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The Four Years: Year One Ch. 01

By: The_Dork_Knight



***Note from the author***

Please note that this is going to be a very long story set over the course of the four years of the characters lives in college. Not every story will have sex in it, so if you're just looking for a quickie, then you should move on to something else. And for those sticking around, thank you and enjoy. I look forward to reading any and all comments you have.

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College. One of the big events in a person's life. The day they "leave the nest" and venture out into the world of higher education and be on their own. A day that fathers say how proud they are of their kid and that mothers fuss over losing their little baby. Well, at least for most people it's supposed to be that way. Yet, here I was parking my car after driving for two days on my own while my parents did... Whatever.

But, I really can't say that I was surprised. My parents never really have been there for me. Dad was an investment banker and spent as much time as he did moving money around as he did banging whatever nineteen year old intern he had for an assistant that year. While mom pretended everything was fine while she downed glass after glass of wine with a Prozac chaser and tried to raise money for whatever charity was popular at the time with the other housewives around the neighborhood. And that's pretty much what they did when they constantly missed all the big moments of my life. Like in first grade when I was in a class play about the environment, they were a no show. And in sixth grade when I won an award for having the highest GPA, they went and planned a trip to Europe so they were gone that same week. By the time I graduated from high school, I wasn't even surprised by the fact that they didn't bother coming.

The only person I would miss would by my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer. She and I decided to end it because of us going to different colleges (i.e. it was her idea, and I reluctantly agreed after her telling me for an hour that it wouldn't work long distance).

So, here I was, arriving in Los Angeles to start my four years of studying computer science, and neither of my parents had the time to see me off. As I got out of my crappy old Ford Escort, which I saved up and bought with my own money earned working part time, I noticed a lot of parents here with their kids. I felt a bit of a pang in my heart, but quickly shook it off as I always did and grabbed a box from the back seat before heading inside.

As I walked down the third floor hallway of the dorm building I would be living in, I looked at each door for my room. "Watch out," someone said from behind me, and I stepped aside as two guys quickly walked past carrying a keg. I chuckled to myself and continued down the hall till I found room 342.

"Yeah, just set it down there," a guy with black hair said as he pointed without really looking at me.

"Sorry?" I asked.

He turned to look at me and said, "My stuff. Just set it over there."

"This is mine," I said.

Suddenly he looked embarrassed. "Shit," he quietly said. "You're my room mate, aren't you?"

"I guess so," I said.

"That means my mom did find you walking around and guilt trip you into carrying a heavy box up for her, huh?" he asked.

"Nope," I said.

"Sorry," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Jake."

I took his hand and shook it, "Marc." I set the box I was carrying down on the empty bed on the left hand side of the room. I was just about to go and get another box when a man and woman in the early fifties walked in carrying a bunch of boxes.

"Jakey-poo," the woman said as she walked in. "I seriously hope you're not going to be spending any time with the hooligans down the hall. I saw them we enough beer to kill a dozen elephants." That's when she noticed me. "And you would be?"

"That's Marc," Jake said. "He's my room mate."

"Oh," she said. "Well Marc, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I said as I opened the box I had brought in and checked to see what it was and thinking I should have at least labeled it. But, I was in such a rush to leave home and my family that I just shoved everything I thought I would need into boxes and bags, that I never even bothered to say goodbye to my parents. That was two days ago, and they still had yet to call my cell phone to see where I was. I guess they were so wrapped up in their own things to even notice I was gone.

"Jake, where's your sister?" his dad asked as he helped his son unpack.

"Um," said Jake as I started to leave the room to get more of my stuff from the car. "She said something about going downstairs to get a soda from the machine."

I made my way downstairs and out to my car where I grabbed two large duffle bags full of clothes. Just as I walked back into the dorm building, I passed a young girl telling some guy to 'fuck off'.

I looked over and saw a guy in his early twenties leaning against the soda machine as he talked to a girl who couldn't have been older than fifteen.

"Come on," he said. "It'll be fun."

"What part of 'fuck off' don't you understand," the girl said. 

"Oh, I understand fucking just fine," the guy said. "In fact..." he reached his hand out and grabbed her ass as she leaned down to get the can of soda that had fallen out of the machine. She jumped back when he did so, and that's when I knew I had to do something.

"Is there a problem here?" I asked.

"Piss off," the guys said. "This is a private conversation."

While the guy was momentarily distracted, the girl rushed past him and ran off.

"Great," he said. "Thanks for fucking cock blocking me asshole."

"I think you were doing a good job of that yourself," I said as I turned around and left.

I made my way back upstairs and to my room where, to my surprise, the girl was sitting on my bed as she took a sip of her soda.

"This place is stupid," she said. "So that figures why you'd want to go to school here."

"Yeah, well," Jake said, "You could always smell your own."

Jake and the girl looked at me as I walked into the room.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked.

"That's Marc," Jake said. "He's my room mate, and you're sitting on his bed."

"I don't see his name on it," the young girl said.

"Sisters," Jake said, shaking his head. "Can't live with them, can't leave them at the zoo to be raised by monkeys. And believe me... I tried."

I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched the two of them insult each other.

"Will you two knock it off," Jake's mom said as she and her husband walked into the room. "I swear, one thing I'll be glad of with you gone is the peace and quiet of not having to listen to the two of you argue all the time."

"She started it," Jake said.

"And you're older," his mom said. "So I expect you to be more mature about it and not argue with your sister. Anyways, Marc was it?" she said, turning to look at me.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"Well Marc," she said. "We're all going out for some lunch before leaving Jake here. Would you and your parents like to join us?"

"Well, my parents aren't here," I said. I noticed both of Jake's parents seemed a little surprised by this. "They had to fly back home after we all drove down here," I added with a lie. "Emergency back home."

"Oh," she said a little uncertainly, but accepting of what I said. "Well, then you can still join us."

"I appreciate it," I said. "But I'm kind of tired from the drive down here, and I still have a bunch of stuff to bring up and unpack. But thank you."

"You sure?" Jake's dad asked. 

"I'm sure," I said. "But, thank you again for the invitation."

"Alright," Jake's dad said. "Come on you two. Let's go."

The four of them left as I unpacked some of my clothes and put them away. It was almost an hour and a half later when I brought the last of my stuff up from my car and unpacked it. I was about to hang up a poster when someone burst into the room and closed the door.

"Hey," he said out of breath.

"Hey yourself," I said suspiciously. "Can I help you?"

"Just trying to get away from my overbearing parents," he said. "I swear, they were so excited when they found out I would be going to college, and now that I'm here, they can't seem to come to terms with leaving me."

"Ah," I said.

"And it's not like I'm gonna be alone," he continued. "My sister is starting here as well, and you can damn well bet that they'll be constantly calling her to make sure I'm ok."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He started to light one, then stopped and said, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Go ahead," I said. "Just open the window."

He lit the cigarette as he walked across the room and opened the window.

"Ahhhh," he said with a sigh of relief. "Much better. Want one?"

"I don't smoke," I said as I pinned a poster of Lexi Belle to the wall. She was my favorite porn star, and had got me through many lonely nights in high school. 

"That's good," he said. "Dirty habit, smoking is. Names Andy, by the way."

"Marc," I said.

"Well, Marc..." he started to say, but stopped when he heard someone calling his name outside.

"Damn it Andy," the female voice said. "Where the fuck are you? Mom and dad are gonna kill me if I don't find you."

"That's my sister, Amy," Andy said. 

There was a knock at the door, and then it opened. If these two were brother and sister, they didn't show it. While Andy looked only to be around five and a half feet talk, his sister was closer to six feet. Andy had dirty blond hair and brown eyes while his sister had red hair and green eyes, which were behind a pair of glasses. She also had a light dusting of freckles along her nose.

"There you are," she said. "And smoking? Don't you know how bad that is for you," she added as she took the cigarette out of his mouth and then took a puff from it. "I swear, I can't wait for mom and dad to leave."

"Tell me about it," Andy said as he pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

"Please," said Amy. "You get off easy. I'm the one who's always is supposed to look out for you. And I'm the one who gets in trouble when you do something stupid. Anyways, who the hell are you?"

"That's Marc," Andy said. "This is his room. That's his bed. And that's..." he noticed the poster on the wall. "Wow."

I should point out that the poster of Lexi wasn't with her naked or anything. But what she did have on left very little to the imagination.

"So Marc," Amy said. "How bad were your parents when they dropped you off? Did they get all teary eyed and make a big deal about it?"

"Can't say they did," I said. "Mostly because they didn't come with me. In fact, I don't even know if they know that I left yet."

"That sucks," said Amy. "You should find out?" With that, she pulled a cell phone from her pocket and asked, "What's their number?"

"You're kidding, right?" I asked, and she just looked at me as she waited for me to tell her the number. I did and she entered it before turning on the speaker.

"Yes, hello?" I heard my mom say.

"Hi," said Amy. "Is Marc around?"

"Let me check," my mom said, and then I heard her call out my name. "I'm sorry," she said after a few moments. "I think he's out... Doing something."

"Alright," said Amy. "I'll try again later."

"Ok," my mom said. "Real quick, while I have you on the phone, I'm raising money to help rebuild war torn countries. Care to make a donation?"

Amy got a wicked gleam in her eye and said, "Sure. Put me down for five hundred thousand."

"Splendid," my mom said.

"I'll be by shortly with a check," Amy said. "And hopefully Marc will be there so I can fuck his brains out."

"That's nice," my mom said, obviously not really listening and thinking more about how good it will look for her to be the one to bring it such a large donation. Shame it's not real. I'd love to be a fly on the wall when she has to explain that one to her friends.

Amy hung up and slipped the phone back into her pocket as all three of us burst out laughing.

"Damn," Amy said as we slowly stopped laughing. "Your mom doesn't really pay attention to anything besides herself, does she?"

"Nope," I said. "That's the world I grew up in."

"I don't feel so bad about our parents now," said Andy.

"Me either," said Amy. "Though, I still can't wait till they leave so I have some sense of freedom."

Just then, her phone started to ring. She pulled it out of her pocket and sighed. "And speak of the devils... Hey mom... No, I found him. He's right here... We're down one floor... Just some guys' room... No mom, we're not having sex." Amy rolled her eyes. "Yes mom, I'm a good girl and will wait for marriage before I let another man even see me naked... Alright, we'll meet you downstairs in a minute to say goodbye."

Amy hung up and let out a little growl. "Ok," she finally said. "We both have it bad."

Amy and Andy flicked their cigarettes out the window and got up to leave. "Thanks for letting us hide out here for a bit," Andy said.

"Don't mention it," I said.

"Come on twerp," Amy said. "Let's go before mom and dad gather up a search party... Marc, it's been fun. See you around."

"See ya," I said as they left. I don't know what it was about her, but there was a small feeling deep in the back corner of my mind that barely even registered with me at that moment that she was going to be a big part of my life in some way.

After they had left, I decided to walk around the campus and get my bearings. The last thing I wanted was to get lost on my way to a class on the first and end up missing some important information.

I ended up walking around for almost three hours before heading back to the dorms. When I got there, Jake was already back.

"Hey," he said, looking up from the architecture book he was reading. 

"Hey," I said as I fell back onto my bed, and realized how tired I was from my walk.

"Oh," Jake said, "Mom insisted that we bring you something back. Not sure what you liked, so I hope the nacho combo platter is ok."

"Sounds good," I said and tried to get up, but my body refused to let me.

Jake chuckled as he closed his book, got up and retrieved the take home box from the small mini-fridge that the school supplied. "Here," he said, setting it down next to me.

I managed to sit up and opened the box of food.

"Oh, that looks good," I said and started to eat. "Want some?"

"Sure," said Jake as he grabbed a chip loaded with toppings. As we sat and ate, we talked about the what we were planning on studying. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jake got up and answered it.

"Yeah?" Jake said as he opened the door and Andy walked in.

"Hey Marc, got a question for you," Andy said. He was looking at a page in a book and sat down next to me on my bed. Jake had a confused look o his face.

"Jake, this is Andy," I said. "Andy, Jake."

"Hey," said Andy, quickly glancing at Jake before looking back to his book.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"I need to know if I should be taking introduction to chemistry, or advanced chemistry," said Andy.

"You haven't picked your classes yet?" asked Jake.

"Obviously," said Andy. "Why the hell do you think I'm asking what I should be taking."

"Classes start tomorrow," I said.

"I know," said Andy. "But I didn't know I would be coming here till four days ago."

"They took that long to let you know you were admitted?" Jake asked.

"I never applied," said Andy. "Actually, I technically never even graduated from high school. But, apparently I'm some kind of genius, and the governor and some other people felt it best to skip me my last year of high school and get me right into college."

"So that would make you..." I started to say.

"Just turned seventeen a couple weeks ago," Andy said.

"Well then," I said. " You should probably go with the intro class since you skipped a year."

"Yeah, but I now all that shit," Andy said.

"Still," said Jake. "They might touch on something that you might not know and talk about in the advanced classes."

"That makes sense," said Andy, just as the door opened and Amy walked in.

"How the hell did I know you'd be here," Amy said as she walked in.

"Because I told you," Andy said.

"No you didn't," responded Amy.

"Yeah, I did," said Andy. "But you were too busy drawing in your little sketch book to pay any attention to what I was saying. Hence why I came here."

Jake was about to say something when I said, "Jake, that's Amy. And in reverse."

"Nice to meet you," said Jake.

"Yeah," said Amy as she grabbed Andy by the arm. "Let's go," she said. "Mom and dad's plane should be landing soon and you know they're gonna call the first second they can. I really don't want to have to listen to mom bitch that you're not there."

"Whatever," said Andy. "See you guys later."

Amy and Andy left the room for the second time that day, closing the door behind them.

"She's hot," Jake said.

"I guess," I said while picking up a magazine and looking through it.

"Wait," said Jake. "You don't have a thing for her, do you?"

"What?" I said. "God no."

Truth was, I did think that Amy was cute. Once or twice during my walk I even thought about seeing if she wanted to go out.

"You sure?" Jake asked.

"No interest in her at all," I lied.

"So you have no problem with me asking her out?"

"Go for it," I said, wanting to reach over and choke the life out of him.

"Alright," he said and stood up.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"I'm gonna see if I can catch up with her and ask her out before I lose what little nerve I currently have," Jake said as he walked out of the room.

"Damn it," I whispered to myself. 

TO BE CONTINUED... 

The Four Years: Year One Ch. 02



I was having a great dream. Amy and I were running through a field full of tall grass as naked as the day we were born. The grass was high enough that it covered all the good bits of Amy's body. Just as a breeze started to blow and I was about to be rewarded with the sight of her body, a buzzing sound went off, snapping me awake instantly.

"Fucking alarm," I muttered half asleep once I realized what the sound was. I reached over and shut it off, wishing I could go back to sleep. But I couldn't. I had to get up for my first class.

"You're an idiot," Jake mumbled from under his blanket as I slowly climbed out of bed. He pulled the blanket away and looked around. "Sorry," he said. "I thought I was still home and my sister was the one who woke me up."

"It's ok," I said while yawning, as I grabbed the little travel bag with my bathroom stuff in it and a towel.

After having spent the better part of the last two months sleeping in, in the morning, my body and mind wasn't used to getting up this early anymore. As I sleepily made my way down to the third floor showers, I could tell that I wasn't the only one. The hallway was full of half asleep students that reminded me of a zombie movie.

That's when I noticed the line to get into the showers. There were at least a dozen people waiting to get in.

"Fuck," I quietly said to myself as I got in line.

"Tell me about it," said a blond girl in front of me. "If I had known there would be a line, I would've gotten up earlier."

"Everyone told me that I should take later classes so I could sleep in and avoid any hassles," I said. "But did I listen to them? No. I got up early for twelve years. I can do it again for a few more here. If they had bothered to tell me that there would be a line to take a shower in the morning, I would've."

"Exactly," the blond girl said. "No one ever mentions anything about this when talking about college life. It's always about classes and the heavy workload and the parties. But never the small little important things. I'm Lisa, by the way."

"Marc," I said.

"Nice to meet you Marc," she said. "Anyways, I have a couple brothers and sisters, so I'm used to having to wait to use the bathroom some mornings. But damn... Nothing like this. I'll be lucky if I make it to my first class on time, if at all."

Lisa and I chatted for a bit while waiting to get into the showers. Finally, after a little over half an hour, she went in. Five minutes after, I was able to go in. I found an empty shower stall, closed the curtain and washed up for the day. I finished about the same time as Jake was walking in.

"Hey," we said to each other simultaneously as we passed at each. Well, at least I'd have the room to myself to get dressed. I went back to my room and saw that I had only fifteen minutes before my first class, which was clear on the other side of campus. I quickly threw on some clothes, grabbed my books and ran out of my room, right into a brunette girl.

"Ow," she said as we collided and she fell to the floor.

"Shit," I said. "I'm so sorry. I'm just running late for class, and..."

