7 comments/ 20208 views/ 12 favorites Little Lesson in Life By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 His father had told him that college life was not high school and Rodney Boudreaux had to agree. In High School, Rodney would have been able to smile and bull shit his way out of an assignment, or if the teacher really insisted that he do the assignment, he could threaten Lenny into doing the assignment for him. There were a few cute, and quite a few drop dead gorgeous girls everywhere he looked. In High School, he had his pick up the litter. Here, he got the cast-offs. And very few of those realized how grateful they should be that he, Rodney Alfred Boudreaux was lowering his standards enough to fuck them. He very rarely had a second date and a few of them actually hung up on him if he even bothered to call them. And none of them would do his class assignments for him. Norman College had recruited him; it was the only college that had extended a partial athletic scholarship to him. His parents came up with the other half of the twenty eight thousand dollars. Instead of being happy to hear from him every Sunday when Rodney called his parents as he had promised them he would do, all they seemed to want to know was how he was doing in class. His fifth week on campus, during Homecoming week, Rodney had drank quite a bit of homemade beer crashed his car, his High School graduation present. "Well son, you found out where beer comes from," his father had said tightly. "See if you can find out where money comes from. Another huge difference was Adrian Zeno. She had been a classmate of his in Northside High School in Bender, Louisiana. In Bender, Adrian had been called Adrian Zero; she'd had zero appeal, zero social life, and zero friends. Rodney supposed she was cute, with long brown hair, big brown eyes, hidden behind thick glasses, a sweet smile, and a slim build. At Norman's College, though, Adrian Zeno seemed to blossom into Miss Popularity. She was a member of Alpha Omega, the college Baptist Society and everywhere he went, there Adrian was, vivacious, gregarious, smiling and laughing. And there were always two or three football players vying for her attention. She was also very involved in cycling and had organized several biking treks. Rodney was amazed at the number of men that suddenly had a newfound love of biking through the boring Texas desert. Rodney had actually heard of Adrian Zeno being the cause of two boys being asked to leave Norman's College. They had both dated Adrian and she had informed both of them, very sweetly, that while she was willing to date them, she would not be in an exclusive relationship. She was in college for her BS, not her MRS. One of the boys had seen the other boy leaving Adrian's dorm room and rushed him. The second boy pulled out a knife and the bloody altercation was on. "Over her?" Rodney had asked his roommate. "Dude, you kidding? Fucking right over her!" Sid, his roommate had enthused. "Fuck! Would love to do her!" Now, with Thanksgiving looming, his parents again refused to pay the deductible on his insurance, so his car sat at a garage in Wakilluh, Texas. "How I'm supposed to come home, huh?" Rodney wondered. "Hey, that Adrian girl," Sid said. "Didn't you say y'all are from the same place?" "Oh yeah!" Rodney smiled. Adrian answered the door on the second knock and peered at him through her coke bottle glasses. "Yeah?" she finally asked. "Hey, uh, you going home for Thanksgiving, right?" Rodney asked, unnerved. Didn't this girl used to ride her bike back and forth in front of his house, just begging for his attention? "Of course I am," Adrian said and waited. "Hey Zee, who is it?" Rodney heard a female voice ask. "Some guy," Adrian said, almost dismissively. "Oh, you," the other girl said, curling her lip in distaste. "Mister 'it's all about me.'" "Uh, yeah, uh," Rodney said, very off-guard. "So um, how about I catch a ride with you, huh?" Adrian stared at him for a long moment. "I mean, since you going that way," Rodney stammered. "Wow, not even a word about 'I'll pay for gas' or anything, huh?" Adrian said. "Fuck! What the fuck, huh? You going right by my house!" Rodney exploded. Adrian closed the door in his stunned face. "Dude, tell her you'll pay fifty bucks," Sid suggested. "Dude, you got fifty bucks?" Rodney asked. "No," Sid admitted. "But you know what? That's a good idea," Rodney said. "Fuck, tell her I'll pay when we get there, then she can blow me for it." "Uh huh and how you getting back?" Sid asked. "Mom will give me the money soon as my ass hole dad turns his back," Rodney said. Again, it took two knocks before Adrian's roommate, a short, slightly chunky girl with a cute face answered. "Oh, it's you," the girl said. "We know each other?" Rodney asked. "Wow, that's a hell of a compliment," the girl sneered. "Fucked me for all of about three seconds then didn't even want to take me for pizza. And now you don't even remember me?" "Uh yeah, hey, how you been?" Rodney asked, still not remembering the girl. Like you care," the girl said. "If you looking for Zee, she's out on a date." "Uh yeah, I am looking for her," Rodney said. "Please have her call me." "Why she going call you?" a male voice asked and Rodney turned to see Adrian and a large, well-muscled man with shaved head standing behind him. "Between me and her," Rodney sneered at the muscled man. "And now me," the man snarled, eyes mean little slits. "Brent, please," Adrian cooed, resting her hand on his bulging arm. Ronnie, need the room for about thirty minutes; that all right?" "Sure, let me get my purse," Adrian's roommate agreed. "Hey, um, listen, how about I give you fifty for gas, huh?" Rodney offered. "Let's see it," Adrian said. "Trust, but Verify, am I right?" "Well, I uh, I was going to give it to you when we got home," Rodney said as Ronnie eased past him. "Bye, Rodney," Adrian smirked as Brent very easily pushed him aside. Rodney looked on in amazement as a door was closed in his face a second time. "I'll kick his ass you want me too," Brent offered, flexing his muscles. "Wasted effort," Adrian laughed and flipped up the hem of her skirt, revealing a thin racing stripe of brown hair. "Now, you know the deal, Brent, make me happy and I'll make you happy." Brent dove on the floor next to her bed and avidly tongued her slit. "Uh!" Adrian gasped and shuddered. She lightly raked her fingernails over his shaved head and then massaged his broad shoulders. Brent wormed his tongue into her, then dipped his head and tongued at her anus and Adrian shivered in delight. Rodney was walking out of his Algebra 101 class when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. "Hey," he answered. "Please tell Adrian Zeno I will pay her fifty bucks to bring you home," his father snapped. "What the hell happened to the five hundred your mother gave you? Never mind; we'll talk about that." "But..." Rodney stammered, and then realized his father had hung up on him. A third time, he stood in front of Adrian's door. Ronnie answered, smirked at him, then turned and yelled "Zee! It's that ass hole again." "God, really?" Adrian said and peered at him. "My dad said he'll pay you the fifty bucks," Rodney said. "I'm leaving at six Saturday morning," Adrian said and closed the door. A thoroughly confused Rodney walked back to his dorm to pack for a week at home. Dude, I'll give you twenty bucks you get me a pair of her panties," Sid joked. "Man, you lucky fuck! What is it? Nine hours? With Adrian Zeno? Fuck yeah!" Friday night, Rodney found some people celebrating an entire week away from the grind of school and helped them drink their beer and smoke their weed. So he was severely hung over when Adrian Zeno hammered on his door. "Hi," she smiled sweetly at Sid. "I'm..." "My new girlfriend," Sid gushed over her and she laughed and patted his cheek softly. "Tell Rodney I'm ready to go. In fact we're fifteen minutes late," Adrian said. "Dude, fuck, leave me the fuck alone," Rodney mumbled when Sid shook him awake. "Dude, your ride's fixing leave your dumb ass," Sid said. "Aw shit, tell her be about five minutes," Rodney mumbled and staggered to the small bathroom he and Sid shared with the two boys in the adjoining room. "Tell him he's not out there in five minutes I am leaving," Adrian said. Seven minutes later, Rodney answered his cell phone. "Get your lazy fucking ass up, get out of your God damned bed and get your ass down into that car. Now!" his father bellowed into the phone. "God damn!" Rodney whined and staggered down to the car. "Really? Really, bitch? You really had to call my dad?" he demanded. "Really, I told you we're leaving at six; it's now six thirty," Adrian snapped. "And you ever call me 'bitch' again, I will pepper spray you like the cockroach you are, hear?" She pulled up to a fast food restaurant and yelled her breakfast order into the speaker. "Hey, I get a coffee?" Rodney asked her. "You pay for it?" Adrian asked. He counted the change in his pocket and had to shake his head no. His stomach gurgled as he smelled her egg and sausage biscuit and the rich coffee. "Um, nice car," he finally said. "Thanks; it's a two thousand nine," she said. "My dad said they were getting ready for the two thousand ten models so he got a pretty good deal on it." She smiled proudly. "And since I'm maintaining a four point oh, my insurance takes two hundred off," she said. "You, uh, you got any good music?" he finally asked. "This is good music," she said and turned up the Carrie Underwood CD. "Come on, huh?" Rodney complained. "CDs right there; see if there's anything you like better," Adrian finally conceded and he looked through her meager collection. "Taylor Swift?" Rodney sneered. "Girl ever got in a steady relationship; she'd be out of a career." "And would still have plenty of