I felt like a mess, not just because I’d slept through two alarms and was now wandering across campus like Frodo and Sam, lost on their way to Mordor, but because of just how not ready I was for my new life.
All around me, the girls looked confident, happy and excited. They laughed and squealed as they walked in groups, talking about boys and how many parties they were going to go to and “dick appointments” they were going to arrange. Meanwhile, I was terrified of the whole scene.
Drinks. Dancing. Hook-ups. Boys. But most of all, I didn’t want to face the fact that I’d come to college a virgin.
“Who does that?” Julie had asked me a week ago. “Why don’t you just fuck Thatcher? You know he’s into you.”
“Ugh,” I’d groaned. “Thatcher is just too…nice. You know?”
Julie nodded. “Yeah. He’s pretty fucking beta.”
“I just want to find a guy who—”
“Who just takes you like a fucking animal?” she suggested. “Like a fucking vampire who kidnaps you and takes you back to his lair to be his little plaything for all of eternity?”
“Uhhm…not exactly,” I laughed. “But something along those lines.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Don’t we all. But if you don’t lose your V-card before you go, you’re going to be left sifting through the fuckboys for the lucky guy who gets to pop your cherry!”
Julie may have been a little bit crazy, but she was right. So I’d gone along with her plan; go out for a drink where she knew the bartender, text Thatcher and see what he was up to, then give myself over to him so I could just get the whole thing over with and move on to college as a non-virgin, ready to face the world!
At least…that was the plan.
But as soon as she picked me up and took me to the bar, I realized it wasn’t going to happen. It wasn’t me.
And when he came out of the blue and rolled over me like an avalanche, everything had changed.
Tall. Strong. Gorgeous. Dangerous.
He was all those things and more, and he’d knocked me on my ass when I first saw him. That chiseled jaw, the sculpted physique barely hiding beneath his chinos and tight white t-shirt, the five o’clock shadow and eyes that stared into my soul like he already knew me. He’d made me feel like the only girl in the world—something no man had ever done.
All night I’d thought about his hands on me…the way it felt so natural to open my lips to him and let his fingers explore my body…
…the spank he’d given me like I was a bad little girl.
And he was right—I was. At least right then.
Making out with a completely random stranger you just met seconds ago? Who did that? But it felt completely natural. He’d taken me, and I’d been fully prepared to give myself to him. I’d been wet for him, and things had only gotten worse when he made me grind against him and I felt his hard cock pressing against my clit. That right there was more than I’d ever done with any man, and if he’d wanted to take me there in that hallway and claim me, take my virginity and fuck me on the dirty rug of the bar, I would have totally let him—I would have been helpless to resist.
But then Julie had come back from the bathroom and ruined everything.
She’d pulled me out of there, intent on hooking me up with Thatcher.
Thatcher! Even the thought of giving myself to him now was even more ludicrous than it had been before. Thatcher? Compared to him, he was nothing. This man was everything. An Adonis. A male model with primal eyes that looked at me with that basic, genetic lust that had me spinning.
I’d gone home that night, bailing completely on Thatcher, climbed into bed and thought about him. Even though my new roommate was asleep in her bed, I couldn’t resist spreading my legs and using two fingers to play with my pussy, using my wetness to lubricate my clit.
I shook as I thought about him—the way he’d pulled me to him like he owned me and forced me to grind against his cock that was barely concealed beneath his pants. I couldn’t stop thinking what it looked like. I may not have ever seen a real dick, but I knew enough to know that he was definitely far, far above average in the size department.
But just as I’d been getting close, a group of partiers had come in and slammed the door in the hallway so loud that I actually almost jumped out of bed. They made so much noise for so long that I’d ended falling asleep completely unsatisfied and woke up feeling quite the same. And now, trudging through the rain on my way to my first class, I felt terrible.
I’d lost him. I’d let Julie p
ull me away and now I’d lost him.
“Hubbard Hall?” someone shouted beside me. “Is this it, Tim?”
“Yeah! Let’s get the fuck inside!”