"Yeah, me too," she said as I helped her up. "Don't worry about it. No broken bones or anything, so I'm good."

"You sure?" I asked, looking at her deep blue eyes. She smiled at me and blushed a little.

"Yeah," she said. "Though, I'm sure my ass will be sore in a little bit from falling on it, but you're cute so it's ok and I can't believe I just said that last part out loud."

I was slightly taken aback by her calling me cute. While I did have a girlfriend in high school, she and I didn't start dating till mid way through our senior year. Before that, trying to get a girl to go out with me was about as likely as Uwe Boll making a good movie. And yet, here was this girl that I had literally just bumped into, knocking her on her ass, and she was calling me cute... I love college.

"I'm Becky," she said.

"MARC!" I heard Andy shout as he ran down the hallway towards us. "Thank fuck I caught you before you left for class," he said slightly out of breath.

"What's wrong Andy?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I still don't have any classes, so I figured I could tag along with you to yours. But since it starts in ten minutes, I was afraid that I missed you."

"I'll see you around," Becky said with a smile and she walked off. I couldn't help but watch her ass sway as she left.

"Damn," said Andy. "I didn't just cock block you, did I?"

"No Andy," I said as he and I started to head towards class. "You didn't. Though, I probably did when I knocked her on her ass when I ran into her."

"I don't know," he said. "From that smile she gave you, it looks like she might be interested in you."

"You think?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "Maybe. I really don't know much about women and signals."

"You not the only one," I said.

Andy and I reached class twenty minutes late. And to our surprise, everyone was still waiting outside. Including Becky.

"Stalking me now," she said with a smile when we walked up.

"No, I have this class," I said, sounding a little defensive.

"Relax," she said. "I'm kidding."

"Oh," I said, mentally kicking myself for not picking up on it and sounding stupid.

"Why's everyone out here?" Andy asked.

"Teacher isn't here yet," Becky said. "And since the room is locked, we're all waiting out here."

"Well, that's good for us then," I said. "At least we wont be late to our first class."

"If there is a class,' Becky said.

"Good point," I said.

The three of us sat down on floor of the hallway as we waited. And waited. And waited. All the while, Becky and I talked about our lives before college while Andy was filling out the classes he wanted to take.

Finally, the teacher showed up. After checking our names off the list, he was wondering who Andy was.

"I'm sorry, but if you're not registered for this class, then you can't stay," the teacher said. "It's all full."

"I understand that sir," Andy said politely. "But if I could talk to you for just a moment privately..."

"I'm already late getting this class started because of that damn flat tire," the teacher said.

"I won't take more than a few seconds sir," Andy said.

"Fine," the teacher said. Andy got up from the seat next to me, walked over to the teacher and the two of them talked quietly so no one else could hear. The teacher looked a little shocked for a moment, and then nodded his head.

Andy smiled and said something before he came back and sat down next to me. "I'm in the class," he said.

"How the hell did you do that?" I asked.

"Because I'm awesome," Andy said with a grin.

The teacher then handed out a syllabus, lining out everything we would be learning and going over through out the semester. He explained what would be expected of us and how he grades before answering any questions we had. Then he told us that was all for today.

"That's it?" I asked.

"Yes," said the teacher. "It's the first day. Pretty much all your classes are going to be like this. What did you think was going to happen today? That we'd start working you hard and load you up with hours of reading and papers to write?"

"Well..." I said. "Yeah."

"That starts on the second day of class," the teacher said with what I guess was supposed to be an evil grin, but made him look kind of silly.

"Great," Becky said as we walked out of the class. "I turned down a date with a guy tonight because I expected to have a lot of work that I would have to do. Now I have neither."

"Sorry to hear that," I said. "Well, since I got time before my next class, I'm gonna go grab a bite to eat. You coming?" I asked Andy.

"Sorry," he said. "I gotta get this turned into the admissions office so they can add me to the classes."

"Alright," I said. "What about you Becky?" I turned to look at her, but she was already gone. "Ok then... Guess I'm eating by myself."

I headed towards the cafeteria, and once again, found myself waiting in a very long line. 'It's like Disneyland, but without the fun rides,' I thought to myself as I stood there.

"Boo," someone said behind me as they poked me in the back.

"What the..." I said, turning around. It was Amy. "Oh, hey."

"Hey yourself," she said. "My brother find you this morning?"

"Yeah," I said. "And he's now in the class as well, which is interesting since it was already full."

"That's Andy for ya," she said as she sat on the rail I was leaning against. "Can I ask you a question?"

If it's will I sleep with you, yes, I thought. "Sure," I said.

"Jake," She said. "What do you know about him?"

"I don't know," I said. "I just met him yesterday. Why?"

"Well," Amy said. "He asked me out last night. I told him I'd think about it. I mean, he seems nice and all... I just don't know if I'm ready to start dating in college. I always told myself I'd get settled in here first, make sure I can handle my work load and a social life before I even thought about dating anyone. But then, he asks me out, and now I'm wondering if it's stupid for me to wait. What do you think?"

"Me?" I said. I started thinking about telling her that she should wait. Hell, she should swear off men all together till she's ready to start dating. Then when she is, to call me. Instead, I told her, "Only you can really answer that question. Which, if you're having doubts about waiting, then it seems like you already have."

Amy nodded her had as she thought over what I said. "You're right," she said. "Thanks Marc."

"Don't mention it," I said.

"And as a thank you," she said. "I'm buying you breakfast."

As Amy and I finally made it inside, she got a call from her brother who had just finished getting all his classes and was waiting outside. Amy bought breakfast for all three of us, and we sat down outside under a tree and ate.

I had two other classes that day, and it turned out that my first teacher was right. They were over as quick as they started, and I found myself with a lot of extra free time that day, which I spent in my room.

I was in the middle of a chapter of one of my text books when there was a knock at the door.

"Yeah," I said as I continued to read. The door opened and Becky peaked her head in.

"Hey," she said as I looked up from my book. "Oh, are you busy? I could come back."

"No, no, no," I said as I marked my place and set the book down. "Come on in."

Becky came in and I sat up and made room for her so she could sit down. "What's up?" I asked.

"Not much," she said. "I was just wondering, since you're the only person here that I kind of know, aside from my roommate who is currently fucking some guy she just met downstairs at the vending machine. Which, interesting side note. Emo/goth chicks are apparently huge sluts that will fuck anyone and not care if anyone else is in the room at the time."

"I wish I had known that in high school," I joked.

"Anyways," she continued, "since you're the only person here that I know and I have nothing to do, I was kind of wondering if you wanted go get some coffee or something."

I was a little shocked by this, but at the same time, I wasn't. I was quickly learning that college wasn't anything like high school. I wasn't looked down on because I was smart or was into geeky things. 

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, yeah, sure.... When?"

"Now," she said.

"Sure," I said, nodding my head. "Yeah, sure. Now is good. Now is very good."

We sat there for a moment, and Becky seemed like she was waiting for something. I knew I should do something, but my brain was still kind having trouble processing the fact that a girl wanted to go out for coffee with me at that very moment.

"So, we should get going," Becky finally said.

"Yeah," I said as my brain finally kicked in. "Of course."

We stood up and I grabbed my keys and wallet before we left the room. Becky and I headed downstairs and were about to walk outside when Amy and Jake came walking inside. Both of them looking upset and both of them covered in what looked like spaghetti sauce.

"Hey Jake, what happened to..." I started to ask.

"Not now," he said, sounding kind of pissed off.

"You know him?" Becky asked as we watched the two of them head up stairs.

"Yeah," I said. "That's my roommate, and she's Andy's sister."

"Oh," Becky said.

"Look," I said, turning to her and regretting what I was about to do. "I got to see what happened and make sure everything is ok. You know, try and keep the peace with the person I have to share a room with."

Becky nodded and gave a weak smile. "I understand."

"Rain check on the coffee?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. I could tell by her tone that she was kind of hurt that she and I wouldn't be going out, but that she also knew it was something I had to do.

"Thanks," I said and ran upstairs. Just as I was about to enter my room, Jake came out wearing a pair of shorts and carrying a towel and a bottle of shampoo.

"So, gonna tell me what happened?" I asked as we headed towards the showers.

"What happened," said Jake, "was probably the worst date I will ever have."

We went into the showers and I stood outside the curtain of the stall Jake was in. "Come on," I said. "It couldn't have been that bad."

"Wanna bet," I heard Jake say. "I had just gotten out of my last class for today when I ran into Amy. She told me that she made up her mind and wanted to go out and get something to eat with me. So, I dropped my stuff off at our room and she and I went to the Macaroni Grill down the street."

"I love that place," I said. "Did they put the olive oil on a plate with fresh cracked black pepper for you to dip bread in."

"Yeah," Jake said. "That was pretty good... Anyways, the whole time we sat there in silence. Every time I tried to say something, my mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything. All I pretty much did was drink one soda after another since they carded me and wouldn't serve me a beer. In a god damn college town where every single place ignores the age limit on drinking, and I have to pick the one place that actually abides by it."

"So, you couldn't drink," I said. "That's not that big of a deal."

"Just wait," Jake said. "While we're waiting for our food, I must have drank about ten sodas. Which then led to me having to take a piss really badly. So, I excuse myself so I could go. At the very moment that I get up, the waiter walks up with our food on a tray."

"Oh no," I said.

"Oh yes," he said. "I knocked right into the guy and two bowls of pasta come raining down on us."

I couldn't help it when I started to laugh.

"Yeah, yeah," Jake said. "Laugh it up. Anyways, after that, she said she wanted to leave and just forget about the whole thing."

Jake finished with his shower and reached his hand out for his towel, which I handed to him.

"And what really sucks," Jake said as he came out of the shower stall a moment later, zipping up his pants. "During that last class, this cute little blond girl I was sitting next to was seriously flirting with me the whole time and then asked me out when class was over. And I told her no, because I was sort of interested in someone else. Now I can't go up to her and ask her out because she'll feel like I'm only going out with her because the other thing didn't work out and I settled for her."

"That sucks," I said, still chuckling a little.

"So," said Jake as we walked back to our room. "Aside the from me looking like Kool-Aid Man tonight, how were things with you?"

"Not bad," I said. "I met this girl Becky. Real cool. We sort of ran into each other this morning when I was heading to class, which turns out, we have the same class. She came by tonight and asked me out for coffee."

"And?" Jake asked as we entered our room.

"I was just leaving with her when you came back," I said. "So, I told her we'd have to do it another time because I wanted to make sure everything was okay with you."

"You idiot," Jake said. "Just because I fucked up tonight doesn't mean that you had to as well."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "She told me she understood and that it wouldn't be a problem."

"Of course she said that," he said. "She's not going to tell you off for leaving her for a friend before the first date even happens, if it even happens at all now."

"Dude," I said. "We just met each other today. She only asked me out for coffee because her roommate was in their room fucking some guy she just met. That's all. Plus, it really wasn't even a date. It was just coffee."

"Sure," Jake said as he laid down on his bed. "Just wait. You'll see..."

To Be Continued... 



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 03



'Damn it Jake,' I thought when I dropped off my books between classes on Thursday afternoon. Today was the first time I had seen Becky since we were about to grab some coffee, but I ended up asking for rain check because Jake and Amy had a pretty bad date which ended with both of them covered in marinara sauce. Jake had told me that I was an idiot for blowing Becky off to find out what happened, and turns out that he had been right.

"Hey Becky," I said when I sat down next to her in class.

"Hey," she said, not bothering to look up from the book she was reading.

"So," I said after a moment. "I was wondering if you wanted to go and get that coffee later."

"Can't," she said. "I'm busy."

"Oh, ok," I said. "Maybe some other time."

"Doubtful," she said, closing her book and putting it away as the teacher walked into the room. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to be busy then as well."

"I told you so," Jake said later that night as he and I headed down to the cafeteria for something to eat.

"How the hell was I supposed to know," I said.

"Signals," Jake said. "Women always give out signals."

"And just what exactly was the signal Amy gave you to dump pasta all over her?" I asked.

"Not cool," Jake said, and I could help but laugh. We got in the small line of other students who were hungry, and grabbed ourselves a couple burgers, small bags of chips, and sodas. After paying, we went and sat outside to eat. Being September, it was still warm enough at night to be able to.

"What the hell do I do now?" I asked with a mouthful of what tasted like microwave rubber covered in grease. Still, it was cheep and I could afford it. I really didn't want to blow through the monthly allowance my parents gave me and have to call them for more. It had taken me almost an hour to convince my mom that I was actually at college when I talked to her the day before, and not just out of the house for the day.

"I don't know if there's anything you can do," Jake said. "I guess the best thing is to try and be friends with her and hope that she forgives you."

That was easier said than done. Over the next two weeks, every time I saw her and tried to talk to her, she either ignored me or told me she was busy before running off. Jake wasn't any help since he rarely seemed to be around, and Andy... He knew even less about women than I did. Finally, after the third week, I had had enough.

I went to her room and knocked on the door. When it opened, I was greeted by a girl with jet black hair, black eye liner, black lipstick, and wearing all black clothes.

"Hey, is Becky here?" I asked.

"Who cares," the girl said as she looked me up and down, licking her lips. "If you're not busy, you want to come in and fool around?"

"That's okay," I said. "If you see Becky, just let her know that Marc came by and said that once again, I'm sorry. I had no fucking idea that we were going out on a date. I thought it was just coffee. She never said it was a date, and I'm a fucking idiot when it comes to signals so I had no clue. If I could go back and change what happened, I would. But I can't. So she can either accept that I'm an idiot when it comes to women and forgive me, or she can go on acting the way she is and lose a really good friend in the process."

The girl stared at me for a moment before saying, "Yeah, you're gonna have to write that down. I smoked this really good weed, and there is no way I can memorize something like that."

"Never mind," I said. "I'll tell her myself."

"Whatever," the girl said, closing the door. I turned around and was about to head back to my room when I saw Becky standing there.

"Becky," I said, a little surprised to see her there. "How long have you been..."

"I heard everything," she said.

"So did we," said the two girls who lived in the room across the hall. Their door had been open the whole time.

"Look," I started to say.

"No," Becky said. "Let me say something. Yes, I was kind of hurt and upset when you ditched me that night. But you're right. I never did say it was date, though I did drop a lot of hints and I guess I thought you had picked up on that since you agreed to go out with me."

"Honestly," I said. "I really didn't know. I thought you wanted to go out as just friends, and I had hoped that maybe I could get to know you better and maybe we'd click or something and then go out on a real date."

"Really?" she asked, smiling a little.

"Yeah," I said. "Call me old fashioned, but I kind of like the whole slow romance kind of thing. I spent eighteen years watching my parents in a loveless marriage, and I swore to myself that no mater what, I would never be like that when it comes to women. Be it a relationship, or even just going out on one date."

Becky was quiet as we stared at each other.

"Just kiss him already," one of the girls in the room across the hall said, causing Becky and me to laugh.

"So," I said. "How about we go get a cup of coffee and get to know each other a little better?"

"I'd like that," she said. "Let me just put my bag in my room."

"Okay," I said. Becky went into her room, dropped her bag on her bed, and she and I went out for coffee. We ended up getting a cup at a small cart outside the campus library, which turned out to be surprisingly good. She and I sat down at a table and talked for almost three hours. She told me about her family, and I about mine.

"You're pulling my leg," she said and I shook my head. "No ones parents can be that inattentive."

"I know it sounds like bullshit," I said, "but it's all true. Next time you see Andy, ask him. He's witnessed it firsthand."

"Damn," she said. "I can't imagine growing up with parents like that."

"I learned to deal with and accept it," I said, drinking the last bit of my now cold coffee.

"So," Becky said. "Obvious subject change to brighten the mood. That book you were telling me about. The Walking Dead."

"What about it?" I asked.

"You said I could borrow it."

"Yeah."

Becky looked at me for a moment. "Oh," I said. "You wanna borrow it now?"

"Sure," she said. "It's Friday, and I only have a small reading assignment for the weekend, which I can finish in about thirty minutes, so why not. Give me something else to do, and for us to talk about."

"Alright," I said. We got up, tossed our cups into the trash, and headed back to the dorms.

"Just give me a second," I said as I opened the door. "It's somewhere in the pile of books I, OH MY GOD."

As I looked into the room, there was a blond girl on top of Jake, fucking him. She gasped when I said that, and rolled off my roommate as Jake pulled the covers up over them.

"Hey guys," Jake said, nervously when he saw me and Becky looking at them. "I didn't know you'd be back this soon."

"I came to get a book for her to borrow," I said, arching an eyebrow. The girl looked familiar to me.

"Hi," she said, blushing a few dozen different shades of red.

"Marc, this is Lisa," Jake said. "Lisa, this is my roommate."

"Yeah, we met before," she said.

"We did?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "First day of classes. We were waiting in line for the showers."

That's why she looked familiar to me.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't recognize you with the..." I waved my hand around a bit. "You know, all the nakedness."