money left over," Adrian said. Another fast food restaurant fed Adrian a quick lunch while Rodney's stomach growled ravenously now. "God damn, all this fucking talk about being all Christian and shit, huh?" he exploded. "Really, you think its Christian sit there eating and don't share nothing with me?" "Oh you hypocritical ass hole," she laughed heartily. "If I was the one needed a ride, I'd have to suck your dick, plus give you fifty bucks, plus buy your lunch, plus put gas in your car, plus whatever else you could think of. You're getting a little taste of your own medicine and you don't like it, do you? Well, boo hoo poor Rodney Boudreaux." "And how'd you get my dad's phone number anyway?" Rodney asked, having no answer for her comment. "Called my dad; that's where your car came from," Adrian said. Rodney sat sullenly in the car while Adrian filled up her tank, then actually went into the store and bought herself a bag of chips and a Dr. Pepper. "Man, that's just wrong and you know it," Rodney complained as she crunched her way through the bag of chips. "Ask you something?" she asked. "What?" he snapped. "Let's say you hadn't got all stupid drunk and smashed your car into the only tree on Norman campus; good job, by the way, of finding the only tree within fifty miles, how would you get home anyway?" she asked. "What you mean?" he snapped. "I would have my car." "Gas costs money," she said. "You don't even have money for a bag of chips; how would you fill up your tank?" He sat and stared out the window, not having any answer. "I set aside forty bucks for this trip," Adrian went on. "Leaves me about two hundred left until the end of the semester; I know you took Finances; I sat in the other corner of that room with you. Mrs. Davis went over all that stuff about budgeting and stuff." "Well goody for you," Rodney sneered. "Oh, but let me guess, Len did your homework, right?" Adrian smirked. "Can I at least have some Dr. Pepper?" Rodney asked. Adrian tested the weight of the bottle, took a large gulp, and then handed the bottle to him. He took a sip and tried to hand it back to her but she shook her head. "No, you can have it," she said. "Your uh, your roommate, that girl, uh," Rodney asked. "Ronnie. Her name is Ronnie; you went out with her, fucked her then wanted to just walk away, actually asked her to pay half of the pizza at Monocle's," Adrian said. "What about her?" "Uh why's she got a stick up her ass?" Rodney asked. "You are kidding, right?" Adrian asked. "Right? Please tell me you're just kidding." "Well..." Rodney said. "Tell you what Rodney, let me fuck you until I'm satisfied, then leave you just hanging, treat you like shit, let's see how happy you are about it," Adrian offered. Outside of Lake Charles, Louisiana, she filled up again, used the bathroom and drove home, actually smiling happily. "Wee!" she laughed when she exited off of I-10 at the DeGarde exit and turned left toward Bender. "Hey, wait, what you doing?" Rodney asked when Adrian got out of the car in front of his house. "Uh, your dad said he'll give me fifty bucks," Adrian said, hitting the latch for the trunk. "Your bag's in the trunk. "How'd you..." Rodney asked, just now realizing he'd meant to grab his suitcase, but had completely forgotten it. "Sid was so sweet and carried them down for me," Adrian said. "Hello, Ms. Zeno," Frank Boudreaux said tightly, peeling off two twenties and a ten. "Thank you." "Thanks, Mr. Boudreaux," she smiled. "Am I taking him back?" "I'll call you if he's going back," he said as Rodney struggled with the two suitcases. "Dude, I only packed one of these," he complained to Adrian. "I have breasts and a vagina; I am not a dude, and Sid didn't know which one you were taking so grabbed them both," Adrian said and closed her trunk. "And please tell me you brought your books home too," Frank snapped, face actually darkening with anger. Rodney hoped his mother was home; she'd get between him and his angry father. "Hi, whew, didn't bother showering?" his mother asked. "Really, son? Fourteen thousand nine hundred dollars and we're getting a zero point five?" Frank asked, slamming the door of the house. "Frank, we agreed, we'd wait until after dinner," Irene Boudreaux admonished her husband. Rodney was grateful for his mother's flavorless cooking and had seconds. Frank sat, his anger evident, as he waited for his son to finish his meal. "Now?" he snapped at Irene as Rodney scraped the last of the food from his plate. "Sure," Irene shrugged as she cleared away the dinner plates. "Please, please tell me you did bring your books home," Frank snarled. "You have a ten page report due for your Sociology class, you have to read 'The Scarlet Letter' for your English class, your Algebra teacher says you need to score at least an eighty nine on your final exam to just get a 'D' in that class and your World History professor says he'll give you an 'I' and you can try again next semester. If there is a next semester." Chapter 2 Mr. Boudreaux actually smiled at the tear stained face of Adrian Zeno when she popped up at his door the Saturday after Thanksgiving. "Well, I can guarantee, your passenger will not be shedding any tears over leaving this house," he quipped. "Fifty and he has twenty bucks help pay for gas." "He can hang onto it to pay for food," she offered, putting a hand on Mr. Boudreaux's arm. A very sullen Rodney did not even bother telling his father good bye. Nor did he tell Adrian hello. He just lugged both suitcases to the car and waited. "Oh, this should be a fun eight hours," Adrian said, rubbed Mr. Boudreaux's bicep softly, and then skipped to the car. Mr. Boudreaux shifted the erection Adrian's soft contact had inspired, waved to his son, and then closed the door. "And you can drop me off at Mike's in Wakilluh; my mom gave me the money get my car fixed," Rodney said when they pulled away from his parents' home. "Rodney, you really think they're going to fix it while you wait?" she asked and pulled up to Meche's doughnuts. "Give me three bucks unless you want coffee." "I don't have..." Rodney said. "You got twenty bucks your dad gave you for gas; give me three bucks or you can just sit there and watch me eat the whole thing by myself," Adrian snapped. "This is not high school, Rodney; your shit doesn't fly anymore." "And yeah, I want coffee," Rodney grumbled, pulling out three singles. "Two more, then, come on," Adrian said. "I want a half dozen glazed and a half dozen chocolate glazed; they're just finishing them right now so they'll still be ooey gooey hot." "Man, those are the best," Rodney agreed fishing out two more singles. Half dozen glazed, half dozen chocolate glazed, two large coffees, three sugar and evaporated milk in one, Rodney?" "Just cream in the second one," Rodney called out. "Nine twenty nine," the girl cheerfully said. "Damn, I know that..." Rodney said, recognizing the voice but not being able to put a name to it. "Pam works here now," Adrian said and pulled up to the window. "Hey girl, heading back?" Rodney's former girlfriend asked, and then glared at Rodney. "Yeah, but hey, only four more weeks, then I'm back home for three," Adrian agreed. Pam Stuebbens actually whistled as she put the piping hot doughnuts into the box, took the money and gave Adrian the change. Adrian dropped the change into her ashtray and Rodney grimaced when he saw that it was spilling over. He could have snagged some of her change and bought himself some food on the trip home. "Saw that, huh?" Adrian actually laughed. "Probably would have seen it before if you hadn't been so damned busy sitting there feeling all sorry for yourself." "God damn, think you so fucking smart, huh?" Rodney spat. "What you think them Alpha Omega people would think they could see how you acting?" "Some of them disapprove of my membership," Adrian admitted. "But since I'm there on a Baptist scholarship, there's not much they can do about it. And like me or not, they have to admit, I've signed up eight new members; most any one person had signed up was four." "How you sign up eight new members?" Rodney asked. "I mean, fuck, you're not that pretty." Adrian colored at his comment then shrugged. (Adrian's former boyfriend, Clark Duhon, had taught her well. Give as well as you get. In college, when dealing with college boys, make sure you get before you give. If anyone offers you anything, don't take it. It's not free; even in a college that prides itself on its Christian morals. If you put a drink down, leave it. If someone brings you a drink, don't drink it. And keep your eyes open; other girls may not have had an old man for a boyfriend. They will need you to be their friend. You are beautiful, actually, you are gorgeous. Others may not see it and that is a real shame. Because you are beautiful, others will want to be around you, will want to be your friend. Let them be around you, let them be your friend. Kindness is far stronger and more memorable than bitchiness. A soft touch is more effective than words. Do not give into Peer Pressure. Most of those people you will never ever see again, some you won't even see next semester. None of them are worth ruining your life over.) "So um, how come I don't have you in any of my classes?" Rodney asked as they approached Lake Charles. "Wow, that's the first thing I heard you say about school," Adrian said. "Well, I mean, shit, I got Sid; he's my roommate, I got him in two..." Rodney said. "I know who Sid is," Adrian said. "Very nice guy; didn't bitch and whine about me waking him up." Little Lesson in Life "Know everybody?" Rodney spit out at her. "No, but I try to remember their names when they say 'hi' to me," Adrian said calmly. "But why we don't have..." Rodney asked again. "I tested out of Algebra and the English one hundred classes, as well as History. Still have to