She bites her lip hard, nodding.
“That’s what I thought,” I say before claiming her mouth with my own.
She threads her fingers through my hair as I swallow her moans. My tongue slips past her parted lips to explore, licking deep into her mouth as she writhes with pleasure.
Making sure I have her secured against me, I pull away from the wall and walk backward down the hall.
“Where are we going?” she murmurs against my lips.
“You’ll see.”
Rounding the end of the hall, I grab the door handle of the men’s communal shower room and pull it open. We tumble inside the empty space—no one is in here at three in the morning—and I lead us into a stall.
I push her up against the cool tile of the wall and she lets out a small hiss as her burning-hot skin meets the hard surface, not appreciating the drastic temperature change. Reaching for the knob, I turn it to full blast and warm water pours down on us.
“Bronx!” she scolds, whining about how her dress and makeup are going to be ruined.
I mold my lips to hers, silencing her cries of displeasure, which quickly turn to moans.
Skimming my hands up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, I push her short dress up to her waist, exposing her black lace panties. I place her on her feet and sink to my knees, pulling the thin scrap of fabric down her long tan legs to pool around her heel-clad feet.
Before standing, I look up at her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she looks down at me, soaking wet, dress bunched up to her waist with nothing but desire in her eyes. As I stand, I pull my soaking-wet T-shirt over my head, struggling as the fabric clings to my body. I let it drop to the floor with aplopbefore reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. I fish out a condom and unbutton my jeans, pushing the fabric down my legs along with my boxers.
I tear open the foil packet with my teeth, then roll the latex on, gripping her thigh and hooking it around my hip before pushing into her. Sweet little moans pass her lips and mix with the pattering of the water before my name echoes off the tiled walls with a scream.
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Two
Olivia
Groggily, I roll over to check my alarm clock and see that it’s just past ten in the morning. With a groan, I throw back the blankets and force myself to get up. It’s Wednesday during the first week of classes, and I’ve already skipped Monday and Tuesday.
Football practice has been kicking my ass, so I’ve been sleeping in. The first day of classes are all syllabus days anyway, so what does it matter? Kids are floating around with schedule changes, too, so it’s not like teachers will assign any real homework. But today I have my anatomy class lab, and I don’t want to get stuck with some random as my partner. I at least want some control over who I’ll be paired with for the whole semester.
After a quick shower I get dressed in a simple black T-shirt and dark jeans. I manage to slip a pen into my back pocket, deciding to skip carrying my backpack around, before heading out the door to the science building.
I find room 109, the anatomy lab, and walk in. The stench of formaldehyde immediately wafts up my nose, and I look around to see that most of the tables are already full.
I’m glancing around, weighing my limited options, when long raven hair and piercing green eyes catch mine. Adrianna looks up and I see a hint of a smirk tug at her plump lips. Her table of four is already full, but she waves me over.
I just give her a simple nod in greeting, refusing to comply. I know she wants me to be her partner, but I’m not willing to go down that road. I don’t want to blur any more lines with her and give her any false hope.
I scan the room again, finding a table of three guys who all look like loners. They glare at me.
All right, clearly I’m not welcome.
There’s a table of two girls sitting next to each other, looking at me intently, hunger in their eyes.
Pass.
The only table left has a boy and girl sitting together, both of them total nerds, but they’ll have to do. Maybe I’ll have a chance of passing this class if they’ll carry the load.
I walk over and take a seat across from them. The boy has short dark hair, and he’s pale as fuck. His rodent-like face is buried in his phone, and he doesn’t even acknowledge me as I sit down. The girl next to him looks to be of Indian descent with dark curly hair and light-brown skin. Her narrow face and high cheekbones are nearly covered by large, thick-rimmed glasses. She looks up at me from the thick textbook she’s reading, and her dark-brown eyes widen when she recognizes me.
She gapes at me for a few moments, and I pull my phone out of my pocket, staring at it to try to make things less awkward. I’m starting to rethink my decision about sitting here.
I look over my shoulder at Adrianna’s table to see her and the other three girls in a heated discussion, keeping their voices low as they argue over who’s going to be exiled to make room for me.