I guess I should go back and explain just how the two of them met and hooked up, as Jake told it to me later that night.

Turns out the cute little blond that had been flirting with him before he went out with Amy was actually Lisa. And after his disastrous date, he figured he didn't have a chance with her. The next time they had class together, she asked him about his date and he told her. She thought it was funny and told him it was a sign that he should've gone out with her instead. Feeling bold, Jake asked her, and she agreed on the condition that he try not to spill any food on her. They spent the next few minutes laughing about it.

A couple days later, they went out and had a great time. Since then, they had been going out a lot and spending quite a bit of time together. That explained why he barely seemed to be around. He was with Lisa. Then, a couple nights ago when I was at the library working on a paper, he and Lisa took that next step in their relationship. She had even spent the night. I must have been more tired than I though when I got back that night, because I had no idea, and she had left before I woke up.

Since then, they had been trying to find some alone time to be together, and when I quickly texted Jake while Becky dropped her bag in her room to let him know what was up, they took advantage of it. Time got away from them, and the next thing they knew... Well, you already know what happened next.

"Wow," I said the next morning as Jake and I got breakfast. "So it's that serious between you two?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "It's weird. When I left to come to college, I expected to have a few hook ups. A few bouts of random sex. Definitely at least one drunk and questionable one night stand that I'd look back on and wonder just what the hell was I thinking."

"Oh, of course," I jokingly said.

"But this," Jake continued. "I don't know... I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her."

"While I'm glad to hear that," I said. "I need you to do me a favor."

"What?" Jake asked.

"Next time you guys go at it," I said. "Lock the door."



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 04



As the end of October came, things were going pretty good. Hell, better than good. They were great. Becky and I had gone out on a few dozen dates, but were taking things real slow. Which meant that we hadn't even kissed yet. Meanwhile, I spent a lot of time locked out of my room because Jake and Lisa were going at it like rabbits after being dosed with some super powered sex drug.

But I wasn't bitter or jealous of them. Becky and I were getting along great. She and I were connecting on a level I never knew existed. Granted, the only other relationship I had was the five and a half months I had with my ex in high school. That still didn't change the way I felt when I was with Becky.

"ARGH," Becky said one night while we were working in my room. I was writing a paper for one of my classes while she was studying for an upcoming test she had.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, slamming her astronomy book closed. "Just getting a bit of a brain overload from all this studying."

"Aw, my poor baby," I said, to which she grabbed my pillow and hit me with it. "Hey."

"Serves you right," she said with a little smile. God, I loved that smile.

"Sit down there," I said, pointing at the floor. She eyed me for a moment, and then moved down to the floor. "Turn around and lean back against the bed." She did. I then sat behind her on the bed and started to rub the side of her head with a couple fingers in small circles.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Trying to help your headache," I said. "Just relax."

I felt Becky relax a little, but not all the way. I continued to rub her head to alleviate her headache, and after a few minutes, she was sighing in content.

"Oh, that feels so much better," she said. "Marc, can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything," I said.

"Anything?" she questioned.

I thought for a moment on that. "Well,' I said after nearly a minute of silence. "Almost anything."

"Can you rub my neck and shoulders," Becky said. "I'm feeling kind of tense."

Slowly, I moved my hands down from the sides of her head and onto her shoulders. As I worked out the tension in her shoulder and neck muscles, Becky let out little moans as she really started to relax.

"God, your hands are like magic," Becky purred.

I really didn't know what to say to that. So I didn't say anything and just smiled to myself as I continued. This went on for another fifteen minutes when Jake and Lisa came in, talking and laughing. Becky quickly jumped up and sat down on the bed next to me.

"Okay," Lisa said. "I saw that. What were you two up to in here?" She had said it in a way that made me think of two kids getting caught by one of their parents.

"Nothing," Becky quickly answered. "I... I got to go. See you tomorrow Marc." She grabbed her books and ran out of the room.

"That was weird," Jake said as he and Lisa sat on her bed, entwining their legs together and her resting her head on his shoulder.

"We didn't interrupt anything special, did we?" Lisa asked.

"No," I said. "She just had a headache and was a bit stressed from studying, so I gave her a little neck massage to help her relax."

"Oh," Jake said.

"Yeah," said Lisa. "For a moment there I thought we walked in on you about to get a blowjob or something."

"Nope," I said. "Nothing like that. Just a neck rub."

"So you guys still haven't done it yet," Jake said.

"We're not in any rush," I said.

"Wow," Lisa said. "I'm kind of surprised... Jake and I only made it two dates before we started fucking."

"Speaking of which," Jake said. "We need the room for about... Oh, say... Three hours."

"Three hours?" I said, a little shocked.

"What can I say," Jake said. 

"My baby's the energizer bunny," Lisa said with a smile. "He just keeps going, and going, and going..."

"Yeah, I get it," I interrupted. I grabbed my books and stuffed them into my bag. "I'll be at the library working on my paper." I got up and started to leave, when I stopped and added, "Don't do it on my bed."

I left the room, closing the door behind me and headed towards the library. I was barely two steps away when I heard Lisa giggle and squeal with delight.

As I walked to the library, I starting to think about me and Becky. I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on with this whole taking things slow idea. Granted, we had bother suggested and agreed to it. But with my raging hormones, and how beautiful and awesome Becky was, I just wanted to grab her and kiss her with all my soul every time I saw her. If it wasn't for giving myself a 'gentleman's handshake' every morning in the shower, I would go insane.

Things didn't get any easier. The college had a fair on Halloween night, complete with games and cheesy mazes with people trying to scare you, but come off funny in that sad kind of way. And since it was Halloween, pretty much everyone was going to dress up.

I was trying to find the fake beard for my costume in the huge mess of my stuff, but couldn't find it. I seriously needed to clean up my side of the room.

"Relax," Jake said. He and Lisa were sitting on his bed together, entwined as usual. The two of them dressed like twins. I honestly wasn't sure if it was a costume or just them being a weird couple. "It's no big deal if you can't find it."

"Yes it is," I said. "I'm going as the Dude, and the Dude has a freaking beard. Without the beard, I just look like I'm walking around in my bathrobe all night."

There was a knock at the door before it opened.

"You guys ready?" Becky asked as she walked. My jaw hit the floor and my eyes bugged out of my head like a Tex Avery cartoon character. Becky was wearing a schoolgirl outfit with a very short skirt and a blouse tied off just under her breasts, which were covered by a very bright pink bra. Her brunette hair was tied into pigtails, complete with ribbons. White knee high socks covered her shapely legs and a pair of classic black converse. The whole thing made me forget about the beard I was looking for and sent every drop of blood in my body to my cock.

"I take it you like my costume," Becky said to my reaction. My mouth felt really dry and I had lost the ability to speak, so I just nodded my head.

"Wow," Lisa said. "You look..."

"Smokin' hot," said Jake and Lisa nodded in agreement.

"Thanks," Becky said as she blushed. "This is the first time I've dressed like this for Halloween. Going to catholic school all my life, they didn't let us celebrate it at school, and my parents were a little on the strict side. If they knew I used my old school uniform for this costume, they would freak."

My shaft throbbed as she said that. I was dating a catholic schoolgirl. There were letters in Penthouse that started this way.

"So... She we get going?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah," I said as I stood up. "I don't think I'm gonna be finding that beard anytime soon." 

Jake and Lisa got up from the bed, and Jake picked something up from where he had been sitting. "You mean this beard?" He asked, holding it up.

I nodded as he handed it to me and I put it on.

"Ahhh, the Dude," Becky said. "For a moment there I thought you were going as a bum or something."

The four of us left the room and walked down the hall. Pretty much everyone was dressed up. Music was blaring from a few different rooms. Some kids were running around with drinks in hand. As we walked outside, someone wearing an old ladies dress and gray wig came running up to us with a plastic butcher knife and screaming.

"Hey Andy," we all said nonchalantly.

"Damn it," Andy said. "How did you know it was me in this costume?"

"What costume?" Jake asked, smiling a little as he said it, causing Lisa to chuckle.

"Ha, ha," Andy said. "So, where are we going?"

"The fair," I said.

"Sweet," said Andy. "Now, if my sister would hurry the fuck up, we can get going."

"Amy's coming?" asked Jake.

"Of course," Andy said.

Jake nervously looked at me and I shrugged. I knew he was a little worried since he had gone out with her once before, and now she'd be hanging out with us and his girlfriend. But what could we do. We couldn't tell Andy that she shouldn't come, and we couldn't ditch Andy either. He might have been a weird kid, but he was cool in his own way.

"There she is," Andy said. We all looked over and saw Amy walking towards us. She was dressed like she normally dressed.

"What, no costume?" Becky asked.

"I am," Amy said. "I'm dressed like a homicidal maniac... They look just like everyone else." We all stared at her for a moment. "Just kidding," she said. "With my classes and assignments, I didn't have time to get a costume."

"Ahhh," we all said. The six of us headed towards the large football field were the fair was taking place. As we walked across campus, it was like one huge party. Music was blaring from almost every direction. A group of guys rode past us on bicycles and threw paint filled water balloons at another group of people as they screamed "DELTA IOTA KAPA RULES!"

"D.I.K.'s," Jake and I said at the same time, and we all laughed. Well, at least their name fit their personality.

Finally, we reached the football field. We all played a few of the games they had set up. Jake won Lisa a stuffed pumpkin plush and Becky won me a skeleton keychain after I failed miserably to win her something. Afterwards, we went through a haunted house maze. We all laughed at the sad attempts they used to scare us. Well, all of us except Becky. She screamed so loud when a fake dead body dropped down near us I thought I would never be able to hear again out of my right ear.

After the maze, Andy had to run off because of something he needed to do, while the rest of us head towards the ferris wheel. Jake and Lisa sat together. Becky and I sat together. And Amy sat by herself as though she were a fifth wheel.

"Having fun?" I asked Becky as we started moving backwards and up.

"Yeah," she said with a smile and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm glad you liked my costume."

"How could I not," I said. "You look hot in it. Then again, if you had dressed up like an Eskimo, you'd still look hot."

Becky was silent for a moment. "Marc," she said after a couple minutes. "I know this hasn't been easy for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know," she said, lifting her head and looking at me. "The whole waiting thing."

"No," I said. "No, no. It's cool."

"Come on," she said in a knowing way.

"Well, alright," I said. "It's been a little difficult for me. I mean... I like you so much, and sometimes I look at you and it takes all of my will not to grab you and kiss you so passionately that you pass out from pleasure."

"That's some boast," Becky said.

"Yeah, I don't know if I can deliver on that," I said. "But you know what I mean."

"I do," she said. "And I want that as well. And other things to. But every time I start to think about it, I start thinking about what was told to me in school and by my parents about how we shouldn't do those things till marriage."

"Look," I said. "I understand completely. And believe me when I say that I care a lot about you. Yes, I do want us to have sex one day... But only when you're ready."

"OHMYGOD, YES, OF COURSE I WILL!" Lisa happily screamed from the chair below Becky and I.

"You think they're about to do it here on the ferris wheel?" Becky asked as she put her head back on my shoulder.

"If not, I'll be very surprised," I said as I put my arm around her. The ferris wheel stopped so people could get on and off. We went round and around a few times. Eventually, the ferris wheel stopped with Becky and I at the very top. The view was amazing.

I felt Becky lift her head up. I turned my head and looked at her. There was something different in her eyes. A kind of longing I hadn't seen before. Slowly, she leaned in towards me. As if on auto-pilot, I moved my head towards her. Our lips gently brushed each others, as if afraid to make that final step. Then it happened. The ferris wheel started to move again, and our lips connected. Becky thrust her tongue out and into my mouth where it met mine.

"About damn time," Jake shouted from above us. Becky and I pulled apart from our kiss and looked up at them, laughing a little. He was right. But it was totally worth waiting for.

Oh, and for those wondering, she did get a little lightheaded from the kiss... Close enough.



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 05



As November rolled by, the nights grew colder. It was the day before Thanksgiving break, and Becky and I were on the roof of the dorm building and looking up at the stars. Since Becky was majoring in astronomy, she pointed out all the constellations to me. Well, at least she started to. We managed to make it through three of them before our star gazing turned into another make out session.

It was how we pretty much spent all our nights together. She and I would sit on my bed, studying or working on our assignments. Then when we were finished, we'd cuddle up and kiss for hours with the occasional dry hump added in when she got super excited. The first time she suddenly did this, I damn near came in my pants as her pelvis grinded against my hip.

We still hadn't moved on beyond the kissing, but I didn't care. When I held Becky in my arms, the world felt perfect to me. Like nothing bad could get me down.

"We should go inside," Becky said as she shivered a little. It was really starting to get cold now, so I agreed. We gathered up our blankets and made our way back down to my room.

"So," Becky said as we sat on my bed. "Any plans for Thanksgiving?"

"I'm staying here," I told her. "No real point in going back home. I don't have enough money to fly, and the drive is so long, I'd get there, eat, and then have to drive right back. What about you?"

"Haven't decided yet," she said. "My parents sent me a ticket, but I'm not sure if I want to go or not. What about Jake?"

"He's going home," I said. "He only lives a few hours away. Plus, he's taking Lisa to meet his parents."

"So... You'll have the room to yourself for a few days?"

"Looks that way," I said. "Why?"

"No reason," Becky said. "I... Uh... I should get going. I have to be up early to take care of some things. But we'll hang out when I get back."

"Awesome," I said. She leaned over and kissed me before standing up and leaving the room.

The next day, I was woken up early as Jake was getting ready to leave.

"Shit, man," he said when I grunted as I sat up. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't worry about it," I said as I stretched and scratched my head. "I should probably get up anyways. What time is it?"

"A few minutes to five," Jake said.

"Fuck that, I'm going back to sleep," I said and fell back onto my pillow as Jake chuckled.

"See you in a few days," I heard Jake say just as I fell back to sleep.

"WAKE UP!" someone shouted, causing me to jump up and fall out of bed. I hit the floor with a thud.

"What the fuck?!" I said as I pulled my blanket off my head and saw Andy and Amy standing there, laughing. The room was brightly lit since the blinds had been opened, letting the sun shine in. I looked at both of them, ready to kill for the sudden and startling wake up they had given me.

Amy shook her head and pointed to Andy while still laughing a little.

"You're dead," I said with a little laugh as I jumped up and chased him out into the hall. A few people who were walking by starting laughing, reminding me that I was only wearing my boxers.

"Morning," I said to them, slightly embarrassed, as I stood there and watched as Andy kept running. I turned and went back into my room to find Amy sitting on Jake's bed, smiling and shaking her head.

"I'd be careful," I said as I put on a pair of shorts. "Jake hasn't changed those sheets in a week."

"So?" Amy said.

"He and Lisa fucked in that bed two days ago," I said, causing her to jump off the bed and then sit on mine as she said, "I'll sit on the one that hasn't seen any action."

"Yeah, well," I said. "I think they fucked on my bed a few times as well, based on the wet spot I found."

Amy got up from my bed and started to lean against the dresser, then stopped and looked questioningly at me.

"Yeah, I have no idea," I said. She let out a little sigh of relief and leaned against the dresser.

"So what brings you here this morning?" I asked as I grabbed a shirt and put it on.

"Well," Amy said. "First of all, it's almost noon."

I looked at the clock next to my bed and saw that she was right.

"And second," she continued. "Andy and I are staying here during break. We really don't want to go home and deal with our parents fusing over us and getting all worried over anything we tell them. Especially Andy. Mom is totally going to try and baby him. She still thinks he should've done his last year of high school instead of skipping a grade and coming here. But with the offers he had, it would be stupid to turn them down."

"Yeah, just what is he majoring in?" I asked. "He's taking all these classes in different subjects, and some of them don't even match any known curriculum."

"He's..." Amy thought for a moment. "Actually, I really don't know. He's been really quiet about his work and his classes since we got here. All I know is that some foundation is paying for his education, and he has a job there waiting for him as soon as he finishes."

"Oh," I said.

"Anyways," Amy went on. "As I was saying, since Andy and I are staying here for break, we figured we'd see what you were up to."

"Not much," I said. "I'm staying as well. Too much of a hassle to go back home."

"Cool," Amy said. "Then you can join us."

"For what?" I asked.

"Andy and I are doing our own little Thanksgiving dinner," she said. "But instead of going through all the trouble of cooking, we're eating as much junk food as we can stomach. We're gonna start with IHOP for a late breakfast and then ordering a bunch of Chinese food that night while playing some Call of Duty."

"Sweet," I said as my cell phone started to ring. I hadn't played any video games since I left home and was looking forward to getting my frag on. "Count me in... Hello?"

"Hey," Becky said. "About time you answered?"

"Sorry," I said. "I kind of overslept this morning."

"Kind of?" Becky said with a little laugh. God, I loved that laugh. "Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I'm staying for the break."

"That's great," I said. "You can join us then."

