The boy next Door

Summer before freshman year of college...My lips quirk at the corners as I glance around. It's fucking madness and I wouldn't have it any other way. This is exactly the way you kick off summer vacation. Leave it to Beck Hollingsworth to throw the mother of all graduation parties. The three key ingredients for a kickass party are present-scantily clad chicks, plenty of free-flowing booze, and last but not least, parents conspicuously absent from the festivities. Never let it be said that Beck doesn't know how to do it up right. After all, this isn't his first rodeo. This guy has thrown some over-the-top, police-called-to-break-it-up, someone-almost-drowns-in-the-pool parties over the years.There's a girl tucked under each arm as they stare adoringly up at me. Albeit drunkenly. A few more crowd around me, circling like sharks, waiting for an opportunity to home in on the action. Delicate hands stroke over my bare chest. Another female presses her breasts against my back as n

Late spring of freshman year... The soft strains of stringed instruments fill the theatre as I crack open one of the double doors and carefully slip inside the darkened space. A few people seated in the back turn and stare as I settle on a seat in the last row.I've arrived in the middle of someone's performance. The ballerina leaps across the stage before halting. With her arms stretched out in front of her, she holds the pose before slowly folding in half and sweeping her arms across the floor. The spotlight shining on her dims as the music fades into nothingness. There's a moment of silence before applause rings throughout the packed auditorium.Did I miss it? Is the show over?I'd planned on getting here earlier, but Coach kept us an extra thirty minutes. We might not be in season, but practice and lifting starts up again in late winter and goes through the summer. Honestly, there is no down time. Especially when you play Division I college sports. It's more like a job

Her brows skyrocket across her forehead before she does the unthinkable and shakes her head. "Sorry, maybe another time. We're in the middle of something."I'm a little thrown off by her behavior.First of all, I'm damn well aware of what they're in the middle of and that's exactly what I'm attempting to break up.Second, is Alyssa really telling me no?Me?Is this the same girl who would have spread her legs for me at one of Beck's pool parties? Let's get serious here-or any other time I wanted?"Look, Mont-""Shut the hell up," I glance at Jameson and snap, "this doesn't concern you. So stay out of it."His eyes widen. I don't think he could be more surprised if I actually tackled him to the floor in the middle of the library. Jameson Daniels might be a senior, but I don't give a flying fuck. Alyssa is mine and he's encroaching on my territory. By the end of this, he'll know it and stay away.Alyssa's mouth falls open. Whatever she was expecting, that wasn't it.Since they'r

February of sophomore year...Alyssa is wrapped up in my arms as my mouth roves hungrily over her neck. She arches, allowing me better access to her delectable flesh. A little moan escapes from her as she shoves the key in the lock of her room.Once.Twice.After three failed attempts, she whispers, "You need to stop that, or I'll never get this door open and we'll end up having sex in the hallway."I don't care where we screw, as long as I can get inside her. My cock is so damn hard that it's all I can focus on. The moment I slide deep inside her is always one of pure nirvana. I've never experienced anything like it before. There's a little voice inside my brain that wonders if I ever will again. Since that's not an entirely comfortable thought, I shove it away before I can inspect it too closely."Colton."My name comes out sounding more like a breathy sigh and it does the impossible and makes me harder.I'll be honest, I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Her skin is way too

My elbows are perched on my knees as I sit on the bench in the locker room and stare sightlessly at my clasped hands. They're clenched so tightly together that the knuckles have turned bone white.Did I do the right thing?Or was it all a huge fucking mistake? One I can't take back because let's face it, there's no way to come back from a breakup through text. That's signed, sealed, and delivered.Here's what I know-relief flooded through me as soon as I hit send.And that's got to mean something...right?I straighten my shoulders and try to convince myself that I did what needed to be done. That, unfortunately, doesn't stop the self-doubt from mushrooming up inside me. I feel like the world's biggest asshole for handling it in this manner. I damn well know that Alyssa didn't deserve to be broken up through text message, but I also realize that I wouldn't have been able to go through with it if I'd had to stand before her and look her in the eye.So, yeah...I pussied out and text