take Sociology though," Adrian explained. "You can do that?" Rodney asked. "I can," Adrian agreed. "You?" "Yeah, you real Christian," Rodney sneered. "Let ye who is without sin cast the first stone," Adrian said easily. "So um, why they don't like you in that Alpha Omega?" Rodney asked after they'd cleared Houston. "Some. Some don't like me," Adrian said. "I guess it's because I like to fuck. Some of them see sex as just being for marriage." "You what?" Rodney asked, shocked. "What?" Adrian asked. "You don't like to fuck?" "Well, yeah, I love..." Rodney stammered, blushing at her ease of discussing such a personal topic. "And I'm not talking about jumping on, pumping twice and saying 'see you bitch,' I'm talking about pleasing one another, making one another happy, content, fulfilled," Adrian continued. "Well, yeah, I like..." Rodney said weakly. "Girls talk, Rodney," Adrian warned him. He lapsed into silence. "Don't know about you, but I got to go potty," Adrian said and pulled to a gas station. "Yeah," Rodney agreed. After they'd done so, and after Adrian filled up the tank, declining Rodney's offer to chip in, they were back on the road again. "So, um, when you say girls talk..." Rodney asked. "I mean, Ronnie told us about you jumping on top, not even waiting to see if she was ready, coming and then wanting to call it a night," Adrian said. "Fuck! Bitch!" Rodney said. "And Lori Sue told us about you asking her out, not having anything planned and when she told you it was her time of the month, you're like hey give me a blow job," Adrian continued. "Who?" Rodney asked. "Think Nina really put the nail in your coffin, though. On a 'study date' with her, come on, we all know you can't even spell 'study' so we all know you're there for the pussy," Adrian smiled. "But Nina's okay with that, hey, girls like to fuck too, right? But then her roommate walks in. Yeah Meghan is really pretty, we all get it, but Meghan walks in and you're all over Meghan and we can just forget Nina." "Uh huh," Rodney said, remembering Meghan and Nina. "What you need, Rodney..." Adrian said. "Oh? So now you're some kind of expert on what I need?" Rodney snarled. He was furious with her for bringing up his shortcomings. He was furious with her for pointing out his failings. In high school, no one had ever been dissatisfied; he'd had several girlfriends and they'd all been happy with the way he fucked. More than one had been happy to become pregnant by him. Nearly all had been crushed to learn that he would not commit to them, bun in the oven or not. "Huh?" Rodney asked the now silent Adrian. "Huh? What you going tell me, huh? What I need bitch?" "Told you, you call me bitch again, I'll spray you like the bug you are," Adrian said. "I'm letting that one slide because you're upset." "Waffle House, Burger King, we're not eating at Captain D's; they suck, Taco Bell, or Arby's. What you in the mood for?" Adrian said as she put on her blinker to pull off the Interstate. "Fuck, don't care," he spat. "Waffle House; don't know why but I just love their patty melts even though I hate onions," Adrian decided. "Aw, Sugar, y'all having you a fight?" the waitress asked as she brought them their water. "What? What you mean?" Adrian asked. "Normally cute young couple like y'all, y'all come on in and get all snuggled up on the same side," the woman explained. "Y'all fighting, hell, had one couple come in, they sat clear across..." "We're not a couple," Rodney spat. "Oh well, too bad; y'all'd make a cute couple," the woman shrugged "We both go to Norman's," Adrian explained and ordered her lunch. "Ernie went there," the woman said brightly, not explaining who Ernie was. After their silent meal, Adrian paid for her meal, and then availed herself of the bathroom. She came out and bade the waitress a good day. "Y'all should just kiss and make up," the woman advised. "Nothing to kiss and make up about," Adrian smiled. "So what I need?" Rodney demanded when she'd merged onto I-10 again. "Huh?" Adrian asked, waving at a family as they passed her. She laughed as the three children in the back seat waved happily at her. "You was fixing tell me what I need," Rodney reminded her. "Oh, yeah, that," Adrian said and smiled as the father nodded in appreciation. She gave three cheery toots with her horn when the family pulled off at the next exit and continued down I-10. "So what I need?" Rodney demanded again. "Besides patience?" Adrian stated. "You need someone to just fuck you. Fuck you like you fuck, you know, three or four pumps and they're done and don't give a shit you're lying there unsatisfied." She rested her fingertips on his forearm and Rodney felt something electric in her touch. "Maybe two or three times of being fucked like you don't even matter might teach you what it feels like," Adrian said softly, letting her fingertips rest on his skin. "Then you get fucked good, the good way, where both you and the other person are both satisfied, both good and sweaty. Shit Rodney, you don't even kiss worth a shit." She actually squeezed his arm quickly and put her hand back on the steering wheel. "What you... Fuck, I kiss great!" Rodney spluttered. "Just ask..." "Asked DebbiAnn Phillips and Pam Stuebbens; anyone else I need to ask?" Adrian asked. "Ronnie said she wouldn't know; you didn't bother kissing her at all." "DebbiAnn's lying," Rodney said. "Oh she probably isn't," Adrian smiled. "Rodney, I just touched you. Did you even bother touching me in return?" "I um, I liked it," Rodney conceded. "And did you even bother letting me know you liked it?" Adrian said. "Well no but um..." Rodney said. Adrian again rested her fingertips on his arm. "And I like that," Rodney admitted. "Think I might like being touched too?" Adrian asked and passed a van. "I uh, I don't know where..." Rodney said, uncomfortable now. "Just like I'm doing with you," Adrian said softly. "Just put your fingertips on my arm. Feel my skin. Realize that that skin? That's the same skin that's on my butt, my boobs, and my pussy. Feel my skin." Rodney reached over and touched her forearm. "A little clumsy but you'll learn," Adrian praised. Suddenly Rodney laughed. "What?" Adrian smiled. "Your arm has hair on it," Rodney said. "Your butt and boobs like that?" "My pussy is," she smiled sweetly and Rodney actually felt his face redden. "What else, Rodney?" Adrian asked. "You noticed my arm has hair on it. What else do your fingers tell you?" "Um," Rodney thought, and rubbed her arm. "Okay, your skin is a little dry; probably the soap you use," Adrian explained. "Your muscles tense when I put my fingers on you, almost like you're trying to cram all your feeling into that one area I'm touching." "Oh!" Rodney said, getting what Adrian was asking of him. "Oh, um, okay, your skin is soft..." "You're being too rough," she said gently. "Oh, sorry," Rodney said and ceased with his clumsy rubbing. "I'm right handed." "Then use your right hand," she coached. "Okay, your skin is soft," he began again. "Uh huh," she agreed. "Kind of, well, wet isn't the right word but..." Rodney said. "And how's it smell?" she asked. "Like flowers," he said after sniffing her arm. "That's my moisturizer; I used it all over my body this morning after I got out of the shower," Adrian said and again smiled sweetly at him. "Aaallll over." Rodney felt his cock jerk in his jeans and looked at Adrian in surprise. She pulled up to the Wakilluh garage and filled up her tank while Rodney went to speak with the head mechanic. "Uh, plus the storage charges," Mike said gruffly as Rodney paid for the repairs. "Aw shit!" Rodney exploded. "Y'all didn't say..." "Mike? There anything we can do about those charges?" Adrian asked softly. "Well, uh, since we probably didn't explain..." Mike conceded. "Thank you, Mike," Adrian smiled. "Please remember, we're just college students. A can of beans is a gourmet meal on our budget." "I know that's right," Mike agreed. It took Rodney a few minutes to finally spit out a grudging 'Thanks' to Adrian. Again, she softly touched his arm, and then pulled up in front of his dormitory. "Tell Sid I said 'hi' okay?" she cheerfully said as she hit the trunk latch. "And be sure you close the trunk after, huh? Had to close it both times you were in there." Chapter 3 Sid wasn't back from break yet and Rodney thought long and hard about going out and scoring some beer, or maybe one or two joints. His mother and father had treated their house like a jail and him like a prisoner over the Thanksgiving break. As he put away his clean underwear, Rodney realized he still needed to finish up his Algebra homework. Of course, he could wait until tomorrow night but Sid would probably be back by Sunday and would be blaring his Ritchie Kotzen or Eric Johnson crap. Sitting at his desk, Rodney reached over and touched his own arm where Adrian had gently rested her fingertips. "I do kiss good; how the fuck would she know?" he asked himself out loud. Adrian was not surprised when the knock came at the door. She opened the door and just looked at Rodney. "Fine, show me what the fuck you talking about, I need to get fucked," he demanded. "No 'please' or 'I would like you to show me,' you just bang on my door and yell at me?" Adrian asked softly, shook her head and closed the door in his angry face. Rodney almost kicked the door but instead stomped away. "He'll be back," Ronnie chortled as she and Adrian got back to discussing their trips home. Ten dollars got Rodney two very tightly rolled pin joints and he smoked both of them before returning to his dorm room. Sid was there when Rodney returned, a Joe Satriani cd squealing away. "Adrian said to tell you 'hi' and I need to tell you 'thanks' for bring my suitcases down," Rodney mumbled. "I would have totally forgot them." "Really? She did? Dude, tell me, what? Eight, nine