"Us?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Amy and Andy invited me to join them for the day, so now you can come to and all of us can hang out together."

"Oh," Becky said, sounding a little crestfallen. "I was kind of... No, yeah. That's cool. We can totally hang out with them a bit. But was a hoping for a little alone time for us."

"Alone time," I said and Amy raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah," Becky said. "You know. Just you and me."

"We can do that to," I said.

"Good," Becky said. "Because there's something I need to tell you... When we're alone."

"How about now?" I asked. "I'm alone now. Why don't you come over?" I motioned for Amy to leave the room. She just smiled to herself as she left.

"I can't now," Becky said. "I'm not even on campus right now. I'm doing a little shopping."

"How about tonight then?" I asked.

"Tonight would be great," she said. "Do you think we can go out to dinner tonight?"

"Sure," I said. "Where do you want to go?"

"There's a place I heard of that's about a twenty minute drive away," she said.

"Sounds good," I said. "I'll pick you up around five?"

"Make it five thirty," she said. "I need to make sure I'm ready before we go, and with how long it's taking me to get my shopping done, it's going to be after four before I get back."

"Cool," I said. "See you at five thirty."

"I love you," Becky said.

"I love you too," I said and we both hung up.

"Marc and Becky, sitting in a tree," I heard Andy and Amy say from my doorway. "K.I.S.S.I.N.G."

"How long have you two been there?" I asked.

"Long enough," Amy said.

"So," Andy said with a grin. "Looks like you and Becky got a big night planned."

"It's just dinner," I said.

"Just dinner, he says," said Amy. "Boy, you really don't know anything when it comes to women, do you."

"Oh, and you're an expert when it comes to anything lady like," I said.

Amy burped at that moment in a timing that couldn't have been better if it was planned. "Fuck you," she said, causing me and Andy to laugh. And soon, Amy joined us, laughing as well.

"Yeah," she said as we got ourselves under control. "I guess I still have a bit of tomboy in me."

"A bit?" Andy said. "At the prom, you broke your dates nose."

"Not my fault," she said in defense. "I told him plenty of times that he and I were only going as friends and that nothing would happen. It's his own fault that he tried to pass that line when he repeatedly tried to grab my ass."

I couldn't fault her there.

"Anyways," Amy said after a moment, "The reason we came by is because I was hoping you could let me borrow your car."

"Yeah," I said.

"Really?"

"No."

"Ass," Amy said.

"What do you need my car for?"

"I need to go out to an art supply store," she said. "The one here on campus sucks and doesn't have some of the things I need. Plus, the place I want to go is a lot cheaper."

"Well," I said. "I'm not going to let you borrow my car. Nothing against you, I just don't like letting other people drive it."

"I understand," Amy said. "I guess we can just take the bus or something."

"No you're not," I said. "I told you I wouldn't let you borrow my car. I never said I wouldn't dive you guys down there."

"Seriously?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I got the day free till tonight. Might as well kill some time instead of sitting here and reading."

"Thanks," Amy said.

"Don't thank me yet," I said as I stood up and grabbed my wallet and keys. "You're paying me back for gas."

"No problem," she said.

"And if we pass a Carl's Jr., you're buying me lunch. I got a serious craving for a western bacon cheeseburger."

"Oh, that does sound good," Andy said.

Amy sighed and said, "Fine. Can we go now?"

"Yeah," I said. "Head on down to the car, I'll be there in a minute. I got to pee real quick."

Amy and Andy headed downstairs while I got dressed and then went into the bathroom to empty my bladder. After I finished, I joined them at my car, unlocked the doors and we all got in.

"Where to?" I asked as I pulled out of the campus parking lot. Amy gave me directions and it took almost an hour to get there.

"You couldn't have found a place closer?" I asked as I parked the car.

"I told you," she said. "This place has good deals. And what are you bitching about. I'm paying you back for the gas."

"Yeah, okay," I said and looked back at Andy, who was out cold.

"He does that a lot recently," Amy said. "He's been working such long hours on his assignments and some project, so he passes out whenever he has more then ten minutes of downtime."

"Should we wake him?" I asked.

"Nah," said Amy. "Let him sleep."

The two of us got out of the car. I cracked the window a little and locked the door before Amy and I went inside the art supply store. Once inside, I realized it wasn't a store. It was like a warehouse that had anything and everything that an artist could want or need. Now I understood why Amy wanted to come all the way out here.

We walked the aisles, pushing a large cart in front of us as Amy picked out the stuff she needed. I ended up having to help her with a large roll of canvas, and wondered if I would be able to fit it in the trunk of my car.

It was almost an hour and a half before we were done, paid for everything, and loading it into the car.

"Ugh," Andy said sleepily as he woke up when Amy tossed a bag full of tubes of oil paints into his lap.

"Sorry little bro," she said as I managed to get the canvas roll into the trunk, but just barely. And the rear of my car was dropped pretty low from the weight.

"Thanks for driving me down here today," Amy said and gave me a hug. A second later, there was the sound of tires squealing and someone honking her horn and shouting. Amy and I turned to look to see what was going on.

"Some people shouldn't be allowed to drive," I said as I watched the car that had sped out of the parking lot and into the street run a red light.

"Seriously," Amy said. We got into the car and started on the drive back to campus. When we got back, Andy and I helped Amy carry all her stuff up to her room. As Andy and I set down the large roll of canvas, I noticed the room was cluttered with artwork and supplies.

"Doesn't your roommate get upset that your stuff is all over the place?" I asked.

"No," Amy said. "But that's because she left after the first month. She couldn't handle the stress of being away from home and everything, so she just packed up her stuff and was gone. Since then I've had the entire room to myself... It's nice actually. Means I can sleep in the nude again."

"Say what now?" I asked, not sure if I had heard her correctly.

"Back home I slept naked," Amy said matter-of-factly as she put her paints away. "It's quite nice actually. I had these silk sheets that felt so soft against my skin... Kind of wish I brought them with me."

I couldn't help but picture Amy naked with her bits strategically covered by a silk sheet. "And on that note," I said. "I'm gonna go take a cold shower and get ready for my date with my girlfriend."

"Bye," Amy and Andy said in unison as I left the room and headed down one floor to my own.

After I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth three times and gargled half a bottle of mouthwash, I got dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a short sleeve button down shirt. I figured I should bring a condom... Just in case. One never knows what might happen. I knew Jake had a shoebox full of them stashed under his bed, so I went to grab one.

"El Grande Gigantico?" I said reading the label. No way these were real, so I figured that they must have been some kind of novelty item. How wrong I was when I couldn't find any others. Damn. No wonder he and Lisa went at it so much. My roommate was hung like Ned Flanders.

"Oh well," I said putting the shoebox back. "If something happens, I'll make a run to the store."

Once I checked, double checked, and then tripled checked that I had everything and that I looked good for Becky, I went down the hall to her room and knocked.

A moment later the door opened and her roommate was standing there.

"Hey," I said. "Is Becky ready?"

"You got some balls on you," the girl said. "Coming here after what you did today?"

"What did I do?" I asked, confused.

"Don't play that game," she said. "How could you break her heart like that?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Damn it Marc," Becky said from inside the room. "Just go away. I don't want to see you ever again."

"Becky," I said. "What's going..."

I didn't get to finish was I was going to say because her roommate slammed the door in my face. I just stood there with a dumb look on my face as I tried to understand what the hell had just happened. After a moment, I knocked on the door again.

"Please, just go away," I heard Becky say. I could now tell from her voice that she had been crying.

"Becky," I said. "I really don't know what's going on. Please, just talk to me."

"You really should leave," a female voice said from behind me. I turned and saw it was one of the girls from the room across the hall.

"What the fuck," I said. "Why the hell is everyone so pissed at me? What the fuck did I do wrong?"

"She saw you today," the girl said.

"Saw me what?" I asked, having no idea what she was talking about.

"She saw you making out with that girl," she said.

"What girl?" I asked. "The only girl I saw today was..." Holy crap. So that's what this whole thing was about. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Well I'm glad you think it's funny," the girl said. "You broke her heart."

"Look," I said. "It's all really a misunderstanding. Honestly. The girl she saw me with was our friend, Amy. She and I never made out. She gave me a hug because I had taken the time to drive her out to an art supply store."

"Sure," she said, not believing me.

"Fine," I said. "You don't believe me, ask her brother. He was with us and sitting in the car the whole time."

I turned and headed back to my room, slamming the door before falling onto my bed. I felt like shit. Becky was mad at me for something I didn't do and refused to talk to me so I could explain. I was also really annoyed that she would think I would cheat on her.

"Fuck it," I said to myself. I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and then went up to Andy's room.

"He's not here," his roommate told me. I figured he must still be in his sister's room, so I went there.

"Quit whining you big baby," I heard Amy say as I approached her room. The door was open and when I looked in, I saw her smash her brothers face against a canvas. Andy's face was covered with paint.

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked.

"Not at all," Amy said as she continued to smash her brothers' face. "Just working on a little something. I thought you and Becky were going out tonight?"

"We were," I said. "Till I showed up to take her out."

"What happened?" Amy asked as I sat down in an old overstuffed chair in her room.

"It would seem she thinks I'm cheating on her," I said.

"That's bullshit," Amy said.

"With you."

"WHAT?!" Amy and Andy said in stereo.

"Where the hell would she get some insane idea like that?" Amy asked.

"Well," I said and told her what had been told to me.

"Okay then," Amy said, letting Andy go and wiping her hands clean on a rag. "I'll just go down there and explain to her what happened. She's a smart girl. She'll listen to me and know I'm telling the truth."

Amy left the room, tossing her rag onto a slightly empty desk with some of her art supplies. I sat there as Andy wiped the paint off his face before looking at the piece of art she had been smashing his face into.

"Why do you let her do that to you?" I asked.

"She asked me to help her," Andy said. "How the hell was I supposed to know she was going to do that. I figured she wanted me to hand her some paints or clean her brushes or some shit like that. Not to be used as a human paintbrush. Though, I do have to say, it does look good."

"True," I said as I admired Amy's work.

A few minutes later, Amy returned. "Well?" I asked, full of hope.

"She's not there," Amy said.

"What?"

"Yeah... The girl across the hall from her said her roommate took her out to quote, unquote, help her forget about that scum sucking asshat."

"I should go out and find her so I can talk to her," I said as I stood up.

"No,' Amy said. "She's hurt because of what she thinks you did. Let her blow off some steam tonight and I'll go and talk to her tomorrow morning."

"But tomorrow's Thanksgiving," Andy said with a bit of a whine. "Pancakes."

"We'll still be going," she said. "But this needs to be taken care of first."

"Thanks," I said.

That night I had a restless sleep. Every time I would start to fall asleep, I would picture Becky as she accused me of cheating on her. Seeing her beautiful face stained with tears.

By the time morning came, I had slept maybe a total of forty minutes. I wanted to go and see if I could talk to Becky before Amy did, and as I got up, there was a grunt from the floor.

"Watch it," the floor said. Looking down I saw Andy lying there with a pillow under his head.

"What are you doing there?" I asked.

"I'm on guard duty," Andy said. "Sis sent me to make sure you don't do anything stupid like going to talk to Becky while she does."

"I appreciate that, but this is..."

"She also said that if you try, I have full permission to give you a man check," Andy said, ignoring what I was about to say.

"You wouldn't," I said defiantly, and in response, Andy cracked his knuckles and said, "Try me."

I let out a deep sigh and fell back into bed.

"Don't worry man," Andy said. "If I know my sister, she'll clear everything up and then we can go and get pancakes."




The Four Years: Year One Ch. 05



Andy got up and then crashed on Jake's bed. I got up and started to head towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Andy.

"Mind if I take a piss," I said, a little agitated that I had to ask permission.

"Be my guest," Andy said.

I made my way down the hall towards the bathroom where I emptied my bladder. After I washed my hands and started to walk back to my room, I debated on if I should just go and talk to Becky when Amy came walking up.

"Well?" I asked, hoping that everything would be okay between me and Becky now.

"Yeah, I think I made it worse," she said.

"What did you do?" I asked, wondering just how bad things would now be. Amy went into my room and I followed her.

"Ok," she said, closing my door. "First, let me say I had no intention of things going the way they did."

"What did you do?" I asked firmly as Andy sat up on Jake's bed.

"She should've known better than to say what she did to me," Amy said.

"What... The fuck... Did you do?" I said.

"Well... I went down there this morning to talk to her to let her know that what she saw wasn't what happened. You and I are friends and nothing more, and that's only because you and Andy are friends. When I got to her room, she tried to slam the door in my face, but I was prepared for that, and used my foot to keep it open and then pushed my way in. I tried to explain it to her when she slaps me across the face and calls me a cunt, a whore, a slut, and a few other choice words."

"Oh no," Andy said. He seemed to know exactly where this was going.

"And then?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know.

"I sort of... Knocked her on her ass when I punched her in the face," Amy said. "I'm so sorry. It's a reaction I have when people are disrespectful towards me like that. I just sort of black out for a moment and the next thing I know, I'm beating the holy crap out of them."

I groaned with my face in the palms of my hand as I fell back onto my bed.

"It's true," Andy said. "One time, in high school, this guy kept asking her out and she kept telling him no, and so he called her a cock tease, so she grabbed him by the balls and squeezed till he fell to his knees and begged for mercy. That was three years ago, and last I heard, he still couldn't get an erection."

I felt the bed shift and a hand rest on my shoulder. "I really am sorry," Amy said.

"Just... Just go," I mumbled as I pulled my blanket over me.

"Marc," Amy said and I pulled my pillow over my head.

"Alright," Andy said. "We're going." A could feel Amy reluctantly get up from my bed. "We'll bring you back some pancakes," was the last thing he said before I heard my door close.

A few hours later, I was in the same position when there was a knock at the door. I hoped that it was Becky, coming to talk to me and was about to jump out of bed and open the door when it opened.

"Hey," Andy said.

Fuck.

"I brought you some chocolate chocolate chip pancakes," he said. "They've always made me feel a little better when I have a bad day." I could hear the sound of a styrofoam container being set down on the small table/bookshelf next to my bed. "Come on man," Andy said after nearly a minute of silence. "Talk to me. You're kind of starting to worry me a bit. I've never seen you act like this before. Even when Becky wouldn't talk to you for almost a month, you were still you. Remember? Being all gung-ho and shit, saying that you'd show her that you really did like her and wanted to go out with her. And now..."

I didn't say anything to Andy because I really didn't know what to say. I was in love with Becky, and she had just tossed me aside because of something she thought happened without even talking to me about it.

"Ok," Andy said after a few minutes. "I'm gonna be in my sisters room today. You know, Call of Duty. So if you feel up to joining us, come on by. We'll probably be ordering dinner a little early... Figure four-ish, so we'll be eating around four thirty or five."

I heard the door open and then close.

A few more hours went by when there was a knock at the door, waking me up from that sleep I didn't get the night before. I didn't even remember falling asleep. I grunted, figuring it was Andy or Amy coming to check on how I was doing.

"Marc," I heard Becky say from behind the closed door. I almost fell and hit the floor, I jumped out of bed so fast. This was it. She was finally ready to sit down and talk to me so we could work this out.

I opened the door and there she was. "Hi," I said.

"I'm not here to talk," she said. "I just came by to get one of my books that I left here a few nights ago."

"Oh," I said, then stepped aside. She walked into the room and started looking around for her book.

"About what Amy did," I said, and Becky shot me a really dirty look. That's when I noticed that Becky was wearing make-up which was coving what looked to be a black eye.

Becky went back to her search and said, "That bitch is lucky I didn't call the cops on her for what she did."

"Well, you did kind of call her some unsavory names," I said.

"Because she stole you away from me," she said.

"God damn it," I said. "No she didn't. Nothing fucking happened between me and her. She and I are friends. I drove her down to an art supply store because she doesn't have a car and I don't like letting other people drive mine unless I'm in the car."

"Sure," Becky said as she searched under a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. "I know what I saw, and I saw the two of you holding each other in that parking lot, kissing like you were trying to taste her stomach."

"Oh my god," I said, wanting to rip my hair. "Where you always this fucking mental, or is this something new that you're trying out?"

"Now that's no way to talk to a lady," someone said behind me. I turned to the door and saw some guy standing there. For some reason, he looked familiar, but I couldn't place where.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Just waiting for Becky," he said with a grin. "She and I are going out tonight."

I turned to look at Becky so fast, I was sure I gave myself whiplash. "Not only have you written me off completely for something I didn't do, but less than twenty four hours later, you're going out with someone else?"

"What can I say man," the guy said. "I'm not an asshole like you."

"How about fucking off," I told him. "This is between me and her."

"I don't know about leaving her alone with someone like you," he said, still grinning.

Suddenly, it hit me where I knew this douche from.

"You're that asshole that was hitting on Jake's little sister at the vending machine the first week of school," I said.

"I simply was asking her out on a date," he said, still grinning. "Then you came along and were very rude to me."

