CHAPTER 3

Vrmmm, vrmmm. The phone kept vibrating.

I wasn't over him yet. I wished things were different between us. He was so sweet and intentional. He worshipped me. I missed the piggyback rides by the lake. The evening rides with the horizon in view. I missed everything. I wished he hadn't traveled and changed suddenly. We had plans for a winter vacation in Europe. That was all in the bin now. Did he meet another girl?

I'd had these thoughts and breakdowns before orientation day. I was expecting his calls and texts all day. None. Unreplied texts and missed calls. I'd texted several times. I made up my mind before orientation night. And now he texted and called? What could have happened? Did he miss me? Why would he call?

I let the phone stop ringing. I'd made up my mind. I wasn't going to answer.

I'd unlocked a new horizon. Let sleeping dogs lie. After all, I was close to Mr. Sleeveless here.

"You aren't going to answer it?" he started with his baritone voice.

"No," I replied immediately. I turned my phone face down as the light was interfering with the ambience of the theater.

"Couple trouble, or sibling trouble?" he asked, somewhere between a joke and concern.

"Erhhh…" The words dragged from my mouth. Should I lie? Why lie to him, though? "We ended things," I said, more firmly.

"Hmm, couple trouble then," he said calmly. "Probably he isn't over you yet."

"I'm over him. That's what matters." The lies came out unfiltered. I just dropped a big lie.

"If you need someone to talk to…" He started softly, then put his arm around me and moved a little closer. "I can lend a listening ear."

"Oh really? Thanks. That's nice of you." I replied with a half smile. I didn't move. His arm felt so strong and sturdy. Gosh. Stronger than my boyfriend's — no, I mean my ex. Yeah, he was in the past now, and Mr. Big Hands had made a smooth move. My heart started racing. The movie was almost coming to an end.

"How long have you known Aydon?" I asked, trying to soften the room. For me, not for him. He knew what he was doing. His next words were calculated and they rolled out shockingly.

"Is that the question you really want to ask?" He said slowly, turning to me with a half-witty smile.

Excuse you? What did he mean? I didn't know what he meant. What should I have asked? Was this a move? But his voice made me stutter. Even if I didn't understand the words, I understood the voice. My body reacted. I tried to be calm.

"What do you mean?" I started with a smile. "What other questions should I have?"

"Just kidding." His voice was softer this time. "Twelve years. We live in the same neighborhood."

"It must have been coo—" I was about to reply. What I wanted to say, I can't remember even till now. But I felt a warm hand on my chin, cupping it up for a kiss.

That was bold. That was a big move. What should I do? His face was coming closer. His arm was around me, pulling me close. I was supposed to be studying. Now I had a split second to decide to lean in or not. I closed my eyes. I felt the rush.

His warm lips over mine. They were soft like cherry, unlike his hands. He kissed me slowly. I liked it. I shouldn't. But why? I was single, hot, and young. It was my life. But I came to study. I kissed him back. He got the memo. He pressed me into him. His chest felt safe. I came for Aydon and Amaye. I was with the sleeveless guy. How? From the orientation hall to his arms. It felt so swift.

I let go of the thoughts in my head and enjoyed the pure ecstasy of being kissed. Warm feelings spread all over my nerves, awakening every fiber of arousal in me. The rest were still sleeping — or were pretending to be; I couldn't figure it out. We were focused on each other. His arm reached under my sweater. I allowed him. Then he stopped abruptly.

What the hell? What torture? Why stop? Did I complain? Did I kiss badly? Didn't he like me? Should I ask? All these thoughts were in my head when he swept me off with his strong arms.

"Let's go," he said as he scooped me up effortlessly.

To where? I only said that in my head. My lips were glistening from the kiss. I had a smile on my face as he carried me out of the mini theater. He knew his way around the house. The lights were dimmed and he still made it to a room effortlessly. We didn't bother to turn the light on. One word from me could spoil this moment. What did I want? Should I?

"Are you okay?" he said softly.

I nodded. I couldn't speak. I was enjoying every moment.

The nod was the final green flag he needed. He descended on me with kisses as we sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for my sweater and pulled it off effortlessly. So smooth that if I had planned to stop him, it would have been too late. I liked that. I helped him unhook my bra. He pulled off his sleeveless shirt.

His arms were the least sexy thing about him. His chest was broad and chiseled. He had abs like chocolate bars, and they were all hard. Damn. My body responded. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. Omg. It was happening. A one-night stand. Unplanned sex. I'd never had anything like that. It felt hot and raw. His hands came over me, first on my right breast.

"You are so hot," he let out a moan.

He caressed it softly. His other hand reached for the back of my neck as he pulled me in for a kiss. It felt like heaven.

