Learning more about Malcolm and his past. Knowing what happens to Paxton in the end made Malcolm’s thoughts about him funnier.
Malcolm Dawson is number one on the rugby roster and on my list of chunks to ride or mountains to climb this semester. I’d thought the blonde that cozied up to him between the pitch and me would’ve deterred him, but he dismissed her in favor of me. I’m not some silly, naive girl who would take that to mean I’m special. The way that girl acted made it obvious they’d hooked up in the past. I didn’t come to watch the rugby team without considering they’d be a bunch of hoes. I still couldn’t get him out of my head. I’d looked him up, of course. I discovered he’s the rugby team captain, Delta Kappa Epsilon’s vice president, and a mechanical engineering program senior. He checks so many boxes. The epitome of chunk is at the top of my list. He must be dependable and organized if he was named captain and vice president of a fraternity. He has to be smart to be in mechanical engineering. And while I have no doubt he’s a hoe, he’s a smooth hoe with that hand kiss. Given that he’s a senior
I knew Pam would be at the club tonight. How? Well, it’s not because I’m psychic or anything. It’s not in my bag of demonic tricks. I know because Aidan told me. Turns out he’s got her in his archeology class. He called me because he’s got a thing for her roommate. I didn’t ask. Aidan wanted me to be bait for Pam so he could talk to her roommate alone. It sounded like a win all around. I’d get to check Pam off the list. She’d get to check me off her list, which I’m betting she has a list. Aidan would get to scratch her roommate off his list. And if the roommate is the Asian girl from practice, she could check off losing her virginity early into her freshman year. See, we all win. Getting a bunch of the guys from the team to be in for a trip to Toad’s Place was easy. Sal was already planning to go and find his meal for the night. Max was down when I texted him, and he invited Nerio since they were in the same frat. By the time we arrived, the starting lineup was on board. We’d spli
Hana proved to be a trickle truther, or maybe I shouldn’t call it that. It just takes her longer to give more details. When I’d given up a chance to hook up with Malcolm to check on her, she’d been vague, saying a guy named Aidan had been hitting on her, and while, at first, she was flattered, she quickly stopped being and left. She’d apologized and said she owed me for making me feel I had to choose a night of fun with Malcolm or checking on her. Then I found out days later that the guy was, in fact, my archeology teacher, Professor McHottie, I mean McCabe. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could suddenly not be flattered at him flirting. But that just showed Hana was an odd girl. It only made more bizarre when I considered the conversation I partially overheard a few weeks later. It didn’t make any sense. Even as I replayed the one-sided snibits I’d heard in my head. “Damn it. I really should have checked that before I decided on my university.” Hana had groaned. “Nothing like that. I
I felt bad when I invited Pam to the party and even eagerly extended the invitation to her roommate, Hana. It’s not that I didn’t want Pam to come. Take that as dirty as you want. It felt underhanded to ensure she would bring Hana so Aidan could attempt to fix whatever went wrong that night at the club and every time he’d seen her since. He hadn’t explained anything to me. I only knew Hana had been dodging him for weeks. I admit that’s truly impressive. In all the years I’ve known Aidan, I’ve never seen a woman go out of her way to avoid him. Typically, they throw themselves at him. Now, this college freshman is giving him the runaround. Either she’s not interested, or he should consider that she likes girls. Or this girl is a mastermind, and it’s to make him chase her and work for it. Even if I didn’t understand the fascination beyond that, she didn’t just give in to him; I still sent him a stealth text when she arrived at the party. That’s another thing that had my gears turning.
Hell YES! I have been waiting and wanting to get Malcolm Dawson naked since the moment I laid eyes on him weeks ago. And while I’m all for girls looking out for each other plus all that weird shit, I heard Hana saying on the phone I was not leaving Malcolm AGAIN because she wanted to go. Her stooges could walk her to the dorm, and I knew that if they didn’t or they did and pissed her off, Hana would handle herself. Malcolm kisses better than any guy I’ve kissed before. He probably has more practice than guys I knew in high school. His long and wide tongue twirled and folded around mine while his meaty hands kneaded my ass as he carried me like I weighed nothing to his bed. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I’m a chunk hunter. A toothpick wouldn’t even try, let alone be able to lift and carry me to a bed like that. I squinted a little when he turned the light on. Thankfully, it wasn’t super bright; it was a table lamp instead of an overhead light. I didn’t care what his room lo
Frustrating is one word to describe sex with Pam. I’m not saying the sex was bad. Far from it. It was only frustrating because no matter how many times I made that girl cum I couldn’t feed off her sexual energy. This has never happened to me. Even when my power first started to come in, I could get a boost just from the general sexual energy of a kid three rooms over jacking it. Yet, balls deep in Pam, I couldn’t get anything. Well, I mean, I got pleasure from fucking her. It was a hell of a good time. Not often that I got a girl in my bed that was down to be tied up while I fucked her. I’ve had a few, but those were bunnies who have long since graduated. I wouldn’t have the rope or spots on my headboard and footboard to secure them if I’d never ventured into that kink. Pam handled it well enough that I think I might’ve unlocked a new kink for her. By the time I was done, not just in that I came but that I’d decided to stop trying to feed off her. She was exhausted, and it wasn’t w
If this place had turned out actually to be just a bookstore, I was going to be pissed and look up the nearest club to hit up sans Malcolm. I did not dress up in this tight black zipper front bodice top and short red skirt to drive two hours to look around a bookstore. If I’d been told we were shopping for books, I’d have been down and dressed accordingly, but I was promised an exclusive members-only club. Thank god there was more to this place than met the eye. There was so much to look at that I didn’t know where to look at it at first. I settled on the exhibitionist demo with the sexy redhead getting tied up by a chunk lite. Yes, that’s how I’m describing the guy. He wasn’t a full chunk like Malcolm, but the potential was there. He looked like he worked out just enough to have muscle tone and be strong enough to Dominate someone. So, it’s not unattractive, but I’d still take Malcolm if given the choice. And the guy made that choice super easy. It was weird when the guy stopped
I’ve been spending more time with Pam, no labels, but the guys, especially Max, have been giving me grief about how much I’ve been seeing of her since our failed date at Well Thumbed. I know the bunnies, especially that one girl… whatever her name is, have taken notice and are not happy. Pam has been with me at every party I’ve been to since that date. I’ve managed to ignore them. I don’t know why I gravitate to Pam. I like being around her, even when we aren’t fucking. Though the sex has been fan-fucking-tastic. Because I spend more time with Pam, I know that Hana has been feeling a bit ignored and may be used by Aidan and his friends. I know they write her notes. I’ve had to pass some along. I don’t know what they say. I don’t read them and will not ask Hana or Aidan to tell me what is in them. That’s their business. I find it shitty that they string her along with these letters but, in public, act like she’s another faceless student. I hope, for all their sakes, whatever is going