hours, y'all fuck? Please tell me y'all did; I need something to hold me over while I go rub one out," Sid said cheerfully. "Dude, come on, got the biggest fucking head ache in the world here," Rodney pleaded. Sid did what Rodney would have been loathe to do; he turned off his music, then stuffed his IPod buds in his ears and listened to his music in private. The next day, after a barely palatable meal in the cafeteria, Rodney again found himself in front of Adrian Zeno's door. "She's at her Alpha Omega meeting, but I'll tell her you stopped by," Ronnie said. "How come you're not at that meeting?" Rodney asked. "OMG, are you actually asking me about me?" Ronnie sneered. "Well, I'm Catholic so I can't join Alpha Omega; it's all Baptist." "Oh, I am too," Rodney said. "I know; I sat right behind you this morning," Ronnie said. "Look, just tell her I stopped by, all right?" Rodney snapped, tired of the girl's attitude. "Please and thank you," Ronnie said and closed the door. It was nearly an hour later when Rodney's cell phone rang. The number was a Louisiana number so he answered. "Hello?" he asked. "Ronnie said you stopped by," Adrian said flatly. "I uh, I listen, I'd like, I want you to show me what you're talking about," Rodney stammered. There was a long moment of silence. Rodney was about to hang up, sure that the connection had dropped. "And it's all about what Rodney wants, right?" Adrian asked. "Look, God damn it," Rodney bellowed. This time there was no doubt; the call had been terminated. He attempted to call her back and got her cheerful voice message but did not bother leaving her a message. Two hours later, he called and again, his call went straight to voice mail. "I'm sorry," he managed to spit out. "Please show me what you mean when you say I need to get fucked." A moment later he added, "I really don't know how else to ask." "I'm not doing anything Tuesday night," she said when he answered. "So what I'm supposed to do?" he asked. "It's a date right? Do what you normally would do for a date. I like Gator Jack's Barbeque or Monocle's Pizza, but I have had enough of that Madre's Mexican. Your car ready yet?" Adrian asked. "Uh no, not yet," Rodney admitted. "Well, then, I guess I'm driving," Adrian said, a note of resignation in her voice. "I'll borrow Sid's car," Rodney said, shooting Sid a look. "Now you're getting it," Adrian praised. "Pick me up at six." Sid agreed to let Rodney borrow his battered old Pontiac. Rodney felt stiff, wooden when he knocked on Adrian's door. "Hi!" she happily greeted him and took his arm. Again, he felt that slight electric jolt She smiled up at him when he reached over with his right hand and squeezed her fingers. "Hope for you yet," she said. "Ahem," she said when they reached Sid's car. "Oh, oh yeah," Rodney said and opened the passenger door. "Thanks," he said, noticing that she had slid over to unlock the driver's door for him. "Now, I've never been to Gator Jack's so I kind of wanted to go there; that all right?" he asked. "Oh, that's perfect; get anything but their pork chops," Adrian advised. "Nothing but a hunk of fat on a bone. Oh, but their St. Louis ribs? To die for." Adrian watched Rodney's eyes when he read the menu and could tell that the prices were rather steep in his opinion. "The brisket plate is a good one," she offered. "See, you get, oh, it's got to be at least two pounds of meat and two sides, and hey, we're in Texas, got to have that Texas toast with it, am I right?" "And what you getting?" he asked, eyes still scanning the menu. "Oh, I always get the pulled pork sandwich, again, it's on that Texas toast and you get a side with it," she said. Rodney sighed a breath of relief; the sandwich was a little cheaper than some of the other tings he'd seen on the menu. "Hi, welcome to Gator Jack's; I'm Jack, a girl said. "Hey Zee, you getting the ribs?" "Where's Gator?" Adrian asked playfully. "Gator's over there," the girl smiled, pointing to the other waitress. "And no, think I'll get my usual pulled pork sandwich, fries, oh and just water to drink, okay?" Adrian said. "Know what? That sounds good," Rodney agreed, mentally doing the math in his head. "All the waiters and waitresses here are named 'Jack' so I always ask them where's Gator," Adrian smiled when 'Jack' walked away. "Cute," Rodney smiled. Three times, boys came over to greet Adrian and glare at Rodney. Each time, Adrian introduced Rodney, introducing him as 'a friend from back home.' The title did not earn Rodney any less of a glare. The first time, he glared back but Adrian touched his hand lightly. "Don't do that; be more of a man than they are," she counseled. The next two times, Rodney actually gave a little smile and nod, which earned him a little smile and nod from the second and more of a glare from the third. "Okay, so which sauce do you like more?" Adrian asked him, squirted some onto her finger and brought it to his mouth. "Mmm, not bad," he conceded. "Or..." and she brought a second finger to his mouth. She repeated it for the third and fourth sauces on the table. "That one," he said after the fourth one. "Uh huh, the Molasses. Did you know you a Molasses man?" she smiled at him. "Do now!" he laughed. "Uh, ahem," she said. "Uh, ahem what?" he asked. "Please let me know." "I don't know which one I like," she indicated the bottles. "Huh? I thought, oh, oh okay," he said, getting it. He squeezed a little of the 'Texas Heat' onto his finger. He groaned as she slowly sucked his finger into her mouth then licked the sauce from his finger. With one last slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue down the length of his finger, she released it and smiled at him. "That was a pretty good one. Now, let me see if I'm a Molasses kind of girl," she said. His cock seemed to be attached to his finger as she slowly sucked and nibbled his index finger. "You know what? I've forgotten which one I like," he said and she giggled. 'Jack' put their plates down and walked away. Adrian nodded in approval as Rodney slid the Molasses bottle to her, letting her be first to squirt a good amount onto her meat. ""Aw, damn, that is good," he said as he bit into the sandwich and Adrian smiled. "Have you ever been through the Quad at night?" Adrian asked as they left Gator Jack's. "No, no I haven't," Rodney lied and she smiled at him. They sat on the rim of the fountain and talked for a while. Then she coyly invited him to her room. "Now, Rodney, this is our first date; there will be no sex," she said as she opened the door. "Oh, I uh, but I thought," Rodney said, frustrated. Ronnie looked up, scowled at Rodney and grabbed her purse. "Thank you, Ronnie," Rodney said and Ronnie hesitated, and then nodded before leaving the room. "Now, I hate whatever soap you're using; your skin is so dry," Adrian said, pushed him to sit on her bed, then crawled up behind him. She pulled his shirt off, and then playfully bit down on his shoulder. "Don't worry, it's unscented," she husked into his ear. He gasped when he felt her slick hands touch his naked back. Her hands rubbed the lotion into his skin. She rubbed into his shoulders, his neck, then up and down his arms. She then leaned against him and began applying the lotion to his chest. "Notice anything?" she asked, breathing hotly into his ear. "It feels good," he murmured. "Feel where I'm touching your back?" she asked and he tried to concentrate, but it was very difficult as her hands were now playing with his nipples. "Rodney, that's my bare boobs and they're pressing against your skin. I know they're not huge, but good God," she said. "Hey, Zee, I'm sorry, but it's nine thirty," Ronnie said, cracking the door open. "It's all right, come on in," Adrian said. "On a school night, both Ronny and I set ourselves a curfew of nine thirty," Adrian explained to Rodney as she casually stood on the floor and pulled him to his feet. He stared at her breasts, two medium apple sized breasts with quarter sized nipples that were crinkled hard. "Like I said they're not huge but..." she smiled. "No, no, they're just right," he hastened to assure her as he pulled his shirt back on. "They're perfect." "Well aren't you sweet," she smiled and pushed him toward the door. "Hey, when can I see you again?" he asked. "How about Saturday night?" Adrian smiled. "Yeah, Saturday's good," Rodney said. "Oh, and Rodney?" Adrian smiled as she pulled her own top back on. "Get ready to get fucked. Fucked hard. You going to be hurting, hear?" "Oh, okay," he smiled. A thought came to him and he stuck his head back into the room before the door fully closed. "I uh, I had a great time; thanks," he said. "Clueless bastard," Ronnie spat at the closed door. "Best kind," Adrian agreed and both girls giggled. The next day, Rodney returned from class, head slightly whirling from actually paying attention, actually taking notes. "Dude, I hate you, just absolutely hate you, you hear?" Sid said cheerfully, indicating a bag that lay on Rodney's bed. "What is it?" Rodney asked. "It's from Adrian Zeno, you ass hole; God, please tell her all about me, tell her what a great guy I am, please?" Sid begged as Rodney took out a bar of goat milk and honey soap and a natural sponge back scrubber. Little Lesson in Life An hour later, Rodney had a thought enter his head; someone gives you a gift, you should say 'thank you' so he called Adrian's cell phone. "Hello?" she cheerfully sang out. "Thank you; Sid said you brought over the soap and back scrubber," Rodney said. "Ooh, hope for you yet," she teased. "So, um, what you doing?" Rodney asked as Sid flailed his arms. "Oh and Sid wants me to tell you he's a great guy and despite what you've heard, he's not gay." "Aw dude!" Sid gasped, horrified. "Dude, what?" Rodney asked. "I know he is a great guy and I'm very aware he's not gay," Adrian