All three times until she got pulled out of class and I never saw her again.
Not that I didn’t try.
When she didn’t come back to the Intro to Philosophy lecture that day, I figured something was up. Bad luck too, as I’d just decided to shoot my shot and approach her after class. Thus far, I’d been sitting a row behind and three or four seats over from her, giving me a great view of her torrents of blondish curls and her cute profile.
It was by luck the first class. I’d plopped down in a seat and pulled out my laptop, then everything faded just a little bit when I saw her.
Which was very new to me. My reaction to a pretty girl was kind of normal. But that was anything but.
The second class, I made sure she entered the large lecture hall first so I could once again get a prime viewing seat behind and over.
And the third class, yeah, this was it. I’d make my move. Invite her to a party at J’s house. Surely they’d be having one, being the first weekend of classes and the season not having started yet.
I could only imagine the shit my brother would give me forbringinga girl to a hockey party and not just seeing who turned up. But there was something about this girl that made me want to get to know her better.
Maybe it would be only a hookup, and that was cool. I wasn’t looking for anything more than that. But I wanted the hookup with this particular girl to happen badly enough that I wasn’t willing to gamble on her finding her way to a hockey party on her own.
Yes, we Pucks were able to attend other parties—and being in the dorm freshman year gave us prime access to those—but I knew I’d be hanging with the guys on the team more and more and the guys on my floor less and less as the year went on.
Except for Veeti, Gabe, and Dex, who had been my suitemates and teammates.
And now housemates.
Waking up, Megan moved in my arms, and I fought the instinct to hold her closer. I had to play this cool. She wasn’t wrong with her insistence that anything between us would be complicated. We were well beyond the “fast fuck then see ya” stage. And although I was down for whatever she was willing to give me, it was probably best not to show those cards just yet.
One, I didn’t want her to know I was completely whipped.
Two, she had said several times she didn’t want a boyfriend or relationship of any kind.
Well, tough shit, because she had one now. She just didn’t know it yet. Yeah, she had said she was mine, but that was when I was deep inside her, and you couldn’t count on words said during a fuck that intense. But I knew she’d meant them as much as I had.Still, small moves, my man. Small moves as not to scare her away.
“Hey,” she said, stretching her body in ways that made my cock go rock-hard. I’d been sporting a halfie all morning, waiting for her to wake up so I could judge whether she’d want another round (please, God, yes) or if she’d be regretful of our reality-shifting night of great sex.
“Hey,” I said back. I didn’t push my hard-on into her hip, but if she moved a little more… there…
“Whoa. Somebody’s ready for the day,” she said. Her hand slid down my chest where she’d laid it as we fell asleep, and wrapped around me. After we’d finally wound down last night, we’d both cleaned ourselves up a little, disposed of the condoms (yes, plural—it was a long night), and gotten back into bed. I’d been pleasantly surprised that she wanted to spend the night, and I’d quickly wrapped my arms around her in case she changed her mind.
“I am ready. Are you?” I smoothed my hand over her hip, to her amazing ass, giving it a squeeze.
“I wouldn’t have guessed I had anything left in the tank after last night. But…”
Her voice trailed off while I rounded my hand over her ass and thigh and to the opening of her pussy. “But?” I asked, slipping a finger inside her to find her warm and wet already. She clenched around my finger, and I added another one.
“But I find that I do have something left in the tank,” she said. I rolled to face her better, and she quickly ducked her head. “No kissing, though. My mouth feels like a dank basement.”
“Lovely imagery, thanks,” I said, and bypassed her mouth and began kissing her neck.
We jolted apart at the pounding on my door. Megan slid off me and grabbed the covers, though the door stayed shut. But my head fell back to the bed when Veeti shouted through the door, “Yo, Straw. Chop-chop. Your parents are downstairs.”
“Oh my God, I cannot go down there with your parents here,” Megan said. She pulled the covers up over her head like my mom and dad were going to burst through the door any minute.
“Relax. They’re not going to come up here,” I said.
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“Yeah, I can. They have not entered my bedroom without everyone’s well-in-advance knowledge, and me explicitly giving permission, since the spring of my senior year.”
“What happened the spring of your senior year?” she asked. “Wait. I don’t want to know, do I?” She was smiling, having figured out the embarrassing situation. Kind of. “Alone or with someone?”
