She turned and smiled at me. “Of course. Are you sure you can’t go out to lunch with us before we head out?”
“Yeah. I’ve got plans I can’t get out of.” Bullshit. I didn’t have any plans. I just assumed Aubs and I would grab some lunch like we often did. And I was just angry enough at Sadie to not make sure I’d see her as much as I could before she left.
That night, I dreamed I was fucking a beautiful woman. It was so realistic, I could have sworn my dick was really inside someone. I pounded inside of the woman, taking my pleasure while she gave it willingly. The only parts I could see of her body were beautiful, all tanned skin, small, perfect tits, and a firm ass. But I couldn’t see her face. I was close, so close, and I started slamming into her, making her take all of me as I yelled out and unloaded inside of her.
“Aubrey,” I cried as I kept thrusting, kept emptying in her tight, wet, chamber. And that’s when I saw her face. Yet again, I wasn’t fucking Sadie in my dream.
I was fucking Aubrey. I woke up with sweat dripping off my forehead and cum all over my stomach. I sat straight up in bed and rubbed my face.
What was I doing? If I was cheating on Sadie in my dreams, was it a stretch to think I would do it in real life?
Chapter Eight
Sadie
I put the last load of clothes in the back of my trunk, declared myself finished packing, and wiped the back of my hand across my sweaty forehead. “That’s it. Freshman year is in the books!”
Melinda, Carrie, Blair, and I jumped around laughing and being silly in the parking lot behind our dorm. Sophomore year we’d be living in the sorority house, and we were pumped to have better accommodations next year. First, though, I planned to thoroughly enjoy the summer. A feeling of sadness washed over me. Harrison had to stay on campus this summer due to football practice. Things were strained between us, and it worried me to leave. But I wasn’t going to let the people who’d offered me jobs down. If he’d wanted me to stay with him, he should have asked me earlier in the year.
Though even if he had, I wasn’t willing to let him pay for things for me. I was independent enough to want to earn things on my own. It just didn’t seem that he understood my way of thinking. I couldn’t understand why he was so mad about it, but he didn’t seem to be able to put it into words. Maybe he was just going to miss me that much. I knew it was going to make me crazy to be away from him for the next several weeks.
I consoled myself with the fact that Carrie and I would be coming back to school a couple of weeks early for cheerleadingpractice. At least that would shave off a little of the time we had to be apart.
“Let’s go pick up Drake and say goodbye to Harrison,” Melinda said. Drake didn’t have a car on campus, so he’d be riding back with Melinda and Blair. Carrie and I would be following behind in our cars, caravan style.
We drove across campus and pulled in front of Harrison and Drake’s fraternity house.
Drake had obviously been on the lookout for us. He came out of the beautiful three-story brick mansion almost as soon as we pulled in. He was holding his stuff, and I thought it seemed like a small amount.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I yelled across the lawn to him.
“No,” he shook his head, lowering his voice as he came closer to us. “It’ll take me a few trips.”
I made a face. “Why doesn’t Harrison help you?”
Drake pushed his glasses back up his nose. “He’s kind of busy.”
“Busy? He knows we’re here to say goodbye, right?”
“I’ll be sure to remind him.” He didn’t look me in the eyes as he was talking to me.
I frowned. Was Drake acting weird?
I’d texted Harrison we were on our way a few minutes ago. I pulled my phone out. He’d left me on read. Huh. I texted him again, and he left that one on read as well.
What the hell? Was hethatmad at me about not staying here this summer?
“Should we go help Drake?” Melinda asked.
I was about to say yes when a bright pink Jeep zipped into the driveway of the fraternity house like it belonged there. Out popped Aubrey Seeks… andmyboyfriend.
A feeling of dread came over me. I felt my friends watching me and sensed how uneasy they were. I pulled out my phone and texted him again.
I saw him look at his phone, read the message, and then put it back in his pocket.
“Who keeps texting you?” I heard Aubrey ask.
“Nobody important,” Harrison said, and I heard Carrie gasp.