giggled. "Okay, please, just so I don't have to listen to his whining, please tell him all of that," Rodney said, and handed Sid the cell phone. Chapter 4 "Very nice," Adrian praised as she ran her finger's over his arm. "Very nice; you've been using that soap." "Yeah, thanks again," he said. He looked at the room and saw that Ronnie and Adrian had pushed the two beds together, forming one large bed. Adrian pulled him toward the bed. "Now, you been using that soap all over?" she whispered and kissed his lips softly, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip. "Uh yeah," he said when she released his lip. "Show me," she demanded, unbuttoning one of his shirt buttons and kissing him again. She eased him onto her bed, lay him back and lay next to him. She kissed him again and unbuttoned one more button, then bent and kissed him on his bare flesh. "Rodney, do you notice anything about the way I kiss you?" she asked, continuing to unbutton his shirt. "It's really nice," he admitted. "Rodney, I put all my passion into my kiss," Adrian explained. "Let's say that that's the only parts of our body that would touch; would you be able to tell that I have strong, passionate feelings for you?" She leaned over him and pushed her lips to his. "Good God," he said when she raised her face a few millimeters. "Now you, Rodney," she whispered. "Show me, show me with your lips how bad you want to get fucked, how hard you want to get fucked." He tried; he put all his feelings, all his senses into his lips, tried to feel her mouth with his lips, tried to taste her mouth with his lips. "Very nice, Rodney, very nice," she whispered in his ear when he finished and he realized that she'd managed to unzip his jeans. "Let me get you..." she husked and unlaced his tennis shoes, then slid his jeans and briefs off. "Ooh, Rodney, are you all hard for me?" she teased She lay back down on the bed and pressed herself against him and again kissed him. "Rodney, is it all right with you, is it okay; you can say 'no' if you want to, it all right if I tie you up?" she whispered in his ear, pushing his hands down against the mattress. "Uh yeah, yeah, sure, I've never done that before," he admitted. "Thank you, Rodney," she husked and brought a scarf over and secured his right hand. She did the same with his left hand, and then gave him a very sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue and his cock jerked. She smiled as she tied his legs to the posts at the bottom of the bed then stood and removed her own top, baring a black satin bra. "You like it?" she asked, modeling it. "I bought it when I bought your soap. "It's beautiful," he said sincerely. "You're beautiful." She smiled and slithered out of her jeans, modeling a matching black satin thong. "My mom would shit if she ever found these," Adrian smiled, indicating the thong. "I mean, I can tell her a white bra was just too visible through my black top, but there's just no excuse for black panties." She leaned over and kissed him again, again with sloppy tongue action. "So, I'll send them home with you, okay?" she asked, lightly raking his chest with her fingernails. "I hope you're ready," she whispered, again stuffing her tongue into his mouth, fingernails raking at his chest and abdomen. "Are you ready, Rodney? Are you ready to get fucked hard?" She then blew a hot breath over his throbbing cock. "Oh God yes," he groaned, close to climax. "Be right back," she said, then leaned over and kissed him again, just her lips pressed to his lips. He tried to put his passion into that kiss, just his lips touching her lips. She straightened up and smiled, just a little sadly at him. She then left the room into the bathroom. "God damn, took you long enough," Nina, a cute red head complained. "Really, Zee, what the hell, huh?" Lori Sue, a tall, gangly blonde complained. "Okay, guys, ground rules one more time," Adrian said, ignoring their complaints. "Yeah, yeah, no mocking him, no calling his little dick little, no hitting him or spitting on him," Ronnie said, stripping out of her clothes. "Fuck him until we come, then leave, Maria, a chunky Latin girl said. "And Nina, you drew 'One' so you go first," Adrian said as Nina cinched on a strap on cock. "Oh, God," Nina giggled as she turned on the vibrator Adrian grabbed a towel and followed Nina out of the bathroom. "Oh, hey, wait a minute!" Rodney protested and began pulling hard at the scarves. "They're nylon, Rodney; they're not going to break," Adrian said. "Let me up, let me up now or so help me God," Rodney threatened. "Oh, come on, Rodney, you agreed to all of this," Adrian said and covered a thick foam pillow with the towel. "Yeah, Rodney," Nina smiled as she greased up the strap on. "Get ready to get fucked hard; what'd you think she meant?" "I will scream," Rodney threatened through clenched teeth. "You really want someone seeing you like this?" Adrian whispered. "Huh? Tied up? With a girl about to fuck you?" "Go ahead, scream," Nina challenged. "The more you fight it, the more it'll hurt," Adrian gently warned as she pushed the pillow underneath Rodney's thrashing buttocks. "Adrian, I swear to God, I'm going to fucking kill you," Rodney growled hoarsely. She lay on the bed next to him and placed what she hoped was a comforting hand on his chest. He actually tried to dip his head enough to bite her hand and she gently patted his chest. Nina climbed between Rodney's legs and pressed the head of her cock to his tightly clenched rectum. "More you fight it, more it'll hurt," she smiled and tried to jam her cock into him. "Ah!" Rodney cried out as a millimeter did enter him before the cock bounced away. "Here, let me," Adrian said and greased up her middle finger with her unscented lotion. "Why, Adrian?" Rodney begged, realizing his struggles were just chafing him and tightening the scarves even more. "Like I told you, Rodney, you need to find out what it feels like to be fucked, treated the way you treat others," Adrian said as she insinuated the greasy finger into his anus. "Need to be treated like you don't even fucking matter," Nina said. "I understand; I get it," Rodney lied. "God, I love this vibrating part," Nina smiled to Adrian who was now sliding two greasy finger's in and out of Rodney's anus. Rodney tried to clench his ass muscles again as Nina pressed the head of her cock against Rodney's anus. "Ah!" Rodney cried out as an inch of the latex phallus slid in. "First time always hurts a little," Nina said in a condescending tone. "Ow, ow, God damn it, it fucking hurts!" Rodney begged. "I'm sorry that it's hurting you; maybe it you quit fighting it," Adrian said sincerely. "Oh, oh, yes!" Nina hissed, the vibrating base pressing firmly against her clitoris. She jerked in orgasm, driving almost all of the cock into Rodney's rectum. "Ah, oh damn it!" Rodney sobbed, tears trickling down. "Thanks for the fuck, babe," Nina taunted as she pulled out. Ronnie had drawn the number two so she came in, greasing up her own dildo. "Nina says you an okay fuck," Ronnie sneered and turned the vibrating base on. "Why, Adrian?" Rodney sobbed. "You know how many nights I cried myself to sleep because you called me 'ugly slag,' Rodney?" Adrian asked softly. "I'm sorry! God I'm sorry!" Rodney cried as Ronnie managed to get almost all of her strap on cock into Rodney's anus in one thrust. "Better hope I come as quick as you did," Ronnie warned as she wiggled from side to side. In the bathroom, Lori Sue washed off Nina's dildo then cinched it while Nina dressed, then left through the adjoining room. Ronnie did manage a quick orgasm and roughly pulled out of Rodney. "Oh no, oh come on, I can't take another..." Rodney begged as Lori Sue entered. "Oh, Rodney, really," Adrian chided him, then bent and nuzzled the head of his semi-erect cock. "Remember Barbara Thornton? There were nineteen of y'all that fucked her. Surely you can take..." Involuntarily, Rodney was now thrusting his fully engorged cock toward Adrian's face. She gripped him tightly and he felt dangerously close to ejaculation. The bed sagged under Lori Sue's weight. "She was already passed out when I got to her!" Rodney begged as Lori Sue wormed her dildo into his no longer clenching buttocks. Adrian lightly stroked Rodney's cock and to his horror, he ejaculated a jet of semen that reached to his Adam's apple. Adrian continued lightly stroking him, milking his semen. "Damn!" Rodney sobbed as Lori Sue picked up the pace of her fucking. "Aw, shit!" Lori Sue barked through clenched teeth, and then let out a sigh. "No, no, how many more?" Rodney gasped as Maria came in, followed by a now dressed Ronnie. "Her, then me," Adrian said and began stroking his soft cock gently. "Please, please Adrian, please," Rodney begged. Maria scowled hatefully at Rodney and none too gently rammed the cock all the way in him. "Oomph!" Rodney complained Maria was not even aroused as she began hammering in and out of Rodney's bowels. She almost slapped Adrian's hand away as Adrian reached over and pushed the switch for the vibrating base. "Maria, do it right," Adrian warned Too soon for Maria's liking, but none too soon for Rodney, Maria came. Then Adrian cinched up the dildo that Ronnie handed to her. "Please Adrian, please; I've had enough," Rodney begged. "Last one, Rodney, I promise, unless you ask for it," Adrian smiled and turned on the vibrator for the cock as well as the base. She ran a loving hand over Rodney's thighs and hips, smiling at him. She lightly tickled his scrotum, and then lightly squeezed his testicles. Rodney felt himself involuntarily responding to her feather light touches of his cock. "Now, Rodney, I'm going to show you how it feels to be fucked by someone who cares about you," she whispered as she greased up her dildo. She slid an inch of her cock into him and again lightly