"That's because you were being a creepy little bastard that couldn't accept no for an answer," I said, then turned to Becky and said, "And you're fucking going out with this jackass?"

"Now, now," he said. "There's no need for name calling."

"Carl is a very nice guy," Becky said. "He was there for me last night when my roommate ditched me to fuck some guy in a bathroom stall."

"She needed a shoulder to cry on, and I just happened to have one," he said. "Because unlike you, I'm a nice guy that doesn't take advantage of women when they're vulnerable and trusting."

Becky finally found her book and walked over to Carl. "I'm sorry Marc," she said. "But it's over between us. I can't be with someone who cheats on me."

The two of them left, and I slammed the door so hard that the mini-fridge fell over.

"FUCK!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I was seriously pissed at that moment. I wanted nothing more than to run out into that hallway, catch up with creepy Carl, and bash his head against the wall.

Instead, I grabbed the pancakes Andy had brought me, along with my keys and wallet, and left my room. I made my way upstairs and walked into Amy's room without even knocking.

"That bitch," I said as I slammed the door. Andy and Amy looked up at me from the game they were playing. "She's going out with some fuck head tonight. Can you believe that? First she accuses me of screwing around with you behind her back, and then she goes and hooks up with some jackass named Carl."

"Not that creepy bastard that hits on women at the vending machine?" Amy asked.

"The very same," I said.

"What a bitch," Amy said. "Now I don't feel bad for punching her."

"You should know that she's not reporting you for it," I said. "Oh, and I'm pretty sure you gave her a black eye."

The look on Amy's face told me that she was proud of herself, but didn't want to come right out and say it.

"Um, Marc," Andy said.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"I was just wondering, if you weren't going to eat those pancakes, could I have them?" he asked and I looked at the container I brought with me.

"Knock yourself out," I said, handing it to him. Andy grabbed a fork and started eating the whip cream smothered chocolate chocolate chip pancakes. I sat down on the unused bed in Amy's room and a moment later, she came over and sat next to me. Amy put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug just as I started to cry.

The anger and shock of what happened faded away and all I was left with was a pain in my chest. We stayed like that for nearly an hour while Andy tried to get me to talk as he played Call of Duty, even once or twice trying to get me to play.

As it came time for dinner, Amy ordered almost the whole menu from a small Chinese place, which was delivered forty minutes later.

"Why the hell do we keep ordering from this place?" asked Andy as he picked over a box of orange chicken. "They put slivered almonds in pretty much everything. Orange chicken isn't supposed to have fucking almonds in it."

"Just pick around them," Amy said while looking at me. I was barely eating and was currently rolling an egg roll around the paper plate in front of me. She took my hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze and gave me a reassuring smile to tell me everything would be alright. But I didn't feel like things would be alright. I felt broken, empty and alone.

As the night wore on, Amy and Andy both were playing Call of Duty online while I lie on the empty bed in Amy's room and silently cried to myself, hoping neither of them would hear me. Eventually, I ended up falling asleep, only to wake up to a dark and silent room.

I also felt like someone was in bed with me. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed that Amy was curled up next to me, her arm draped across my chest. I didn't know what to do. I was in a bed with my friend, who was also the sister of my friend. I had to get out of there and back to my own room.

As I looked down at Amy's face, I could tell she was awake and looking at me. Her eyes sparkling in the small amount of light coming through the blinds in the window. Slowly, she moved closer to me, her face inches away from my own, and then kissed me. It wasn't really much of a kiss. Just her lips lightly brushing against my own. Then she really kissed me as I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. The thing that surprised me the most was that not only was I kissing her back, but that I was also pulling her closer to me.

I wrapped my arms around her back as Amy pressed her body against my own. I could feel her stiff nipples pressed against the side of my chest, and soon she was grinding her pelvis against my hip. My left hand ran up and down her back, while my right hand reached down and cupped her ass. It was like I was on autopilot, everything I did just happened without me thinking.

Suddenly, Amy pulled away from me. "Wait," she said, a little out of breath from our kissing. I figured she was putting a stop to what we were doing, but was surprised when she pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside before leaning back into me and kissing me again. She moved her hand under my shirt and left it rest on the bare skin on my chest.

We continued like this for the next ten minutes, and with each passing second I forgot about Becky and how she had decided to treat me since yesterday. As though our relationship had meant nothing to her.

Amy once again stopped kissing me, but only long enough to pull my shirt off. Her lips once again sought my own and our tongues danced together for a moment before she moved down and started to place light kissed along my chest. Now I could feel her hard nipples graze along my stomach as she seemed to cover every inch of my chest with her lips.

As she did this, I heard the sound of a zipper descending, but it wasn't mine. Amy shifted around a bit and in what little light there was, I could see she was taking her pants off.

Oh shit, I thought. Was she going to fuck me? I started to get really nervous, and almost lost it when I felt her hands start to rub my hard cock through my jeans.

"Amy," I said in a hushed whisper as I tried to find my voice.

"Shhh," she said. "Just relax. We both need this."

Amy unzipped and unsnapped the button on my jeans before she reached in and took a hold of my cock. Any thoughts I had about how we shouldn't do this left my mind instantly as she slowly jerked my cock.

As her hand continued to move up and down my shaft, she used her other hand to slide my pants and boxers down. I lifted my hips and helped her push them down and off my legs, where she then tossed them aside.

There we were, both of us naked with her slowly masturbating me. Amy started to move and straddled my waist, holding herself just inches above me. She held my cock strait up and slowly started to lower herself down.

It was a miracle that I didn't cum the second her wet pussy made even the slightest contact with my throbbing member. Slowly she lowered herself down until I was fully inside her. A small stream of light shown through the blinds and I could see a small tuft a hair above her slit which my cock was now residing.

Words cannot describe the feeling of being inside her. The best way to describe it is that it was like a nice, warm, wet slice of heaven.

I started to feel that familiar feeling of my cum churning in my balls just before I cum when I jerk off. 

"You're close," she said. All I could do is nod my head in response since my voice no longer seemed to be working. She leaned down and started to kiss along my neck and up to my ear where she started to bite it. The slight pain that brought me made me lose focus on our joining and the need to cum left me.

After a few moments of this, Amy started to move her hips up and down on my cock. Her lips left my ear and she started to kiss me again. It wasn't long before I felt the need to cum return to me.

"Amy," I said as she started to pick up speed. "I'm... I'm..."

"Hold it," she said. "I'm almost there... I want you to cum with me."

"Oh god," I moaned as she fucked me harder and faster. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, along with the wet sounds her pussy made filled my ears along with the loud thumping of my heart.

Suddenly, the walls of Amy's pussy gripped my cock tight and she let out a long moan, which turned into a light scream of pleasure as she came. That was all I could stand, and my cock exploded in her, sending rope after rope of my cream into her body.

It was at that moment that I realized that I wasn't wearing a condom. Thoughts that I could be getting her pregnant at that very moment filled my head. I knew I should pull out, but I couldn't. Even if I tried, I don't think Amy would've let me considering how she was holding my wrists above my head, fully impaled on my cock, and her tongue trying to find out what my stomach tastes like.

After the last drops of my spunk were milked by her pussy, Amy rolled off me and rested her head on my chest as she caught her breath.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"I'll take that as a complement," Amy said as she giggled.

It wasn't how I pictured my first time. But then again... Who the fuck was I to complain. I had just gotten laid. 



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 06



I had fucked Amy. She had fucked me. In a moment of sadness for me, she made it all go away with one simple act. I didn't care about Becky anymore, realizing she had made her decision about us.

The day after, things were w bit awkward between us. At least, they were for me.

"About last night," I said to Amy when I saw her during lunch.

"What about it?" she asked and then took a bite of her hamburger.

"Um... Well... I, uh," I stammered, not really sure what I should say.

"Marc, relax," she told me. "It was just sex."

"Just sex?" I said.

"Yeah... You were all depressed about what happened with Becky, I was feeling a bit guilty because of what happened, plus a little horny, so I killed three birds with one stone. It doesn't mean anything."

"What doesn't mean anything?" Andy asked as he sat down with a tray of food.

"Nothing," I blurted out.

"Marc and I had sex last night," Amy said nonchalantly.

I expected Andy to get mad and punch me for sleeping with his sister. I was his friend, and there are rules against that sort of thing.

"Nice one," Andy said with a bit of a smile. "Pass the ketchup."

Amy handed Andy a small bottle of ketchup, which he put on his burger before taking a bite.

"Am I the only one weirded out by this whole thing?" I asked.

"Yes," Amy and Andy said together.

"Look," Andy said after a minute. "If you're worried that I'm gonna be pissed at you for it, don't. My sister is a big girl. If she wanted to get stuffed with your sausage, that's her business."

"Thank you," Amy said, then looked at me and said, "Marc... I know last night was your first time and everything. And I got to say, not bad for a beginner. But it was just sex. It doesn't mean you and I are together or anything. That's not what I'm looking for. You should be happy. Guys go their whole life without meeting a girl who wants nothing but just a little casual sex without any strings attached. You got handed one on a silver platter."

As confused as I was by the whole thing, Amy did have a point. Not only did she help me to get over Becky, but she also fucked me. I was no longer a virgin. And I was free to go out and meet someone if I wanted to.

I suddenly felt a bit of power over myself. Looking around at all the women in the cafeteria, I didn't feel as awkward as I would have before. I felt like I could go up to any of them and at least get their phone number, if not a date.

"You're right," I said.

"Of course I am," Amy said. "Just remember, that was more than likely going to be a one time thing."

"More than likely?" I asked.

"Well, yeah," she said. "Who knows what might happen in the future. If I get that itch again and you're there, I might give you a jump. Then again, I might tell you to fuck off so I can take care of it myself. It all depends on what I'm in the mood for at the time."

"Sometimes you feel like a nut," Andy sang. "Sometimes you don't," Amy joined in and then they laughed.

"Surprise," someone said as they jumped on my back, knocking me hard into the table. I turned my head and it was Lisa with Jake standing a foot away.

"When the fuck did you guys get back?" I asked as they sat down with us.

"Just now," Jake said. "We got up early and decided to come back today instead of tomorrow."

"Mostly because Jake's parents weren't comfortable with us sharing a room," Lisa said.

"I spent the last two nights on the couch by myself," Jake said.

"Speaking of fucking," Andy said. "Marc and Amy did it."

The looks on Jake and Lisa's faces were priceless.

"That's a joke, right?" Lisa said. "What happened to Becky?"

"She dumped me," I said and then told them about what had happened.

"Pay up," Lisa said. Jake begrudgingly reached into his pocket, pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Lisa. "Thank you."

"What was that about?" Amy asked.

"I bet Jake that Becky was one of those girls who's constantly paranoid that someone is going to hurt her in some way," Lisa said. "And would end up breaking up with Marc over something trivial or even made up in her head."

Lisa put her hand on my shoulder and added, "It's not your fault sweetie. She's just screwed up. If it didn't happen when it did, it would have eventually."

"And you know this how?" asked Amy.

"The signs were all there," Lisa said. "Her upbringing, mostly the fact that her dad left right before she was born. So obvious daddy issues as well as suspecting of any man she gets close to will one day abandon her."

"That's impossible," I said. "I saw a picture of her with her mom and dad."

"Step dad," said Lisa. "Number six, if I remember what she told me that day."

"How the hell did I not know about any of this?" I asked.

"Did you ever ask?" Jake said.

"She told me about her family," I said. "She never mentioned that her dad was actually her step dad, so I didn't think there was anything that I should have asked."

"Holy crap," said Amy. "Now I understand why she kept giving me that look on Halloween."

"What look?" I asked.

"Like she wanted to kick my ass," Amy said.

"Why the fuck didn't you guys ever tell me about any of this before now?"

"Would you have believed us if we did?" asked Lisa.

I thought about it for a minute before I answered, "Not really."

"Exactly," Lisa said. "You were blinded by the L and L."

"L and L?" asked Andy.

"Love and lust," said Jake. "All guys go through it during the first few months of a relationship. Especially if they haven't been laid in a long time, or even at all. Once you actually have sex with the person, then you start to see them for who they really are. Luckily, I was with someone who is just awesome."

Jake pulled Lisa to him and gave her a quick kiss on her lips.

"So," Lisa said after a moment. "Now that you two are together."

"We're not together," Amy said. "It was just sex to help him get over Becky. Like charity work... Really, really good charity work."

"For his first time?" asked Lisa and Amy nodded. "Lucky you. I remember the first guy I slept with. It was his first time as well... Wow, was it bad. Three seconds and it was over."

"It was five," Jake said. "And I thought we wouldn't talk about this to anyone."

"Oh, sweetie," Lisa said. "You're so cute when you get embarrassed. Just makes me want to take you up to your room, rip your clothes off, and make nasty monkey love to you."

"See you guys later," Jake said as he grabbed Lisa's hand and they ran off.

"Stay off my bed this time," I shouted to them as they ran out of the cafeteria.

"You know the first place they're gonna do it is on your bed, right?" asked Andy.

"Yeah, I know," I said.

That Monday, classes resumed and so did the beginning of the time leading up to midterms. The workload for each of my classes doubled, and some even tripled. I had three papers due all on the same day one week, and only had a few days to work on them. I spent most of my time in the library researching and going over all of my notes.

As for Becky, she and I didn't talk to each other anymore, which was fine with me. The one class we shared, she moved to an empty seat on the other side of the room. Then, after two weeks, she suddenly stopped coming to class. I would later find out that I wasn't the only one to have gotten lucky that night. The only difference is that while Amy was on the pill when I came in her, stopping any chance of her getting pregnant, Becky wasn't so lucky when creepy Carl unloaded his seed into her. When she found out, she told her overtly religious parents, who refused to pay her tuition anymore and demanded that she return home. And of course, when creepy Carl found out, he bolted for the hills.

I felt kind of bad for Becky, but I couldn't dwell on it because almost every free moment I had went to studying. To give you an idea how hectic everything was with our classes, Jake and Lisa barely had time for sex.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," Lisa said one evening while she and I were studying in the library while Jake was in one of his evening classes.

"Come on," I said. "I know the work load is tough, but..."

"Fuck the work load," Lisa said. "I'm talking about the lack of sex. Jake and I barely get to see each other, and honestly... Mama needs it bad."

"Needs what bad?" asked Andy as he sat down with us, a huge pile of books with him.

"Damn it man," I said, looking at the pile. It was half as tall as I was. "What the hell are you studying?"

"You don't want to know," Andy said as he grabbed the first book from the pile, which was something about advanced space/time theory.

"BTW," Andy said a moment later as he looked up from his book. "My birthday is tomorrow." He looked at his watch, "Actually, make that in twenty minutes."

"Well happy fucking birthday," I said, patting him on the back. "Finally eighteen. Old enough to buy cigarettes, vote, and get sent by the government to kill people."

"Yeah," Andy said. "Anyways, don't make any plans for tomorrow night. We're going out celebrating."

"Count me in," Lisa said. "I could really use a night off."

"Yeah," I said I was really starting to feel burned out by all the studying and assignments I had to do. One night off was sounding like paradise to me at the moment. "Where are we going?"

"Keeping it simple," Andy said. "Bowling."

"Bowling?" I said.

"Yep," said Andy. "Just the five of us. A lane. Some balls."

Lisa let out a little moan.

"And lots and lots of beer," Andy continued. "Amy found a place not far from here that doesn't bother carding college students."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

The next day I only had one class before noon. When it was over, I dropped my books off at my room to find Jake going over some of his class notes.

"What are you up to right now?" I asked.

"Trying to figure out world peace," he said without looking up. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I'm heading out to get a present for Andy's birthday tonight," I said. "You want to come?"

"Can't," Jake said as he looked up from his notes. "I have my first midterm tomorrow, and if I want to be able to go tonight, I need to spend the rest of the day studying."

"Alright," I said and then left the room.

I walked around the small shopping district near campus as I looked for something to get Andy. I stopped in a video game store and after looking around for a few minutes, picked out a couple games for him.

By the time I got back to the dorms, I had just enough time to shower and get ready before meeting everyone downstairs. I threw on a pair of jeans and an old Snoopy shirt I found at a yard sale during the summer right before coming to college. After checking myself in the mirror real quick, I grabbed my wallet, keys, and games for Andy and headed downstairs.

"PRESENTS!" Andy shouted as he saw me walk outside. He and Amy where sitting on the low wall near the front of the dorm. He jumped down and came running up to me.

"Thanks Marc," he said as I handed him the games and he looked through them. A few moments later, Jake and Lisa came walking out. Lisa had a little gift bag in her hands, and Andy happily took it from her.

"Holy crap, it's full of condoms," Andy said.

"Yeah," said Jake. "I wanted to get you a twelve inch robber cock... As a joke. But Lisa talked me into those instead, saying you'd be more likely to use them."

"Hah," laughed Amy.