Mr. Sleeveless wasn't clueless. He worked every inch of my body with his fingers. I felt his cock grow between my legs. We stopped briefly to breathe and to completely undress. I removed my jeans. He proceeded to help me with my panties. Then he pushed me against the bed and knelt between my legs. I felt his warm breath close to my clit. He hesitated. I squirmed. Come on. Eat me.

He simply kissed my inner thighs, which made my body twitch. This was torture. Come on. I'd never been worked like this. Ever. I was loving it. He kissed all over my thighs before coming close with his warm breath again.

"Taste me," I half-cried, half-moaned.

He obliged. I almost cried from pleasure. His tongue was fast. He ate me like he was going for an award. I bucked and squirmed all over. It was the best I'd ever had. He stretched his hands and played with my nipples. My eyes rolled to the back.

"Fuck… me…" I begged.

"Say it louder," he said calmly. "Like you mean it." Then he continued eating me out.

"Fuck me… please."

He was in total control. I let him. He stopped and looked up at me with total lust. I was enjoying every moment. He brought his dick close to my pussy and tapped it. It was thick, massive girth. Average length, but the veins were popping. Gosh. I wanted to taste it. At the same time, I wanted it inside me. Deep in me.

He hesitated. Then, with a controlled thrust, he pierced my wet, dripping pussy. I heard a squishing sound as he reached the deepest parts. I closed my eyes to savor every moment. It wasn't what I had in mind for the evening. But bless heavens, it was better than anything I had in mind.

"You are so warm," he groaned, biting his lower lip.

He maintained a steady rhythm. I was at the edge. I was holding it in. His face was enjoying every moment of it. The pleasure in his face sent me to climax. I buckled under his grip. He didn't hesitate this time. He pounded me faster. I would have given him my soul at that moment. I literally vibrated. It was a release of intense pleasure. He climaxed as my pussy tightened around his cock.

"That… was… so… nice." He was trying to catch his breath.

I didn't say anything. I was so overwhelmed. I was so flushed. I didn't want to think. I just wanted to exist.

I bathed and put on only my sweater and panties. He came and lay beside me. He cupped me, and we just lay there. No words.

Then I remembered my phone. I shouldn't have. I should have just laid there. It was in the mini theater.

"Give me a minute." I got up and headed for the door.

"Are you going out like that?" He gestured to my panties.

"It's just to grab my phone." I opened the door. "I'll be back in no time."

He blew me a kiss. I smiled back as I caught it. I stepped out, hoping to find my way around.

It was a bit dark. I could still remember the way to the theater. The movie credits were rolling. Aydon wasn't in the theater. I didn't care where he was. I'd just been plowed by Mr. Sleeveless, and I liked it. I grabbed my phone and headed back to the room. At least that's where I had in mind.

"…" (Haha, still not telling my name.)

I was almost at the door when I heard my name. Once. That soft voice. Amaye?

I turned back and saw her sitting in the darkness alone. She was on the same couch I'd sat on earlier with the sleeveless guy.

"Hey, what's up?" I answered, trying to see in the darkness.

"I'm here." She motioned to the couch, then pressed a button on the side of the coffee table. Soft golden-yellow light turned on. Ambient. Just enough to see faces.

"Oh. Where's Aydon?" I sank into the chair. It felt soft and cold on my ass. Then I remembered I was wearing only panties.

"He stepped out..." She saw me in only panties, and her face changed. More surprised, I thought. "…Business issues," she added.

Business issues? Weren't we all freshmen here? He handled business already? That's when I knew there was a lot I didn't know. And sure enough, there was a whole lot.

I was close to her now. Suddenly my heart began racing. She was still wearing the tank top from earlier. Her nipples were visible. No. You just fucked Mr. Sleeveless. Don't do anything stupid. There was a brief silence.

"I see you had a good time," she said, half smiling.

"Yeah, I did." I blushed. "Can you tell me about him?"

The words sounded stupid as they rolled out. One: I was asking about a guy I'd just fucked. Two: that wasn't what I wanted to ask. I wanted to say tell me about yourself.

"He's cool," she started.

Is he? Fuck, he's more than that. He's hot.

"Just be careful around him."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…" She went on and on.

She was right. She was very right. But still, I shouldn't have left Cade’s bed, because of what happened next.

"Thanks so much," I responded. She pulled me in for a hug.

Cushioned hugs. One second. Two seconds. Three.

The hug felt warm. We stayed there. I think she made the first move, or maybe I did. Can't tell.

The lights came on suddenly. I remember seeing Aydon in shock and disbelief — maybe lust somewhere in there. Her breasts were in my palms, and her fingers were in my pussy.

I couldn't move. Her fingers were still inside me. His eyes were on us. No one spoke. The only sound was the soft hum of the projector winding down. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to stay. I didn't know which feeling was worse.

What have I done? I just fucked half the group in one night.

And the other half was watching.