squeezed his scrotum. "And I do care about you; you felt it in my kiss, remember?" she asked and pulled her cock out, then pushed it in again. Maria and Lori Sue left through the adjoining room, leaving a cleaned dildo on the rim of the sink. In their room, Ronnie sat at the desk and rubbed her crotch through her jeans as Adrian made love with Rodney. "Ooh, oh God, I'm getting close," Adrian warned. She wiggled from side to side and increased her jacking of Rodney's cock. "Ah, damn it!" Rodney yelled as his cock erupted, sending a jet of semen straight up, His semen splattered down onto his abdomen and crotch. Adrian kept up her light strokes and he continued to spurt his semen onto his belly and crotch. "Aw, fuck," Adrian moaned then shuddered in orgasm. She slowly pulled out of his bowels, and then turned the vibrating base and cock off. "Thank you, Baby, that was great," she smiled weakly. "Ooh!" Ronnie let out a shuddering sigh as her own orgasm rippled through her. Adrian unclipped the harness and lay the cock on the slightly soiled towel between Rodney's legs. She slid her black thong panties off, exposing her pussy, with thin racing stripe to him. "I promised you these," she said, putting the panties into his jeans pocket. She then bent over to kiss him bet he turned his head away. "Well, I figured you wouldn't be too happy, but I was hoping for a kiss," she said, and kissed his cheek. "Remember, I do care about you," she said. "We have our last Alpha Omega meeting tomorrow but I'll be back no later than five if you want to come over, okay?" "You have got to be kidding," he glared at her. "Like I'd ever want to see your fucking ugly ass ever again?" She dressed. Ronnie went to the door and left. Adrian bent and began unknotting his left hand. "I'm going to undo your left hand; you can undo the rest of them yourself," Adrian said. She did and Rodney flailed out at her, but she had anticipated this and stepped out of reach. "I will get you for this, I swear to God, you fucking ugly ass slag," Rodney snarled hatefully at Adrian. "Sorry you feel that way," she said truthfully then left the room as he was trying to undo his right hand as quickly as he could. Finally free, Rodney dressed back into his clothes, and then walked, very gingerly, his anus still quite sore, to the door. At the end of the hall, Adrian, Ronnie, Nina, and four football players sat, playing a rowdy card game of Spades. "Zee, I swear, you are cheating!" Nina accused. "How? Zack's one that dealt," Adrian laughed. "Good night, Rodney," Ronnie called out. "Remember, I'll be back about five," Adrian said as Zack discarded the five of hearts. "Ha!" Boyd crowed as he slapped down the queen of hearts. "Damn it," Nina said as she slapped down her six of hearts. "Double 'Ha!'" Adrian said as she slapped down a seven of spades. "Damn it, Zee, I'm with Nina; you are cheating!" Zack complained. "You don't have no hearts?" Rodney watched Nina, Ronnie, and especially Adrian playing and laughing as if he had not meant anything to them. They had fucked him and discarded him. Chapter 5 Rodney made it back to his own dormitory and walked slowly up the stairs to the third floor, the freshmen floor. "Oh Holy, oh no!" Rodney felt a lurch in his stomach and barely made it to the common bathroom in time. "Ah!" he almost screamed as he loosed his bowels. "Oh God, oh God," he whimpered as his anus tried to adjust. "Okay in there?" he heard someone ask from the stall next to his. "No, I was gang raped by a bunch of psychopathic dykes," Rodney almost said. "Went to Gator Jack's the other night," he lied. "Oh, Dude, let me guess; Texas Heat, right?" the voice chuckled. "Yeah, Rodney said, face sweating severely. After a few moments, he judged that the crisis had passed for now. "Damn, now I'm afraid to wipe," he chuckled. "Do this. God, I understand, the College's got to save money, but really? But fold it over like eight or nine times? Then scrunch it up. It makes it a lot softer," the voice counseled. He did so and had to agree; it did make it better. Both toilets flushed at the same time and Rodney found himself looking at a young man he'd dubbed 'Pencil' because of his slender build. Rodney racked his brain trying to remember the boy's actual name. "Thanks, Todd," he said. "Never thought of just wadding it up like that." Sid had discovered Dream Theater and was blaring one of that group's CDs when Rodney waddled into the room. His hand shot out and he turned the volume to just below deafening. "Dude, please tell me, please tell me you got to fuck that goddess," Sid begged. "Okay, I got to fuck that goddess," Rodney said and flopped on his bed. "Did you really?" Sid asked in disbelief. "Dude, she is the hottest..." "No, man, we did kiss a lot though," Rodney said and reached into his nightstand drawer. The unopened tube of lip balm was underneath several other things his mother had sent with him. "Don't do that!" Sid cried out. "Dude, you'll erase the memory!" "Sid, damn, dude," Rodney shook his head. "She's just a girl! With a pussy and tits, just like every other girl on campus." "Man, I know that, but it's just the way, I mean, when she looks at you, it's like, God, I don't know," Sid said. "She looks at you that way because she's damned near blind; you seen how thick them glasses are?" Rodney said and struggled out of his clothing. Rodney's shirt stuck to his belly and he prayed that Sid couldn't see the semen. He slid his jeans down and off and his briefs also stuck to him with the dried semen. When he grabbed his shower bag, he remembered that the soap Adrian had gifted to him was in there and he almost flung it across the room. The hot water felt good and the soap did wash away the dried semen. A quick brush of his teeth, another application of the lip balm and Rodney was ready for bed. Again, Sid proved to be a more considerate roommate than Rodney; he put his IPod on and stuffed the ear buds in. Sid's lamp was clamped onto the headboard of his bed and he turned that on to study with. Rodney feigned sleep, but his mind was racing far too much for him to sleep. When Nina had jammed her dildo into him, it had hurt tremendously. Like Adrian said, it probably wouldn't have hurt as bad if he had not been fighting it. Adrian had blown her hot breath across his hard cock; Rodney now shivered at the memory. She had stroked his cock while Lori Sue had fucked him. Rodney gritted his teeth, remembering how his anus had actually clamped down on Lori Sue's cock while his own cock jerked and spewed his semen. He rolled over lest Sid see his sheet and thin blanket were now tented. His cock throbbed painfully. Maria; e did not remember Maria. Obviously, though, the way she had so roughly jammed her strap on cock into him, she remembered him. His cock throbbed and twitched in his pajamas; Rodney tried to think of anything else; he did not want to blow a load in his pajamas. Adrian's kisses were passionate. When she used her tongue, it was sloppy, it was passionate, and it was fun. And then they sat and played cards, laughing and having a good time, as if what they had just done to him didn't matter. Like he didn't matter. His cock finally wilted at that thought; like he didn't matter. His sleep was interrupted by dreams of being helpless and of having no one to help him. Ronnie genuflected and knelt on the kneeler, praying silently. She felt someone kneel next to her but concentrated on asking God for forgiveness. "Hi," Rodney said when they both sat back in the pew. "Oh, hey, uh, hi," Ronnie stammered. "I get it," Rodney said. "Get what?" Ronnie stammered. "I get it and I'm really sorry I treated you like that," Rodney admitted. "Oh, it's okay," Ronnie said. "No, no it's not, it's not okay," Rodney said. "Y'all did it to me and it really didn't feel very nice." "You know the windows in this church are seventy nine years old?" Ronnie asked after a few minutes of silence. "They are beautiful," Rodney said, looking around. Nina let out a little squeal when she opened her dorm room door to find Rodney on the other side. "I'm sorry I treated you so badly," Rodney said. "You didn't deserve it and I'm sorry." Lori Sue just shrugged. She stepped aside and pointed when Rodney asked if she knew where he could find Maria. Maria did not accept Rodney's amends, just screamed insults in both Spanish and English. At the last Chapter meeting of Alpha Omega, which was also their Christmas party, Adrian laughed and sang along with everyone else as they sang Christmas Carols. It felt odd, singing Christmas carols when it was seventy three degrees outside, but she could remember a few Christmases where she was wearing shorts, then would be wearing thermal underwear a few days later. Then she gathered up the two gifts she'd been given and hugged everyone in parting. Adrian even hugged Becky Sinclair and Susan Thomas, her two biggest critics. "I hope you have a safe journey home and a very Merry Christmas," Adrian said. Little Lesson in Life "Thanks; you too," Susan said through gritted teeth. "Hi, I uh, I thought I'd walk you back to your room," Rodney said as she stepped out of Serenity Hall. "You still mad at me?" she asked softly. "No, no, I had it coming," he agreed and took the two bulky boxes out of her hands. "Like you said, I asked for it." "And you still think I'm an ugly ass slag?" she asked as they strolled across the Quad. "No. You're not an ugly, I mean, I don't agree with Sid; he thinks you're a goddess; he really needs a girlfriend but no, Adrian, you're not an ugly ass slag," Rodney said. "And I was wrong to say that; I'm sorry." "Kiss me," Adrian demanded. He did. His hands were still encumbered by her boxes but he put his heart into his lips and kissed her. She stepped back and scrutinized his face for a long moment then smiled. "Madre's the only