"Bite me," Andy shot back at her. "Thanks guys. Give me a minute to dump these in my room, and then we'll get going."

Andy ran back inside to put away his gifts. The four of us chatted about this and that as we waited for the birthday boy to return. The whole time, I noticed Amy had her hands behind her back, like she was hiding something.

"Alright," Andy said as he walked up. "Let's get rolling."

"Not so fast," Amy said as she hopped down from the wall, still keeping her hands behind her back. "Before we go, there's something we must do."

"What?" asked Jake. "I want to get drunk, bowl, and ravage my girl in a bathroom stall."

"Such a romantic," Lisa said before giving Jake a quick kiss on the lips.

"We have a tradition in our family," Amy said.

"No," Andy said, and Amy just smiled.

"That whoever has a birthday must make it know to all that it's their special day."

"I swear, if you do this, I'll never fucking forgive you."

"I can live with that," Amy said. "You honestly didn't think that because we're away from home, we wouldn't be doing this?"

"Doing what?" I asked.

Amy pulled her hands out from behind her back to show she was holding a cheaply made paper crown made out of purple construction paper.

"Come on Aims," Andy said. "You know how much I loathe that stupid tradition."

"Exactly why I remembered to make one," she said. "Assume the position."

Andy let out a disgruntled sigh ad he kneeled down in front of his sister. She placed the purple crown on her brothers head and said, "I dub thee... The birthday bitch."

We all chuckled and laughed as Andy stood up, clearly embarrassed. A few people looked at him like he was crazy or something.

"Ok," Amy said. "Now we can go."

We walked across campus and a few blocks down the street till we reached the bowling alley. Once inside, we went to the counter.

"Hi," Amy said. "I called and reserved a lane for the night."

"Name," the bored teen behind the counter said.

"Seymour," she said with a grin. The bored teen looked at sheet of paper in front of him, then up at Amy.

"Butz?" he said suspiciously.

"It's pronounced Bootz," she said. The bored teen eyed her for a moment and then handed her a plastic card and set five pairs of bowling shoes on the counter.

"Lane sixteen," the bored teen said, and the five of us headed to our lane.

"Seymour buts?" I asked, and Amy just smiled and said, "Just wait till later. You'll understand."

When we got to our lane, we tucked the rental shoes away because none of us wanted to wear smelly old shoes that a billion other feet have been in.

"Go ahead and get the game set up," Jake said. "I'm gonna get the first round."

Jake walked over to the bar area while we set up the order of the game. First was the birthday boy, Andy. Followed by Amy. Then me, Lisa, and Jake was last since he was off getting the first round of beers.

After we picked out our balls, Andy took his position and was about to roll it when Jake walked up with five bottles of Corona. Andy came over and we all thanked Jake for the drinks. We wished Andy a happy birthday, and the night began.

Andy set his drink down and rolled his ball right down the gutter.

"Son of a..." Andy said. He waited for his ball to return and then threw it down the lane. Another gutter ball.

"You do know you're supposed to knock the pins down, right?" asked Amy and Andy gave her the finger as he sat down.

"You're up Amy," Lisa said. Amy got up, grabbed her ball and held it up as she lined up her roll. Once she was ready, she let the ball go and got a strike.

She turned back to look at us with a smile on her face and said, "That's how it's done."

I was up next and managed to knock down a total of six pins. Lisa got herself a spare, and Jake bowled himself a strike.

"Should we get the buffers out so you can hit something this time?" Amy jokingly asked as Andy took a sip of his beer and got up.

"Buffer this," he said as he rolled his ball. It was a strike. He took off his purple paper crown and gave us a bow.

"Yeah, yeah," said Amy as she stood up. "Even the sun shines on a dogs ass some days." Amy threw her ball and got another strike.

I got up for my turn and knocked down only one pin. "I hope you didn't strain yourself there," Amy said to me with a smile as I sat down. She then reached over and rubbed my back for a second as Lisa got up for her turn. She knocked down nine pins and Jake got a spare on his turn.

That game went on pretty much the same. Everyone did pretty well, while I stunk.

"Ok," said Amy after Jake took his last turn, another strike. "Let's tally up the score. With a very impressive forty two... Marc."

"What can I say," I said. "It's not easy sucking that much." We all chuckled and Andy patted me on the shoulder. 

"In forth... Lisa with a one twenty six."

"I would've done better if Jake hadn't grabbed my ass three frames in a row," Lisa said and Jake grabbed her ass again. She giggled and playfully slapped his chest before giving him a kiss.

"In third... The birthday boy with a score of one ninety one."

Andy smiled and drained the last of his beer.

"Second goes to Jake with a two fifty three."

Jake was too busy kissing Lisa to say anything.

"And me... The winner with two fifty eight. All bow down before my awesomeness."

"Booooo," Andy said and his sister stuck her tongue out at him.

"Congratulations," Jake said. "And as the winner, it's your turn to buy the next round."

"What?" said Amy.

"Those are the rules," he said.

"Since when?"

"Since three seconds ago."

"You guys are just sore losers," Amy said as she got up. "Come on Lisa, you can help me carry."

Amy and Lisa walked off towards the bar. Jake, Andy, and I talked and joked around for a bit, and when the girls returned with the next round, we started a new game. This time, Amy seemed to try and not play as good as she had before. I did a little better, ending the game with close to a hundred points, while everyone else were about the same.

Jake won this time, but Lisa said she'd buy the next round of drinks. She and Jake walked over to the bar and Amy stood up and stretched.

"I'll be right back," she said and headed towards the restrooms. Andy and I started talking when someone called out my name. I looked around and saw this short little brunette Latin girl walking over to me. She looked familiar, but for some reason, I couldn't remember where I had seen her before.

"Hey Marc," she said, sitting down next to me. "What are you doing here?"

"Um... It's Andy's birthday," I said.

"That's me," said Andy.

"Happy birthday," she said, leaning over and giving him a hug.

"Thank you," said Andy. "Oh, friendly with the hugging. Okay," he added awkwardly.

I had to cover my mouth at Andy being uncomfortable. That kid might be a genius, but he still was awkward when around most females.

"So," the girl said, looking back at me. "I was supposed to meet a friend here tonight, but she had to cancel at the last minute. I was about to leave when I saw you and thought I'd mosey on over and see if you wanted to hang out."

"Mosey," said Andy. "That's a very under rated word that I don't think gets enough usage anymore."

"Right, huh," the girl said with a hint of a smile.

I still couldn't remember who she was, or why she seemed so familiar to me. "Okay," I said. "This might make me sound like an ass, but I'm trying to remember where I know you from, but I just can't seem to place it."

"Rosa," she said. "Econ 101 on Wednesdays."

"Oh yeah," I said, remembering her. She sat on the other side of the room, but we had never really talked to each other. Maybe once or twice we said hello to each other, and I think I she borrowed a pen from me one time, but that's about it.

Just then, Jake and Lisa walked up with our drinks.

"Hey," said Jake, looking at Rosa. "Who might you be?"

"I'm Rosa," she said. "I came over to say hi to Marc."

Jake gave me a funny look, which was cut short when Lisa pinched his butt.

"You didn't tell us you were seeing anyone," Lisa said to me.

"I'm not," I said.

"We just have a class together," Rosa said. "I got stood up by a friend, and when I saw Marc, I just popped over to see if he wanted to hang out. But you guys are celebrating, and I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Please," Lisa said. "Intrude away. The more the merrier, right."





The Four Years: Year One Ch. 06



"If you're sure," Rosa said.

"No problem with me," Andy said.

"Then it's settled," Lisa said, and she added Rosa's name for the next game.

Just then, Amy walked up and said, "Little bro, get ready for it."

Andy sat up expectantly. "Ready for what?" I asked.

"We have a birthday here tonight," a voice said over the speakers throughout the bowling alley. "So let's all give a big birthday welcome to Mr. Seymour Butts."

A lot of people broke out laughing, while some shook their head.

"YES!" Andy shouted, jumping up from his seat and hugging his sister. "The tradition continues."

"What tradition?" Lisa asked as she got her laughter under control.

"Every year we always go someplace very public for our birthdays," Amy said. "Pretty much since we were ten, we've been having wherever we were make a public birthday announcement with the name being some lame prank."

"Last year I had them call Amy, Ivana Tinkle," said Andy.

"And I had him called Ben Dover," Amy said.

"A classic," Andy added.

"Doesn't that seem kind of childish?" Rosa asked.

"That's the whole point," Andy said. "I mean, what's the point of growing up if you can't hold onto one little childish idea. If you let that go, then you might as well just say fuck life and kill yourself because there's nothing fun left in the world for you."

Rosa looked at Andy and thought for a minute. "I guess that makes sense," she finally said.

As we played through the next game, Rosa and I chatted about this and that. Nothing major. Just sort of shooting the shit while waiting for our turns. Now and then, someone else would join in the conversation. Rosa was also very good at bowling, and gave Amy a run for her money.

"That's what happens when you come from a small town where the only things to do are bowl, roller skate, or tip cows," she said, giving me a bit of a chuckle. Rosa was just barely an inch over five feet, and I had trouble picturing her trying to tip over a large cow.

The game ended, and Rosa had won by one pin.

"Congratulations," Jake said. "As winner, you get the honor and privilege to buy the next round of drinks."

"No problem" Rosa said. "Help me Marc?"

"Alright," I said, getting up and following her over towards the bar.

"What can I get you?" the guy behind the bar asked.

"Five Corona's," I said, then looked at Rosa, who nodded. "Make that six." A minute later, we had our drinks and went back to join the others.

"Where's Jake and Lisa?" Rosa asked when we returned and noticed them gone.

"They didn't?" I asked.

"They did," Amy said.

"Men's or women's?" I asked.

"Men's," Andy said.

"Men's what?" Rosa asked. "What are you guys talking about?"

"One thing you should known about Jake and Lisa," I said and took a sip of my beer. "They're sort of... How can I put this..."

"They like to fuck," Amy said.

"A lot," Andy added. "Like rabbits in heat."

"Wow," Rosa said. "Good for them."

"You're not weirded out by that?" I asked.

"No," Rosa said. "Why would I?"

"I don't know," I said. "Some people are."

"Like Becky," Amy said and I nodded in agreement.

"Really?" asked Andy. "She seemed cool with it."

"Just a front," I said. "A few times she told me in private that she didn't think it was right for them to be doing things like that. But then again... Look at the kind of person she turned out to be."

"Who's Becky and what kind of person was she?" asked Rosa.

"Marc's ex," Amy said. "And a total nut job. She broke up with him because I gave him a hug to thank him for something. She saw it, and came up with this whole thing that he was cheating on her."

"Over a hug?" Rosa asked suspiciously.

"It's true," Andy said. "She then went out with creepy Carl, who got her pregnant on their first date, after she made Marc wait two months just for a freaking kiss."

"Carl?" Rosa said. "You mean that freak that hits on girls at the vending machine?"

"The very same," Andy said.

"What the hell is taking them so long?" I said, looking towards the restrooms.

"Fuck 'em," Amy said. "Let's just play without them."

I thought for a minute and an idea came to me. "No," I told Amy. "Andy, come with me." The two of us stood up and headed for the restrooms. Normally, I wouldn't be doing what I was about to do. But I think the couple beers I had already drunk were starting to affect my judgment.

"What are you thinking?" Andy asked.

"Grab that," I pointed at something on the wall near the door to the men's room.

"What?" Andy asked. "Why?"

"Just think of what I'm about to do as another birthday present to you," I said.

"Um, okay," he said grabbing what I wanted.

I help my finger to my lips, indicating that he should be quiet, and then we went into the men's room.

"Shit, keep quiet," I heard Jake say.

"Relax guys," I said. "It's just me. Gotta take a piss"

"Oh, okay," Jake said, and a moment later I could hear quiet little moans coming from the far stall. It took all my will power not to laugh, and I could tell Andy was trying his best to keep it in as well. I motioned for him to hand me the item I asked him to grab, and he did. As I tip toed over to the bathroom stall where Jake and Lisa were quietly going at it, I pulled the pin, aimed the nozzle over the stall door, and pressed the lever on the fire extinguisher.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Lisa shouted.

"SON OF A BITCH?!" Jake shouted.

I let the compressed foam spray over them for about six seconds, before dropping the fire extinguisher. Andy was busting up laughing, and so was I as we ran out of the men's room and back over to where Amy and Rosa were waiting and talking. I had to grab the back of a seat to keep myself from falling down laughing. Andy wasn't as lucky and he was rolling on the floor. I was laughing so hard that I had tears in my eyes.

"What's so funny?" Amy asked. I looked over at her and Rosa, both of them looking at Andy and me like we were a couple of crazy people.

"That," Andy said as he sat up and tried to catch his breath. "That... was the... most awesome thing... I have ever seen."

"What?" asked Rosa.

"Oh dear," Amy said, and she started to laugh. I looked over towards the restrooms, and Jake and Lisa were walking out, covered in foam. Seeing this caused me to start laughing all over again.

"You are such an asshole," Jake said, causing all of us to laugh. After things settled down, a few unsavory threats and dirty looks from Lisa, we went back to playing our game. As the night wore on, more and more drinks were had. Somewhere along the night, shots of tequila were ordered and the rest of the night got fuzzy before I blacked out.

The next morning I woke up, and quickly closed my eyes. There was a stream of light shining through the blinds right in my face, and my head hurt something fierce from a nasty hangover. I didn't even remember leaving the bowling alley, let alone making it back to the dorm.

I turned my head to the side and slowly opened my eyes. That's when I realized that I wasn't in my room. A sat up and looked around. It wasn't a dorm, but a normal bedroom, which had a very girly look to it. I was also very much naked under the pink blanket. On the bedside table I saw three open condom wrappers next to a pair of dark red thong panties.

"What the hell happened last night?" I asked myself.



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 07



Try as hard as I might, I couldn't remember much about the night after we started to do shots. Of course, the hangover that was pounding in my head like a bass drum from some bad techno song turned up to full volume didn't help much.

Just then, the door opened and Rosa walked into the room wearing my Snoopy shirt. Because of her slightly smaller size then me, it was a little big on her.

"Morning stud," she said as she closed the door. As she walked over to me on the bed, I noticed she had two cups of coffee in her hands.

"Hi," I said as she sat down on the bed.

"I didn't know how you take your coffee, so I have one black and one cream and sugar," she said.

"Thanks," I said, taking the black coffee.

"No, thank you," she said with this little sexy smile before she took a sip of her coffee. "Last night was amazing... More than amazing."

"Really?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Oh yeah," she said as she moved next to me and cuddled up to my side. "I've had orgasms before, but nothing like the ones you gave me. Especially when you went down on me."

"Oh," I said, desperately trying to remember last night. "Well, um... I'm glad I made you feel good."

"Fuck good," she said. "You made me feel like a goddess. Just thinking about it right now is making my pussy tingle. Wow... I'm sounding kind of like a slut, aren't I?"

"No, of course not," I said and kissed the top of her head. 

"It's just... Well, I've never had sex with a guy on the first date," Rosa said. "I usually wait three or four dates before I get to that point."

"Well, technically, you're record is still intact," I said and she looked questioningly at me. "You and I haven't been out on a date."

"True," she said.

Just then, I heard the familiar sound of my cell phone ringing. Looking over I saw my pants half way across the room.

"I should..." I said.

"Yeah," she said, pulling away from me so I could stand up. When I got up, I remembered that I was naked, and covered myself with a pillow. Why the hell was I bashful about my nudity around her? She and I had done it three times last night, so it's not like I have anything to hide from her she hasn't seen.

I picked up my pants and pulled my cell phone from my pocket.

"Yeah," I said.

"Where the fuck are you?" It was Andy.

"Um... Well," I started to say.

"Class is about to start," Andy said, not waiting for my answer. "You know, the one were our teacher said that today we would go over pretty much everything on the midterm."

"Shit," I said. "I'm on my way."

I hung up and started to put my pants on, hoping around on one foot as I slid my leg in.

"What's wrong?" Rosa asked.

"I'm late for class," I said.

"Can't you skip it?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"Believe me," I said, looking at her as she gave me a sexy pout got my cock stirring as I zipped up my jeans. "If today was any other day, I would in a heartbeat. But I can't miss this class."

"Okay," she said.

"How about we get together tonight?" I asked. "Dinner?"

"Sure," she said with a smile. "I'll be dessert."

"Sounds good to me," I said with a smile. "I also need my shirt."

"Oh, yeah, of course," she said, pulling it over her head. My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw her breasts. I don't know if it was because of her smaller size, but her boobs looked huge on her. I made a mental note that I had to remember what happened the night before.

Rosa tossed me my shirt and I put it on. After I slipped on my shoes, I kissed Rosa, our tongues dueling for a moment. "See you tonight," I said and ran out of the room. That's when I realized that I was in a sorority.

I passed a few girls who gave me knowing looks as I ran out of the house and down the street towards where my class was.

