She looked disappointed. “So, not a starter then, huh?”
I shook my head. The current quarterback was a senior and had worked for years for his chance to start for the Hawks. We all hoped Harrison would win the starting job the next year when he was a sophomore.
“That’s disappointing.”
That got my back up. “I think it’s just normal, actually. It’s rare for a freshman to come in and take the starting spot from a senior. He might’ve done that in middle and high school, but not college.”
She turned to face me. “Middle and high school? Girl.” Her dark brown eyes got wide. “How long have y’all been together?”
Carrie and I looked at each other. Why was she so interested? “Um, since eighth grade.”
She looked me up and down. “That’s a long time for a man like that to stick with the same girl.” She put on a bright smile. “Well, keep me posted. I sure would love to know when he makes starter.”
Carrie and I made a face at each other. It would be a cold day in hell before I kept her up to date on what was happening with my boyfriend. Not that I could hide it from her; she was a cheerleader. If she understood football at all, she should know who the starters were.
Harrison moved to our town when we were going into eighth grade, and we’d been inseparable ever since the guidance counselor had assigned me to show him around our school.
I had fallen head over heels for him, with his thick honey-colored hair and eyes the color of chocolate chips. And hismuscles. He hadn’t looked like the other eighth grade boys at our school. He was gorgeous. He was easily the best-looking guy in our grade. And he had fallen for me, too. From then on, we’d been a couple. People had called us ‘the golden couple,’ which was cheesy. But if pressed, I’d have to admit I liked it.
Now that we were starting to get settled in at Carruthers, things were going well. I didn’t like the amount of attention Harrison got from the females on campus, and he was equally displeased with the number of guys who wanted to date me.
Other than that, though, things were pretty perfect. Carrie, Melinda, Blair, and I had all joined the same sorority, which was such a fun thing to do together. I had picked up a work study assignment to pay for it. My parents didn’t have the money for those kinds of extras. Harrison and Drake had joined a fraternity together. The six of us still hung out almost constantly. It was like nothing had even changed from high school.
Except the classes were harder and there were a hell of a lot more beautiful, tempting, single people around. Harrison being the backup quarterback didn’t help things. I felt like I was constantly fending off girls trying to get with him.
But he was worth it.
Chapter Three
Sadie
The thrill of being at Carruthers with all our friends lasted for the first month or so. We hung out together, ate together, went to parties together, and so on. We all spent a lot of time adjusting to Greek life and attending different mixer-style parties on the weekends. Of course, whenever there was a game, Carrie and I got to any party late since we had to shower and get cleaned up after cheering. Harrison didn’t really have to get cleaned up since he rode the bench, but he did often have to stay after the game for the coach’s post-game speech.
Then we’d be ready to party. We all had a blast together, and half the time I ended up spending the night at the frat house in Harrison’s room. We were young, in love, and finally free to be together all the time. It was wonderful. We’d never had such freedom in our lives, and we relished it. Harrison and I were together all the time except for during cheer or football practice and classes. We’d been able to get some classes together, but not all of them. I was an education major, and he was a business major. There weren’t a whole lot of similarities between the two, even in the core curriculum.
Still, life was good.
“You look so fucking hot tonight, baby,” Harrison whispered in my ear. We were in the basement of his fraternity house and dancing so close I might as well have just climbed him. We’dboth been drinking, and I could tell he was ready to push me against a wall and have his way with me. Not wanting to become any more of a spectacle than we already were, I giggled, grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the stairs.
“Let’s go to your room.”
He gave me a slow, sexy smile and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to yelp and laugh harder.
When we got to his room, he tossed me on the bed. “Take off your clothes, Sadie. I want to watch.”
I did as he asked, making sure to put on a show. I knew he loved my breasts, so I arched my back as I took off my bra. The sound of his groan made me smile. I stared as he pulled his cock out and started stroking himself while he watched me get ready for him.
Sex had become so much more adventurous with him since we’d started college. We didn’t have to sneak around anymore. There were no more hurried groping sessions in his car, or quick, fumbled couplings in my bed while my parents thought we were studying. Instead, we were able to learn on each other. We were able to really figure out what we liked.
I knew he liked to be in charge and often liked things rough and hard. It excited me and made me so wet I would be almost embarrassed at how much I dripped for him. He loved it, though. And I was glad I had the lubrication since his cock was thick, long, and hard as steel. I was pretty small, so it often took time for me to adjust to his size. But my God, it was worth it. He made me come hard and often, and I did the same for him. We learned how to go down on each other, what positions were our favorites, and the kinds of things that drove us crazy.
He pushed me back, settled between my thighs, and went to town on my pussy. He ate me with a single-minded focus that drove me wild. Soon, I was screaming as he suckled my clit, his fingers roughly fucking me as my hips bucked to meet him.
“That’s right,” he said, his voice gravelly, as he moved up my body. “I love it when you come on my tongue, baby.” He stopped at my breasts, pushing them together and spending time on each nipple before kissing me. His kisses grew rougher, harder as he entered me.
The air went out of my lungs as he thrust inside me and moaned as he threw his head back. “Fuuuck.” He pumped into me several times before gasping out, “You feel so fucking good, Sunshine. You have no idea.”
He positioned himself over me and got down to business, picking up his pace and intensity. He locked eyes with me and as he came, he cried out, “I love you so fucking much!” Then he collapsed beside me.