place that's open; come on," she said, taking his arm and pulling him toward her car. He put her two gifts into the trunk of her car and made her smile when he placed them side by side, against the wall of the trunk. "Thank you," she said and gave him a wet, sloppy, passionate kiss. "So, when is Mike going to have your car ready?" she asked as she backed into a parking spot at Madre's Mexican restaurant. "Wednesday he said," Rodney said. "And you wanted me to just drop you off," Adrian laughed. "Well, I bet if you had stood right there and waited, he would have had it ready that same day," Rodney said and she smiled and gave him another sloppy kiss. "I'll take you there on Wednesday," Adrian promised. "Oh, I uh, Sid said he would," Rodney said as the waitress plopped the chips and salsa down. "Oh, okay, you'd rather go with him then me, well I understand," Adrian smiled. "Sid can go jump in a lake," Rodney quickly amended. Again, three males approached and greeted Adrian while glaring at Rodney. Rodney smiled and nodded in greeting as Adrian introduced him as 'a good friend from back home.' Rodney missed it the first time, but caught it loud and clear the second and third time; he'd been elevated from 'a friend' to 'a good friend.' "No, Rodney, I'm the one invited you, remember?" Adrian said when the waitress sullenly slapped their check on the table. "Okay, drop you off at your dorm or you want to come to my room?" Adrian asked as they left the restaurant. "What are we doing to do?" Rodney asked, suspicious. "Oh, probably kiss a lot; I do like the way you kiss," Adrian coyly said. Ronnie smiled and grabbed her purse when they entered the room. Adrian pulled his shirt off, and then unclasped his jeans, all the while kissing him with sloppy kisses. "Now, Rodney, I'm going to do something with you that I've never ever done with anyone else," she whispered. "What?" Rodney croaked. "I'm going to trust you," she said, removing her glasses and putting them inside of a desk drawer. "Rodney, I'm totally blind without my glasses," she said. "But I'm going to trust you; you're not going to hurt me, are you?" "No, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered into her ear from behind her. He slowly unbuttoned her Christmas blouse, softly touching her skin as more and more of it was exposed. He kissed her neck and shoulders, then pulled her blouse off and dropped it on the foot of her bed. She kicked her flip flops underneath her bed and sighed happily as he reached around her waist and unsnapped her jeans. "Are you going to fuck me, Rodney?" she whispered. "Are you going to push me on my bed and fuck me hard?" "No, I was planning on making love," he said. "No, Rodney," she gently corrected. "We're not in love. We might fall in love down the road, but we're not there yet." She twisted in his arms and kissed him hotly. "So, I'll ask you again," she husked into his ear. "You going to fuck me?" "I'm going to show you what it's like to be fucked by someone who cares about you," he promised. He eased her jeans and panties off then eased her backward onto her small bed. He grunted in surprise when she took his throbbing cock into her mouth and easily sucked him down to the root. "Uh, oh, shit!" he cried out and pumped his semen into her throat. "Now show me, Rodney," she challenged. Ronnie returned to their room at nine thirty, knocked, then cracked the door open. "Zee, it's nine thirty," she called out. "Uh oh, oh God, oh, uh, okay, give us five more minutes," Adrian cried out as Rodney hammered into her pussy. "Five more, oh okay, whatever," Ronnie said and shut the door. ""Come in me, come in me, come on Rodney, shoot that sperm in me," Adrian encouraged and he tensed and shot a thin dribble, his fifth spending of the night. "Not bad, Cowboy," she giggled as he collapsed on top of her, sweating and groaning. "Come on, Zee," Ronnie complained from the doorway. "Okay, okay," Rodney wheezed as he pulled his jeans on. "Whew!" Ronnie said, wrinkling her nose at the smell of sex that hung in the air. "Uh huh," Rodney smirked. "See you around, Cowboy," Adrian said, pulling on an oversized tee shirt. "I uh, when?" Rodney asked. "Well, I'll be bringing you to get your car, huh?" Adrian asked. "Well, uh, um, what about tomorrow night?" Rodney asked, almost desperate. "Sorry, Baby, got a date," Adrian smiled, pulling her glasses on. "You ha... Oh, okay, uh yeah, okay, see you Wednesday," Rodney agreed and left, feeling deflated. He'd just had two and a half hours of hot passionate, sweaty sex with a beautiful young woman. He'd assumed it meant as much to her as it had to him. Then to find out that she had another date already planned; to find out that it was just sex to her stung. "Zee, who you got a date with?" Ronnie asked when Adrian bounced back into the room after showering off that evening's sex. "My textbooks," Adrian giggled. "God, it's Finals Week, huh?" Monday morning, Rodney went to speak with Roger Brady, no relation to Greg, Bobby, Marcia or Tom, the Dean of Student Admissions. "Sir, I know my grades are horrible," Rodney admitted bluntly. "I needed to do a little, okay, a lot of growing up. My dad told me this wasn't high school and I found out he was right, this is not high school." "And what do you think we ought to do about that?" Roger asked, impressed. The boy wasn't whining, he wasn't wheedling, and he wasn't making excuses. He wasn't even trying to minimize his failings. And he had come to him, rather than having to be summoned to the office like the other forty six students that would be coming to his office. "Sir, now that I know this isn't high school that childish little games aren't going to work I'd appreciate another chance, another semester to pull my grades up," Rodney admitted. "I mean, I'll understand if you say 'no' and that's that. But..." "One more semester, Mister Boudreaux," Roger Brady said, holding up one finger. "Hell, because of your performance, you aren't even eligible to play baseball, which is why we recruited you in the first place, but..." "Thank you, sir, thank you," Rodney said. Wednesday afternoon, Rodney told Adrian about his conversation with Dr. Roger Brady and she squealed and kissed him, much to Sid's delight and overwhelming jealousy. "Congratulations, Dude and I hate you with every fiber of my soul," Sid said, clapping Rodney on the back. When she pulled up to Mike's, Adrian looked at Rodney. "My last final is tomorrow, at two," she said. She lightly rubbed his crotch. "And after that? I'm going to be in the mood to fuck. How about it, Rodney? Can I fuck you?" she husked His cock throbbed. "When you say..." Rodney groaned. "I think you know what I mean when I say 'fuck,' Rodney," she said, giving him a sloppy kiss. "I mean I'm going to put my cock in your tight little ass. How about it, Rodney? Can I fuck you?" Mike smirked at the wet spot in the front of Rodney's jeans. He nodded when Rodney said 'thanks' and nodded again when Rodney put twenty dollars worth of gas into his car. He called Adrian and she answered with a cheery "Hi! How's the car?" "It's great; was wondering if I could swing by, pick you up and take you to Monocle's?" he asked. "Oh, Baby, I'm sorry," Adrian said. She was about to lie, to tease him, to tell him she had another date. "Sweetheart, remember? My last exam is tomorrow; I really have to study," she said. "Can we go tomorrow? After we fuck? I'm sure I'll be hungry, what about you? Think you'll be hungry?" Chapter 6 Adrian kissed him hotly, rubbed his face and neck with her small hands, then grabbed onto his lower lip with her teeth and pulled him down. "Why you got to stand all stiff and straight?' she asked, holding him place. "I want to kiss you, but you make me work for it. Relax, bend, and give a little bit, huh? Not just your neck, use your waist too." She kissed him again and unzipped his jeans. "I want to fuck you, want to fuck you so hard your little eyeballs pop out," she whispered. She reached into his jeans and discovered he was going commando, and his cock was hard, throbbing. "Ooh, someone's ready, huh?" she giggled and bent over and took the head of his cock into her mouth. "Aw shit," he cried out and spurted heavily into her mouth. "Oh wow, damn, you were ready, huh?" she asked. "Don't worry Baby, we'll get your cock nice and hard again," Adrian said. She stripped off her tee shirt and shorts, revealing that she too had been going commando. "Now, I told you I'm going to fuck you, but I want to do sixty nine first, okay?" she said, pulling him to the bed. "In fact, my first boyfriend and me? We used to call it 'one thirty eight,' which is sixty nine twice." "I uh, hey listen," Rodney stammered. "Oh, no, oh don't tell me you're one of those ass holes don't eat pussy, huh?" she asked. "I uh, Adrian, I've never eaten pussy before," he admitted. "Oh, okay," she smiled and lay down on her bed. She kicked her left leg up and stretched it straight up in the air; her right leg she spread and dangled it off the bed. "This is a honey pot," she said, running a finger up and down her slit. "There's a lot of honey in here for you to lick up," she continued, spreading her lips apart with her hands. "Rodney stared, feeling his cock twitch. "And you're looking for the Queen Bee; here she is, right here," Adrian said, pointing to her fat little clitoris. She swung her left leg around, stood up and pushed him on to the bed. "Last time I let the guy get on top, he almost suffocated me," she admitted, pushing Rodney to lay down on the bed. All the jokes Rodney had heard about pussies tasting and smelling like fish were just that, jokes. Adrian's pussy smelled like sweat and not in an unpleasant way. "Oh Baby, oh, you're a good little pussy licker, huh?" Adrian cooed as he 'searched for the Queen Bee' with is tongue. "Mmph!" he