can’t help feeling a little used. I feel a lot like I did after sex with Mason. Sex with both of them was centered around what they needed and wanted. I don’t know why but I start to imagine what sex with Zack would have been like. We never got that far. He didn’t want to rush it. Now I’ll never know.

  Alex wakes around 6 am. He slides slowly out of bed and retrieves his boxers from the floor. He shimmies them on and then leaves the room. He disappears into the hall; I assume to use the bathroom. When he returns, I pretend to be dead asleep as he helps himself to fondling my breasts and rubbing my ass. He chants quietly, “mine, mine, mine” as he returns to spooning me from behind while holding my breasts. This time we both fall asleep.

  Chapter 17

  Zack

  Early on a Saturday night, me and Jason are walking across campus headed to a party at Macklin Commons. A couple of girls Jason knows are hosting the party with their roommates in their suite. As we are walking, Jason is in the middle of a story about something him and his friends from home did over winter break. I, along with everyone else in the vicinity, notice an absolutely gorgeous blonde wearing a figure-hugging black dress that reaches just above her knee and sky-high heels. I am instantly aware that this is Maura. She is walking hand in hand with the tall, stocky buzzed haired guy I saw her kissing in Times Square. They are laughing and smiling as they walk along. My heart sinks as I watch the girl that I love moving on. She appears to be happy and more beautiful than ever.

  Jason realized I had stopped listening and was consumed by the sight a few yards away. He looked in the direction of my gaze. “She’s hot man! I have noticed her many times this year. I think her name is Maureen or something like that,” he says. “Maura,” I correct him. “What?” he asks. “Her name is Maura,” I say louder now that she is long gone, literally and figuratively. “Oh,” he says confused. “Do you know the guy?” I ask him. “No. But I’m pretty sure he is a football player, upper classman and a frat,” he groans. I turn towards our original destination and we continue on.

  We enter the party, and we are immediately handed beers and greeted with hugs from the party hosts, Addison and Miranda. They share a four-bedroom suite and a common area with two other girls. The party is primarily in the common area. I see a few people coming in and out of a couple of the bedrooms that have the doors ajar. The doors are shut on the other rooms. The
space is limited but it works.

  Jason introduced me to Addison and Miranda a couple days ago. I could tell right away that these girls were interested in me. They asked about my tattoo and when I told them I had another on my chest, they asked to see it. I granted their request and pulled my shirt up to reveal my chest and abs. They looked amazed when they looked over my body. Addison reached out and traced the dragon with her finger. This caused me to shudder and my dick twitched. She smirked and winked at me. I quickly pulled my shirt back down. They invited me to their party that day. Jason already was planning to come.

  Jason brought his guitar, after a couple beers, he sits on a chair and starts to strum it. He breaks out in the full out acoustic version of Guns N’ Roses’ Patience. He has a great voice in combination with his guitar skills. Most of the girls at the party sit around him on the floor as he entertains them. I sit on the couch drinking a beer, enjoying his impromptu concert when Addison walks up casually and sits on my lap.

  Her super long black silky hair pools in my lap. After a bit I put my arm around her waist, so she doesn’t fall or maybe for other reasons. She smells wonderful and the more she leans in and her body touches mine, I feel combustible. She turns a bit on my lap rubbing against my straining cock until we are face to face. She brushes my loose hair from my face and leans in and kisses me. I pull her closer as we kiss to Jason’s version of the Foo Fighters’ Everlong. We are tangled up on that couch for everyone to see, sucking the breath from each other for what seems like hours.

  Addison pulls away from my mouth and stands up. She reaches a hand for me and drags me away. Jason is still playing his guitar with many girls swooning around him. He looks up at me, gives me a smile and a tip of his head as he continues playing. Addison hauls us towards one of the closed doors. She opens it and pulls me inside, closing and locking it behind her. A single bed, chest of drawers, a desk and chair fill the tiny space.

  I am pushed onto the bed and then it starts. She pulls my boots off and then straddles me while ripping at my shirt. She pulls it over my head and then sheds her own shirt revealing her hot pink bra. I reach up behind her back and release her bra. Her tits spring loose in my face. I suck and lick at them. She reaches down and unfastens my button and unzips the jeans. I lift up with her on top of me and wriggle out of my jeans and boxers. She is still wearing her leggings. I frantically pull them off her. She is now on top of me with a pink G-string on and nothing else. I am completely naked. It is obvious to me that this girl has experience and knows what she likes.

  She reaches over to her desk drawer and pulls out a condom. She opens it with her teeth and rolls it over my throbbing dick. She reaches down and moves her G-string to the side and then mounts me. She rolls back and forth riding me with a fever pitch. She strokes her own breasts and moans loudly as she rides me and after only a couple minutes, she shakes violently and yells, “Yes, Yes, fuck me Zack!” as she comes hard. This erotic vision combined with the pleasure I am feeling bring me to a body shuddering orgasm. I groan and hold on to her as I empty into the condom.

  After a few minutes, I get up and pull off the condom. She tells me there is a trashcan next to the desk and I throw it in there. I get up and pull on my boxers and jeans. She is watching my every move from the bed. “Where are you going?” she asks. “I guess I should see what Jason is up to,” I stammer. She smiles, “OK,” and rolls onto her back pulling her comforter onto her. I finish dressing and then stand. Looking her way, I say, “Thanks Addison. I’ll see you around.” She smiles at me and says, “You certainly will.”