I ended up being only fifteen minutes late, and the teacher pointed it out and chastised me in front of the class before continuing. I sat down next to Andy, who thankfully had been taking notes.

"So where were you?" he asked.

"What do you remember about last night?" I asked.

"Um..." Andy said as he thought for a moment. "My birthday. Went bowling. Played a prank on Jake and Lisa, still awesome by the way. Drank a lot of beer. Then Rosa bought all of us a few shots of tequila."

"Yeah," I said. "I know all that. What about after?"

"Not much," he said. "I was pretty wasted... Though, I did have a really weird dream about a pink and purple rhino."

"Great," I said. "How the fuck did I end up sleeping with Rosa?"

"You guys slept together?" Andy asked.

"Apparently three times," I said.

"Great, it's my birthday and you're the one who hooks up with some chick," he said, sounding a little annoyed. 

"I don't remember any of it," I said. "The last thing I remember was doing the shots, and then I blacked out. Then when I woke up this morning, I was in her bed. In her room. In her sorority."

"Lucky bastard," he said.

We spent the rest of class taking notes and getting all the info we would need for the midterm, and then I headed back to my room so I could change into some clean clothes, lie down and rest a bit so I could get rid of this hangover.

When I entered the room, I was surprised to find both Jake and Lisa in bed asleep... Dressed. I guess they had the same idea as me of sleeping off their hangover. I quietly changed and crawled into bed. No sooner had I closed my eyed did an alarm clock start to go off. I grumbled as the sound pierced my brain, causing my head to throb. I pulled my pillow over my head as Jake reached over and shut his alarm off.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I didn't know you were back."

"S'okay," I said.

"Come on babe," Jake said, and I could hear Lisa mumble something. "I know you're tired, but I got to go take my test. I'll drop you off at your room on the way there."

"Alright," Lisa said sleepily. There was a bit of rustling about, and then I heard the door open and close. Now that everything was quiet, I was able to fall asleep.

I awoke a few hours later to a knock at the door. As I got up, my head felt a bit better, but not by much. I opened the door and Rosa was standing there.

"Hey," I said, half asleep. Then I suddenly snapped awake and looked at my watch. "Shit, our date. I over slept, didn't I?" I ran over to my clothes and started looking for something nice to wear.

"Relax," Rosa said as she walked in and closed the door. "It's only a little after one."

"Oh thank god," I said and fell back onto my bed.

"My afternoon class was canceled," Rosa said. "So I thought I'd come by and see how you're doing."

"Okay," I said. "Wait, how did you know which room was mine?"

"I asked the RA," she said as she crawled onto the bed, and cuddled up next to me, her head resting on my chest. We stayed like that for twenty minutes. Just enjoying each other's presence and of course, my head enjoyed the silence.

"I kind of have a confession to make," Rosa said.

"Huh?"

"I didn't have a friend to meet last night."

"No?"

"No... I've kind of had a crush on you for a few weeks now, but I was too scared to approach you and tell you."

I raised my head and looked at her. "Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, looking up at me. "Then, two nights ago, I overheard you guys talking about Andy's birthday in the library and decided that I would show up and talk to you. I stood there to the far side of the bowling alley for almost two hours before I worked up the courage."

"Wow," I said.

"You think I'm weird now, don't you?" she said.

"No," I said. "No, no. Not at all... Just kind of surprised to hear."

We were silent for a few minutes before Rosa spoke up again.

"Marc," she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Do you think that we... Can, you know... Before we go out to dinner?"

It took me a moment to realize that she was taking about us having sex. "I'd love to," I said to her. "But I don't have any protection with me, and I don't want to get you pregnant."

"Oh," she said, a little crestfallen. "Yeah, that wouldn't be good. Not really something I'd like to explain to some people."

"I could run out and get some," I said.

"No," Rosa said. "I don't want you to leave me right now. I like being here with you like this."

As I held her to me, I stroked her arm with my fingers and I could feel her body press a little closer to me. Her hand was resting on my stomach and slowly moved downwards towards my crotch, but stopped just an inch shy of my now hardening member.

Soon I felt her breathing change and could tell she had fallen asleep. Still feeling a little tired myself from the night before, I drifted off to dreamland as well.

"They look so cute," I heard someone whisper as I slowly woke. I opened my eyes and saw Jake and Lisa standing there.

"Hey guys," I said. I suddenly became aware that a hand was cupping my crotch. When I looked down, I saw that it was Rosa's hand. "Um," I said. "Rosa." I gave her a little nudge and she slowly woke up.

"What time is it?" she asked, still half asleep.

"A little after five," Lisa said. Rosa sat up, suddenly very much awake. She then saw where her hand was, and yanked it back like it was about to be bitten by a snake.

"How long have you two been here?" I asked.

"A couple minutes," said Jake. "You guys just looked so peaceful, we didn't have the heart to wake you up."

"I'm hungry," Rosa said. "Let me go pee and then you and I can go have dinner."

Rosa kissed me on the cheek before she got up and left the room.

"So?" Lisa asked, expectantly.

"So, what?" I said as I sat up and stretched.

"Details my boy," she said. "When did you two hook up?"

"Sometime last night," I said. "But I was so wasted, I really don't remember much between when we started doing shots and when I woke up naked in her bed this morning."

"Dude," Jake said with a smile.

"So you don't remember how it was?" asked Lisa.

I shook my head and said, "All I know is that we did it three times, based on the condom wrappers I found."

"Or you were in a foursome," Jake said. My eyes shoot wide open as he said that. "Probably not though," he added.

"Not only the second girl you've been with, but your second time and you go three in a row," Lisa said. "You are turning out to be quite a stud. Makes me want to kick Jake out of the room and give you a go myself."

"I'm sitting right here," Jake said.

"I know you are sweetie," she said with a smile and gave him a pat on the knee.

At that moment, Rosa walked back into the room. "Alright," she said.

"Cool," I said as I got up.

"Hey," Lisa said. "I have an idea. Why don't we make this a double date. That way we can get to know you a little better."

"I don't know," I said.

"No," Rosa said. "That sounds like fun. They can tell me some of the dark secrets about you that you wont tell me."

"Too which I have plenty," Lisa said as she stood up and the two of them walked out of the room, leaving Jake and I alone.

"This is going to be a long night, isn't it?" I asked.

"Oh you have no idea," Jake said.

I nodded my head and we followed the girls out into the hall.

The four of us settled on going to Chili's for dinner. As we waited to be seated, we noticed they were very strict on carding pretty much everyone who ordered alcohol. Though, honestly, after last night and the hangover from today, drinking anything besides water or soda was farthest from my mind. 

We were seated at a booth with Rosa and me on one side and Jake and Lisa on the other.

"So," Lisa said once we were seated. "Last night's a little fuzzy for me. I don't remember you two hooking up and leaving together."

"Well, it really didn't happen that way," Rosa said. "Marc offered to walk me home because of how late it was, which I was more than happy to accept. Can't be too careful now a days."

"So true," Lisa said.

"So, when we got to my sorority..."

"Wait, you're in a sorority?" Lisa asked.

"Unfortunately," Rosa said. "My mom was in it when she went to school here, so of course the first day I got here, they show up and tell me that I'm pretty much in. Apparently my mom was huge with them in her day or something. I wasn't going to join, but after two days of living with my roommate in the dorm, I had to get the fuck out of there because she was driving me nuts. So, I went down there and told them I was interested, and they showed me around. Turned out that because of who my mom was, I ended up being one of three girls that gets a room to herself, which was nice. I wonder if they would still be treating me so nicely if they knew how much I can't stand my mother."

"Ah," Lisa said. "So you're not one of those stuck up bitches who thinks she's the hottest thing ever?"

"Nope," Rosa said.

"Good," Lisa said. "So... Back to last night."

"Right," Rosa said. "Marc and I got to my sorority when he suddenly blew chucks into some rose bushes."

"How romantic," Jake said sarcastically and Lisa slapped his arm.

"Ignore him," Lisa said.

"Anyways," Rosa continued. "I brought Marc inside to get him a drink of water and to let him lie down for a little bit. I sat there with him, wiping some of the vomit from the corner of his mouth and I just wanted to kiss him."

"WHAT?! Jake, Lisa, and I said all at once.

"You kissed him after he puked?" asked Lisa.

"I made him brush his teeth first," Rosa said. "I'm not some freak."

The three of us let out a collective sigh of relief when she said that, especially me. I'm all for trying new things, but if Rosa was one of those girls that was into being vomited on, or any other type of... Bodily functions being dropped on her during sex, I was going to go and lock myself in a cave for the rest of my life.

"So," Rosa continued. "Kissing led to some touching. Touching led to kissing more... Intimate areas. Marc got me so hot with his tongue, I just had to have him right there."

"And?" Lisa asked.

"And what?" Rosa said.

"How was he, on a scale of one to ten?"

"Excuse me, I'm right here," I said, then looked at Jake. "Does she always talk about people like they're not around?"

"Quite often, yeah," Jake said.

"Thirty seven," Rosa said and then took a sip of her water.

"How can someone be a thirty seven on a scale of one to ten?" Jake asked.

"Marc has a very talented tongue," Rosa said.

"Really?" Lisa asked. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Do you think he could possibly give Jake some pointers?"

"Hey," Jake said.

"I'm kidding sweetie," Lisa said. "You have a very nice tongue that has no problem making me cum."

"Damn right I do," Jake said.

Our waiter came over at that moment and took our order. Jake and Lisa split some chicken fajitas, while Rosa had a large salad and I had one of those big mouth burgers loaded with bacon. Lisa pretty much spent the night subtly grilling Rosa about herself, when Rosa's cell phone started to ring. She looked at the caller ID and said, "Shit... I got to take this... Family."

She got up from our booth and walked away. When I looked at Lisa, I could tell she was thinking something.

"Alright, out with it," I said.

"Out with what?" Lisa asked.

"Whatever it is you think about her," I said. "I know you well enough that I can tell when you're silently judging someone."

"I'm not judging anyone," Lisa said.

"Yeah you are," Jake said.

"No I'm not," she said.

"Yes you are," I said.

"Fine, I am," Lisa said. "She's hiding something, and I don't know what."

"So she's hiding something," I said. "You can't expect her to open up to you and tell you her entire life story. Some shit has to be kept private."

"Like how you and Amy slept together?" Jake asked.

"Exactly," I said. "I have no intention of telling Rosa about that."

"I love how you're so honest in your relationship," Lisa said.

"How would you feel if you found out that Jake slept with one of his close friends before you two got together?" I asked.

"I'd be fine with it," Lisa said.

"Alright, what if it was me?"

"Why would you say that?" asked Jake. "You know how my brain works. Now the next time Lisa and I are sleeping together, I'm not gonna be able to get the image of you out of my head."

"I'd still be fine with it," Lisa said. "Everyone is allowed to experiment at least once in their life. And I'd actually be glad it was you because then I'd know that my man was with a good friend."

"Seriously, stop," Jake said. "I can't get the image of me pounding Marc out of my head."

"Who said I'd be the catcher?" I said.

"Oh, dear god," Jake said. 

"Marc has a point," Lisa said. "He does seem like he'd the man in the relationship."

"That's it," Jake said as he stood up and grabbed Lisa by the hand.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked.

"I'm gonna show you just how much of a man I am," he said as he pulled out his wallet and dropped some money on the table, and then said to me, "You find somewhere else to sleep tonight."

Lisa had a huge smile on her face as Jake dragged her out of the restaurant. A few moments later, Rosa came back and sat down next to me.

"Where'd Jake and Lisa go?" she asked.

"We challenged his manhood," I said. "So now he's going to ravish her all night."

"Oh," she said. "Wait, what about you?"

"I don't think I was invited," I said.

"No," she said with a hint of a smile. "I mean what are you going to do about a place to sleep?"

"I don't know," I said. "I'll probably just crash on Andy's floor." Actually, I really wanted to spend the night with Rosa, but I didn't think it would be appropriate. Granted, she and I had been intimate already, but still. It would be rude of me to assume that I had an open invitation.

"Nonsense," she said. "You can spend the night with me." I felt her hand rest on my thigh. Jackpot.

"You sure?" I asked. "I don't want to be a bother."

"Of course not silly," she said with a smile and put her head on my shoulder. "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left my boyfriend out in the cold when he didn't have a place to stay."

"Alright," I said. We paid for dinner with the money Jake had left. In his rush, he ended up leaving enough to cover the whole check as well as a nice tip.

Rosa and I walked back to her sorority, and as we walked inside and upstairs, I got some strange looks from some of the other girls. I noticed two of them looking at me, whispering and giggling just before we disappeared upstairs.

Once we were in her room, Rosa had me sit on her bed while she went to use the bathroom. When she came back, she asked if I wanted to watch a movie.

"Okay," I said, and she went through her collection of DVD's before selecting one and putting it on and then cuddling up with me on her bed. It was some cheesy romantic comedy. Thankfully, I didn't have to watch it for long. About twenty minutes into the movie, Rosa started to press her body even closer to mine, and then started to kiss me along my neck while her hand moved down my stomach and over my rapidly hardening cock.

Her lips trailed up from my neck to my jaw and eventually my lips. I opened them a little and her tongue sought out mine as she rubbed me through my jeans.

I had one hand on her lower back and rubbed it in small circles as my other hand moved up to her exceptionally large breasts. They were more than I could hold in one hand, so I just cupped them. When I felt her nipple start to stiffen, I brushed over it with my thumb a few times before gently pinching it, causing her to moan into my mouth and grind her pelvis against my hip.

As we continued to kiss and feel each other, Rosa ground her hips faster and harder against me. Her breathing started to get erratic, and I could tell she was getting close. Being the gentlemen that I am, I decided to help her. I moved my hand from the small of her back down to her ass and held it there for a moment before moving it between her legs and cupping her jean covered mound.




The Four Years: Year One Ch. 07



She must have been really close because she pulled his lips away from me and started moaning really loud. "Oh yes," she said. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

A few moments later as she was catching her breath, there was a knock at the door.

"Rosa," a girl called out through the door. "Is everything alright? I heard screaming?"

"God yes," she shouted. "Fuck off."

I could hear a few girls giggle outside the door and smiled to myself as I thought about an entire house of girls knowing that I was getting Rosa off in such a way. That added with Rosa's orgasm was a nice boost to my ego.

"Alright," she said. "Off with them."

"Off with what?" I asked feigning ignorance.

"You know what," she said with a lusty smile.

"I don't know what you heard about me," I said with a smile of my own. "But I'm not that kind of guy. I don't just give it up to anyone."

As I said this, Rosa started to unzip my jeans and pull them and my boxers down while I placed my hands behind my head.

"Hello old friend," she said to my cock once it sprang free and then sucked me into her mouth. I was surprised when she did it because she took all of me into her mouth in one go.

"Hot damn," I said as I watched her deep throat me. As she held me there, my eyes started to cross and lose focus till she pulled me out to catch her breath.

"Does papi like?" Rosa asked.

"Oh god yes," I said and she smiled before continuing her assault on my cock. She continued to bob her head up and down on me, occasionally taking me into her throat again for a few seconds. It wasn't long before I felt myself getting ready to cum.

Seeming to sense my coming eruption, she pulled off my cock and said, "Not yet. You don't cum until I say so."

Damn, she was very demanding all of the sudden. I wondered if she had been this way the night before.

Rosa stood up and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her large breasts encased in a green bra. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked the bra and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Her large breasts dropped a little do the lack of support, but not by much. They swayed back and forth as she took her pants off, and pushed them and her panties down before tossing them aside as well.

As I looked at her pussy, I saw that she was totally shaved.

"Time for dessert," she said before pouncing me and shoving her wet pussy onto my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and into her wet hole, and was rewarded by her moans of pleasure and juices dripping onto my tongue. She tasted sweet and a hint of bitter tanginess... Kind of like grapefruit smothered in sugar. Soon, her moans became cries of passion and she ground her cunt into my face and unleashed a flood of her nectar all over my face.

Rosa started to climb off my face, but I grabbed her thighs and held her to me as I continued to lap at her now sticky wet folds.

"Still hungry?" she asked seductively, and I nodded my head, which caused my nose to rub her clit and sent jolts of pleasure through her body. "Okay," she said. "You can have seconds."

I don't know what it was about her pussy, but I couldn't get enough of her taste and scent. Maybe it had something to do with hers being the first one I've ever eaten, or maybe she really was that delicious. Right then, I didn't care. All I wanted was to make her cum and get another mouthful of her juices.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long to get my wish. Rosa was soon thrashing around and cumming even harder than she had before.

"God damn fuck," she screamed out as she came. This time as she came down from her orgasm, I let her go and she fell down on her side as she struggled to catch her breath. I crawled up next to her and held her close, my hand on her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat.

It was almost ten minutes before Rosa was ready to continue.

"Time for the main event," she giggled as she got up and went to her dresser to get a condom. "Shit," she said as she looked through her drawer and then looked at me and said, "I'm out."