groaned as his cock slid into her hot sucking mouth. "Ungh!" he groaned as she slid a saliva coated finger into his rectum. Ooh!" Adrian cooed when Rodney did find her clitoris and lashed at it furiously with his tongue. "Awww!" he cried out as he emptied his balls into Adrian's mouth. "Ooh!" Adrian cried out as he sucked her clitoris to orgasm. "That was pretty good for your first time eating a pussy," she praised, then reached over and plucked her strap on cock from the small table that separated her bed from Ronnie's bed. "Ready, Baby? Huh? You ready to get fucked?" she asked as she greased the cock up. "Yeah," Rodney admitted, feeling his limp cock grow to the third erection in less than twenty minutes. ""I've never done, you get on your knees huh?" she asked as she switched the base and cock on to a low, steady hum. "His cock throbbed as he knelt on her bed. He felt the head of her cock press against is anus and he involuntarily clamped down. "Uh!" he cried out as a searing pain shot through him. "Relax," she ordered and tickled his balls with her fingernails. He involuntarily clamped down again when an inch of her cock gained entry and he cried out again as she pushed herself in further. "Baby, you fighting it," she fussed, pulled out slightly, then rammed herself all the way in. "Aw, damn it!" he cried out and spurted a puddle of semen onto her bed. She pulled out and rammed her cock home again and he grunted. She kept pulling out and pushing in until she had a good rhythm going. "Oh, oh, Baby, don't," he whined when he felt her small hand drip his cock and began stroking it. "No?" she teased, lightly rubbing the head of his cock with her fingers. "Fuck!" he cried out as he shot his fourth load of semen. "Fuck!" Adrian cried out in orgasm. Her hand continued to stroke his cock, trying to get a fifth load out of him, but he was spent. "Oh God, oh God, oh, Rodney, that was so good," Adrian crooned as she slumped over his shaking back. He barked in surprise when she suddenly jerked her cock out of his ass and his cock twitched, almost shooting that fifth load. "Oh shit, Ronnie's probably on her way back; she had a three thirty exam," Adrian said and unclasped the cock. Rodney got to very shaky legs and almost fell over as he struggled to pull his jeans back on. "Hi Maureen," he heard Adrian tell an unseen person as Adrian dashed into the bathroom. He did not hear the rest of the conversation as the door closed. He pulled his shirt on and went to sit on the bed, remembering at the last minute that there was a tick puddle of his semen on the bed. "Okay, I'll be praying for you," Adrian continued her conversation with the unseen Maureen. "Love you to pieces." "Okay, you seen my flip flops," Adrian asked as she pulled on a bra, and then wiggled into shorts and tee shirt. "Right here, under the bed," Rodney said and dug them out for her. He drove her to Monocle's and she admired his automobile. At Monocle's, she spotted Ronnie, Nina, and Meghan just sitting down and dragged Rodney over. He resented the intrusion, had hoped for some more quiet time, just him and Adrian. The girls decided on an extra large Supreme, add jalapenos. Even Adrian linking fingers with him did little to improve his mood and she asked him about it in the car. "I mean, shit, I know we ain't boyfriend and girlfriend, but fuck!" he yelled. "I kind of wanted it to be just you and me, not you and me and everybody else!" "And did you say that?" she asked him quietly. "Huh? Did you say 'hey, Adrian, I kind of want it to be a date?'" "Well, no but..." he admitted. "Baby, I'm not a mind reader," Adrian admitted. "How am I supposed to know unless you say something?" They spent the rest of the drive in silence. When they pulled up to her dorm, Adrian leaned over the console, took his face in her fingertips and pulled him around to face her. "Good night; thank you for the pizza, I am sorry you're not happy. I'll try to do better next time, okay?" she murmured and kissed him with a sloppy kiss. "No, Adrian, I'll try to do better next time," he conceded. "I'm leaving about six tomorrow; what about you?" she asked. "Shit, I don't know, I still got a lot of packing," he admitted. The following morning, Adrian smiled when she saw Rodney's car parked next to hers and a sleeping Rodney sitting in the front seat. "Boyfriend's here," Ronnie said, wiping at her tears. "Uh huh, why are you, oh, Ronnie, don't do that!" Adrian wailed, seeing her roommate and friend crying. "Well I can't help it!" Ronnie wailed. "I love you' your like the coolest person I know and now you're just leaving!" "I'll see you next year!" Adrian sobbed. After they hugged and promised to call each other at least once a week, Ronnie sprinted back inside just as a Texas rainstorm threatened. Rodney jerked when Adrian tapped on the window. "Good morning," she said when he lowered his window. "Morning," he smiled, relieved that he'd not slept through her departure. She kissed him hungrily, smiled, and kissed him again. Driving on the Interstate, he smiled and nodded when she lowered her window and pointed toward the Waffle House on the other side of the Interstate. A different waitress greeted them and they sat down across from each other. "Well, it's way too early for a patty melt; what you getting?" Adrian asked. "Just a cup of coffee; I only got fourteen bucks and I need to get gas next gas station we see," Rodney admitted. "If you had money, what would you get? Their All Star is the best," Adrian said. "Yeah, I like that too," Rodney admitted. "Y'all ready or y'all need a little more time?" the waitress asked. "Two All Stars, mine over medium," Adrian said. "Whole wheat, oh and two coffees please. "Adrian," Rodney protested. "Catch me next time, all right?" Adrian said, gave his leg a playful rub with her bare foot. "Scrambled for me, raisin bread please," Rodney requested. Rodney came back from the bathroom to find Adrian chatting with a burly man and felt an extreme rush of jealousy well up in him. "Thanks," Adrian said and skipped back to their booth. "Guy says there's a Texaco two more exits up; there's an Exxon next exit up, but it looked like it's closed for remodeling," Adrian said and resumed eating with real gusto. After they finished, Adrian kissed him very softly. "Okay, I'll follow you to the Texaco, okay?" she said. She did and watched as he pumped gas. She rested her hand on his ass and gave his buttock a squeeze. "That going to be enough?" she asked. "Going to have to be," Rodney said. "Here, fill it up," Adrian said, pushing a twenty dollar bill into his back pocket and squeezing his ass again. "No, Adrian, he protested. "Hey, it's the Christian thing to do," she smiled and kissed him. "Plus that, ooh, Baby, you seen that ass of yours? Can't have that sweet ass out here running out of gas. Some nasty woman would take advantage of you or something," she whispered in his ear. "And I would have to say 'oh no! Not again!'" Rodney said and she laughed. A gas station outside of Houston also had a Subway, a Taco Bell, and a Popeye's Fried Chicken inside so they stopped there to fill up and to eat lunch. "So, um, I see you when we get home?" Rodney asked. "Hmm, probably not," Adrian said, shaking her head no. "We're all going to my Grandmother's; she's all the way up in Vermont. Buddy, that's my brother, Buddy gets out tomorrow and soon as he's home, we're leaving." "How about when you get back?" Rodney asked, hating himself. He knew he sounded pathetic, desperate. He'd had more than one girl whine, wheedle, beg, and he'd had no respect for them. "Maybe, I don't know," Adrian shrugged. "I'll call you, okay?" Outside, she reached up, gave him a soft kiss, got into her car, and drove away. Three days later, Pam was alone in Meche's Doughnuts, listlessly wiping down the counter, waiting on her relief to come in. She hated working before Debbie; the girl had no concept of time and was very inconsiderate of her coworkers. The electronic door chime sounded and she looked up as Rodney came in. She scowled; he had been her boyfriend for all of three weeks and had been a total jerk during and after that brief amount of time. "Hi Pam," he smiled. "What do you want?" she spat. "Wanted to talk with you," Rodney admitted. He sat at the counter. "Yeah, well I'm busy," she snarled. "Doing what? I'm the only customer in here, the fryer's not even on," Rodney pointed out. "What you want, Rodney?" she sighed. "I get it," he said. "I get it. I was a total ass hole; you didn't deserve that and I'm sorry." Pam stared at him, mouth open in shock. *** "Hello?" Rodney asked when his phone rang. "Hey, what time you leaving for school?" Adrian asked, voice bubbling with happiness. Little Lesson in Life "Planned on pulling out of here about six; that's what time you like to get started isn't it?" Rodney asked. Five forty five the following morning, David Zeno looked out the window and saw Rodney Boudreaux pull into his driveway and block Adrian's car in. "Adrian looks like your boyfriend's here," he said. Rodney smiled as he saw Adrian come outside. "Might as well come on in, meet the family," she smiled. "Might as well," he agreed and bent over to kiss her. "Ooh, hope for you yet," she smiled and squeezed his buttocks. THE END ***** *Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. A sincere thank you for reading my stories. Adrian Zeno and Rodney Boudreaux are characters that were introduced in the story 'Yorkie Breeder' which can be found in the 'Anal' category. And now, for my Disclaimers... (Which quite often get more comments than the stories themselves do. Go figure.) Yes, I need an editor. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it's in the wrong category. Yes, it's too long. Yes, this is stupid shit. And, yes, I suck. And you have yourself a wonderful day.