  I stroll back into the common area of the suite and find Jason kissing a girl on the couch, his guitar laying at his feet. I decide to head back to our room alone. As I’m walking back, I get to the location on campus where I had seen Maura earlier. I instantly remember how stunning she looked for that guy. He was taking her somewhere she could get dressed up for. She was in her element. I could never offer her that kind of lifestyle. I am only good for hookups with strange women. Those were plentiful but I craved more. I craved what I felt with Maura. Maybe I could find it with someone else. Maybe I should be looking somewhere else.

  I notice I get a lot of attention at this school. I constantly feel the glare of female admiration on me in class, in the dining hall, walking on campus, studying in the library. It is always there. Most of these girls are curious of me. They probably just want to fulfill some bad boy fantasy and I look the part. I am completely aware of the difference between me and most of the guys on this campus.

  I also garner the attention of sorority girls. They smile at me coyly when I catch them checking me out in their put-together outfits, trendy shoes and perfectly crafted hair and makeup. They always look like they get up extra early to get ready for the day instead of rolling out of bed and heading straight to class like the rest of us. There are a few of these types of girls in my Econ class. They sit together, and I catch them looking at me and giggling amongst themselves. I always get the impression they are imagining something forbidden with me and not ridiculing me as girls like them often did in high school.

  As Econ class is ending one day, I gather my books and pens and put them in my backpack. One of those girls approach me. She swaggers up to me with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She smiles and says, “Hi I’m Izzy.” She reaches out to shake my hand. “Hey, I’m Zack,” I answer as I shake her soft manicured hand. “Are you an Econ major?” she asks. “No. Actually Engineering. How about you?” I ask. “I’m still undecided. But it’s a possibility,” she smiles. “Are you headed to another class?” she asks. “No actually I’m done for the day,” I answer truthfully. “Me too! Do you want to grab a coffee?” She asked confidently. I hesitate and look around before saying, “Sure lead the way.” I hold out my arm for her to go first and follow this girl out of the door.

  She makes pleasant conversation along the way towards the little coffee kiosk set up on campus. It is a warmer than normal day, so we order our coffee and sit down at one of the outdoor tables. She talks about her classes and her roommate and what she has been up to so far this year. She actually is friendly and engaging. I discover she is also a first year, but from out of state, has two sisters and is in fact a sorority girl. This perplexes me somewhat as I have already learned in my short time here, sorority girls pair with fraternity guys, no one else. Maybe she just wanted a new friend.

  We continue our conversation well past the time it took to finish our coffees. I am supposed to meet Jason soon for dinner. I tell her I am expected someplace soon. She apologizes for talking so much. “My friends always tell me I ramble on too much, sorry,” she says. “Not at all,” I smile. “I enjoy talking with you,” I offer. She smiles back, “I enjoyed it too. Thank you! Maybe we can do this again. Can I get your number?” Well I wasn’t expecting that. “Sure. I ask her for her phone. I put my number in her sparkly phone and text myself with it, so I have her contact info. We part ways and I wish her a good night.

  Chapter 18

  Maura

  My night with Alex is the beginning of our relationship. We spend most of our free time together. He usually tries to get me to have sex every chance he can. I don’t know if I should be flattered or annoyed. He definitely worships my body. He is always touching me and complimenting me, even in front of both my friends and his.

  Even though football season is over, Alex still has to keep a workout schedule and have regular meetings with the team, sometimes for dinner. I am actually grateful for this. I relish my time with my friends. Kylie and I are still close but with me constantly spending time with Alex, she has forged a tight bond with Maddie and Izzy. They always welcome me when I am able to spend time with them and I really enjoy those times.

  One of those nights is Monday. Alex has weightlifting with the team every Monday and Wednesday night and then a team dinner. On those nights, I go to the student gym and do a workout with Kylie and then eat dinner with the girls in Beacon. Kylie and I shower and head over to Beacon
for dinner. Izzy and Maddie wave us over to our usual table after we grab our food. They greet us and we talk about our weekend, our classes and whatever else comes up. Izzy leans in and announces, “Remember that hot guy from my Econ class I was salivating over?” “The one with the tattoo?” Kylie asks. “Yes, that one,” Izzy answers. “I approached him after class today and asked him to have coffee with me!” she gushed. “He went with me and we talked for over an hour! He was great actually. We exchanged numbers and we may do that again!” she said excitedly.

  Maddie broke Izzy’s proverbial bubble. “You know you can’t take a guy like that to any sorority events, right?” she asks Izzy. “Well of course I can’t! But I would never have spoken to a guy like that when I was in high school and now, I’m curious,” she answers. “I don’t expect to marry him!” she laughs. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to even talk to him!” says Kylie. “Maura dated a guy like that in high school you know. Except her guy had two tattoos and a motorcycle!” Kylie boasts. I snort, “One thing I learned, those type of guys are not in it for the long haul,” I say sadly.

  The next night, I go over Alex’s frat house to “study” with him. I actually know this meant to have sex with him. I do enjoy spending time with him, and he loves to introduce me as his girlfriend and hold claim to me in front of his frat brothers. But when we are intimate, I feel like I am doing a job. A job that entails me satisfying him and never the other way around. I don’t think this is purposeful. I truly believe he thinks I am satisfied because he is satisfied. He doesn’t understand the concept that he has to put some effort into that.

  Alex and I continue on like that for most of the Spring semester. He is always holding my hand and draping his arm across my back in a possessive manner. No guy dares to look my way when we are together. I start to feel like his property. I have felt that way before with Mason and I am starting to see the same signs. I will have to try to change it or get out.