"That's ok," I said, a little disappointed that I wouldn't get to fuck her.

"No it's not," she said. "I want that thing in me." Rosa grabbed her robe and put it on. "I'll be right back. Just gonna go borrow one from someone."

Rosa opened the door and left the room in search of a rubber. However, when she did leave, she forgot to close the door. I was about to get up and close the door when someone walked by, stopped and looked in with wide eyes.

"Well hello there," she said as she looked at my hard cock and licked her lips. I quickly grabbed a pillow and covered myself. "I'm Tasha," the girl said as she walked into the room.

"Um... Hi," I said. Never in my life have I ever been in a more awkward moment. "I should put some pants on."

"Please don't," Tasha said. "In fact... Why don't you toss that pillow aside and let me have a..."

"Tasha, you slut," Rosa said as she walked into the room. "Get the fuck away from him. He's mine."

"But what about..."

"NO," Rosa said firmly as she pushed the other girl out of the room. "Out, out, out, out."

"Call me," I heard Tasha say as Rosa closed and locked the door.

"Sorry about that," Rosa said as she took her robe off, showing off her wonderful naked body to me again. "Now where were we."

"I don't know," I said. "Don't you think the mood's been killed because of..."

"Not at all," Rosa said and pushed me down onto the bed. She ripped open one of the condom wrappers she had with her and rolled it down my manhood. Once it was on, she climbed onto my lap, held my cock up and slid herself down.

She shuddered with pleasure as I filled her up, and by the time I was fully inside her, she started to cum again. I felt the walls of her pussy try and milk my cock for my cum, but I wasn't ready to blow my load yet.

Midway through her orgasm, I rolled her over and started to fuck her with long and forceful strokes. This made her orgasm last even longer. While her pussy was nice and snug around my cock and felt great, it wasn't anything like when I had been with Amy.  

What the hell am I doing thinking about Amy while fucking Rosa? I guess it's only natural to compare the second person you sleep with to the first, but since sex was still kind of new to me, I didn't know for sure. I mean, they always say you remember your first. But still, fucking Rosa was pretty good as well.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again," Rosa said. I realized I was about to cum as well. As she let out an ear piercing scream, her pussy clamped down tight on my cock, and I started to cum as well.

I stayed in her as long as I could, but when I felt my cock start to soften, I quickly pulled out, yanked the used condom off and dropped it in the small trashcan next to her bed before cuddling up with her.

Rosa seemed to be purring as I held her in my arms as we both enjoyed our post orgasmic bliss. Slowly, we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke a few hours later to the feeling of my cock being sucked. When I opened my eyes, I saw Rosa smiling at me between my legs and with my member in her mouth.

We ended up fucking three more times over the course of that night.



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 08



The week of midterms came and went. It was amazing how easy the tests actually were, especially since all my teachers made them sound like grueling torture.

Every night after the last test of the day was done, Rosa and I would celebrate by fucking half the night away. We even started to go at it on Thursday during lunch in my room, but we were interrupted by Jake and Lisa, who seemed to have the same idea as we did.

"Oops," Lisa said with a giggle when they walked in just as I was about to slip my cock into Rosa's pussy. 

"They're huge," was all Jake could say when he saw Rosa's large breasts. Lisa grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the room so Rosa and I could have some privacy. I have to say, they trill of having been caught made the sex a lot better, if that's even possible.

But now that midterms were over, that meant it was time for Christmas break, which meant going home for three and a half weeks. I really wasn't looking forward to it.

"I really wish you'd come with me," I told Rosa over the phone. She and I were both in the middle of packing.

"I know sweetie," she said. "But my family expects me to be there."

"You sure I can't go with you then?" I asked, really wanting to avoid going home.

"No," she said firmly. "You know that isn't a good idea right now."

Rosa acted weird the few times I brought it up, and even seemed to get nervous and upset. She said something about how her parents wouldn't understand her dating when she should be focusing on her education.

"Just give me the break to talk to them," she said. "I'll warm them up to the idea about you and how much we care about each other. When they see how much we do, maybe they'll lighten up."

"Or your dad will hunt me down and kill me for violating his daughter," I said with a smirk.

"Yeah, like I'm gonna tell him about that," she laughed. "I can just see it now. I hope you like the present I got you daddy. Oh, by the way, I have a boyfriend and we fuck at least twice a day. He'd kill me just as much as he'd kill you. Hold on a sec, what?"

I heard someone talking in the background.

"Really?" Rosa asked them. "Yeah, alright... I'm back."

"I'm really gonna miss you," I said.

"You just going to miss the sex," she said with a giggle.

"Well, that to," I said. "But I'll miss you as well. I've gotten so used to sleeping in the same bed with you and waking up next to you in the mornings, that it's going to be hard to go back to sleeping alone for the next three and a half weeks."

"Tell you what," Rosa said. "When we get back from break, you and I will lock ourselves in my room for a couple days."

I felt my cock start to grow hard in my pants. "That, um... That could work," I said.

"Of course it could," she said with a giggle. "Alright, I got to get finished packing because my ride to the airport is leaving shortly. Remember, I'm going to be busy with my family, so I'll call you when I get a chance."

"Alright," I said. "Miss you."

"Miss you too," she said before hanging up.

I finished packing some of my clothes for the trip back home, which I really wasn't looking forward to. Christmas was the only time of year my family got together and pretended to actually be a loving family, which always ended in someone having to much to drink on Christmas eve, saying something that upset someone else, and snowballed into a huge screaming match with everyone pointing out everyone else's dirty little secrets. Then come Christmas day, everyone pretends that it didn't happen, but the tension hangs heavy in the air.

Still, I'm much better off than Jake. He was going to spend Christmas with Lisa's family, making the first time meeting them.

"Will you quit freaking out," Lisa said as she and Jake walked into the room. "They're going to love you."

"And what if they don't?" Jake said. "What if they hate me? What if I say something to piss off your uncle? What if they find out that you and I are sleeping together?"

"Oh, sweetie," Lisa said as she caressed Jake's cheek. "They already know you and I are sleeping together."

"What?" Jake said, surprised.

"My parents aren't stupid," Lisa said. "When I told them about..." Lisa glanced at me for a second. "You know. They pretty much figured out that we're intimate. They're not uptight like your parents where they expect you to remain celibate till your wedding night. They're realistic and know that sex is a normal and healthy part of any long lasting relationship."

"Oh," was all Jake said.

"So don't be surprised if they want to discuss it or give some suggestions."

"That'll be a fun conversation," I said. I stood up, put my hand on Jake's shoulder and said in my best fatherly voice, "You know Jake, since you and my daughter are having sex, I thought I'd give you some pointers that I know drives her mother up the wall in bed."

"You're not helping," Jake said.

"Not trying to," I said with a grin.

"Yeah, well what about when you meet Rosa's family," Jake said. "How do you think they're going to react to the fact that the two of you are sleeping together?"

"Oh, they'll kill me," I said matter-of-factly. "Probably very slowly and painfully so that I'll be begging them to just end it... But I can honestly say that the sex makes it worth it."

"I don't care," Amy said as she and Andy walked into the room. "You could be dying, with parts of your body hacked off, you're going home for Christmas. No way in hell am I suffering mom and dad by myself."

"But I'm in the middle of something really important," Andy said. "It's crucial that I stay and keep working on it."

"No," Amy said as she sat down next to me. "You can work on whatever it is you're doing when we get back."

"I hate you," Andy said.

"I know," said Amy. "So, last night here before heading home for three and a half weeks... Who else could use a drink?"

We all raised our hands.

"Good," Amy said. We all got up and started to leave.

"First round is on me," I said.

After a couple pitchers of beer at a local college bar, we all returned back to our rooms for our last night before heading home. Lisa ended up spending the night in our room with Jake, but no sex. They both had to get up early for their flight, so it just made sense.

When I woke up the following morning, they were already gone. They must have been as quiet as a mouse when they left. 

After I loaded my bags into my car, I had a quick breakfast with Andy and Amy. We said our goodbyes and I was on the road.

The two day drive home was long and boring. I went through my collection of music I had on my iPod three times and had started on a forth play through when I pulled into the driveway of my parents house.

As I got out and looked around, not much had really. But you know what they say about the calm before the storm. I grabbed my bags from the back seat of my car and headed towards the front door of the house. Just as I was about to open the door, it opened and there stood my mom.

"There's my little man," she said and pulled me into a hug. I was weirded out because not only was she actually noticing I was around, but she called me her little man. Never in all my years had she ever referred to me as anything besides my name.

"Um, hi mom," I said, glancing at the address to make sure I had the right house.

Mom ended the hug and held me at arms length. "Let me take a look at you," she said as she eyed me up and down. "Have you been eating enough? You look kind of thin."

"No, I weigh pretty much the same as when I left," I said. "Maybe gained a few pounds."

"Still," she said as she dragged me inside. "Let me fix you a bite to eat."

"Alright," I said. "Who the fuck are you and what did you do to my mom?"

"Language dear," she said as she walked into the kitchen. I set my bags down in the entry hall and followed after her. "Actually," she said as she rummaged around inside the fridge. "Things are a little different around here."

"No shit," I whispered to myself.

"Actually, a lot different," she said. "I wanted to call you and tell you about it, but I figured it would be best if we sat down and I told you in person."

"Well, I'm here," I said.

Mom went about making me a sandwich and set it down in front of me saying, "You still like salami, right?"

"Yeah," I said, taken aback that she actually knew what kind of sandwich meat I liked. She then got my a can of Pepsi from the fridge and set it down in front of me before taking a seat.

"Marc, dear..." she said. "I don't know how to tell you this, so I'll just come right out and say it.... Your father was cheating on me."

"Uh huh," I said with a mouthful of sandwich. This wasn't anything new to me. The whole neighborhood pretty much knew about it. But I could tell from the look on mom's face that this was still something she was getting used to. "I mean, what? Really?"

"I'm afraid so," she said. "I found out a couple weeks ago when I went by his office to bring him some papers he needed for a meeting and had forgotten. When I walked into his office, there he was with his dick buried in some eighteen year old sluts cunt."

"Oh my god," I said. I wasn't surprised by what dad was doing, but by my mom's choice of words.

"Yes," mom said. "Of course, I was devastated to find this out. It made me realize so many things about myself. Like how I really have been too wrapped up in my own things to pay attention to what's going on around me."

So that explains the whole Carroll Brady thing when I showed up.

"I'm no longer taking medication and I've cut down on all the wine I used to drink," she said. 

"That's good," I said, kind of in shock. There was one thing that mom had yet to mention, and I was curious about. "What about dad?"

"He's staying with his brother," mom said. Dad's brother lived in New York, so it was safe to assume he wouldn't be around for Christmas.

"Okay," I said. "But, um... What about you and dad?"

"We're getting a divorce," mom said. "I can't remain married to a man who has cheated on me for lord knows how many years."

"So, I guess it's just you and I for Christmas," I said.

"Not really," mom said. "I invited the Pethertons over to join us."

"WHAT?!" I shouted. See, Jessica Petherton was the girl I had dated for a few months in high school before she decided we should split up since we were going to college. "Why?"

"That's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about," mom said. "I've actually kind of started seeing Joe Petherton."

"You're dating?" I asked, a little dumbfounded by the news.

"I know," she said, a little embarrassed and blushing a little. "It's very sudden, and I didn't plan on it happening. Just sort of ran into Joe one day at the market, we got to talking and he asked me out to dinner. It felt so good to have someone to talk to. Someone who actually cared about what I had to say and what I was feeling. One thing led to another and..."

"For the love of god, don't finish that sentence," I said, pretty much knowing where she was headed. The last thing I needed was to think about my mom having sex.

"Are you okay with all this?" mom asked after a few minutes of silence.

"It's a lot to take in," I said. "You dump all this on me pretty much the second that I get home, and everything I remember before leaving for school is now different. I just need a little time to adjust to it, but I'll be alright."

"Good," mom said as she stood up. "By the way, we're having dinner with Joe and his daughter tonight."

Yeah... This Christmas is defiantly going to suck.

After I dropped my bags in my old bedroom, which was the same as it was when I left it, I grabbed a quick shower and then took a nap.

I was in the middle of a dream about Rosa when my cell phone started to ring, waking me up. I was grumpy as I got out of bed and answered my phone.

"Yeah," I said, sounding bitter.

"Hey baby," Rosa said from the other end. Instantly my bitter grumpiness was gone. 

"Hi," I said. "I was just thinking about you."

"Aww," she said. "I was thinking about you to. I slipped out of the house so I could call you. How are things going at home?"

I told her everything that had happened about my parents getting a divorce, and how my mom was seeing someone else. I did leave out the part of mom's boyfriend being the father of my ex. I didn't want her to worry and think I might do something I wouldn't do and go through a repeat of the Becky situation.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," she said. "Things aren't all that much better here. I've already been in an argument with someone in my family three times, and I've only been home a day and a half."

"Want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Not really," she said. "Just stupid things. Someone doesn't want me going back to school, saying it's a waste of money and I should settle down and focus on other things... Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Rosa and I ended up talking for half an hour before she had to go. "I'll call you in a couple days," she said before hanging up.

It was getting close to when mom and I were supposed to leave to meet Joe and Jessica for dinner, so I changed clothes into something nice and went downstairs. Mom joined me shortly and we drove to the restaurant.

"Sandra," Joe said as my mom and I entered the restaurant. He gave her a hug and kissed her cheek before turning to me. "Marc," he said as he extended his hand. I didn't take it. He glanced at my mom, who said, "So, where's Jessica?"

"She's running a bit late," Joe said. "She'll be here shortly."

"Should we wait then?" mom asked.

"No," said Joe. "We should get a table before it gets too busy. Anyways, she should be here before we're ready to order."

The three us were seated and left with menus.

"So, Marc," Joe said to me. "Your mom tells me you're studying computer science and engineering?"

"Um, yeah," I said and took a sip of my water as I looked around. I wondered if there was an exit near the bathroom that I could sneak out of, but then remembered that mom drove here and it was at least fifteen minutes by car from the restaurant to home. Who knows how long it would take to walk.

"Any interesting stories about life at college?" Joe asked.

"Not really," I said. At least none I cared to share with him or my mom.

"Any special girls in your life?" he asked.

"Kind of," I said.

"Oh Marc," my mom said with a smile. "You have a girlfriend? Why didn't you tell me about her? What's her name? What's she like?"

"She's just someone I have a class with," I said. "We've gone out a few times. Do we really have to talk about my personal life like this?"

"What do you mean 'like this'," mom asked.

"I think he's referring to me," Joe said. Just then, Jessica walked up.

"Sorry I'm late," she said as her dad stood up and hugged her. "I ran into Tammy and she wanted to update me on every single little thing that's happened since I last saw her."

"That's okay," Joe said.

"Hi Marc," Jessica said when she saw me, and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she sat down.

"Hey," I said. And it just keeps getting more awkward by the moment.

"How have you been?" Jessica asked.

"Fine," I said.

"Good," she said. "That's good... Kind of weird that our parents are dating each other, huh?"

"Kind of," I said.

"That's right," Joe said. "You guys went out for a few months during your last year in high school."

"Yeah," Jessica said and she flashed me a nervous smile.

Our waiter came over and took our orders. While we waited for our food, the three of them talked about what Jessica was learning at school. Occasionally, they tried to get me involved in the conversations, but gave up since pretty much all my answers were one or two words.

I was glad when dinner was over, but not by the fact that Joe and Jessica would be coming back to the house for coffee. The second we walked through the door, I made a bee line for my room. I expected mom to come up too see what was wrong, but instead when I heard the knock, it was Jessica's voice.

"Can I come in?" she asked. I opened the door a little and then laid down on my bed as she walked in and looked around my room.

"So," she said after a few minutes of silence. "How have things been?" She sat down on my desk chair.

"Fine," I said.

"You're mad at me," she said.

"No."

"Yeah, you are. Look, I can tell you're upset with me... It's because we broke up, isn't it?"

"Not mad at you."

"Marc," she said, tilting her head to the side a little a smiling a bit. "It's perfectly understandable that you're mad at me. I mean... I pretty much forced us to break up because of school. Something I really regret doing."

"Look," I said as I sat up. "I'm not mad at... What did you say?"

"I regret that we broke up," Jessica said. "You really were such a sweet guy, you know. Always treated me with respect. I realized this a few days after I got to college... My roommate and I were invited to a frat party. Of course, we were both excited by this. Our first week there and we were invited to a party. Everything was awesome. So, we went and it was fun... At first. Someone slipped something in my roommates drink and raped her."

"That's fucked up," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "She left school because of it. And me... It opened my eyes to how low a lot of guys really are. And it made me think about you, and how much I missed you."

Jessica got up from my chair and sat next to me on my bed.

"I know I don't deserve it," she said. "But... I want us to get back together."

"Jess," I said. "I... I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll take me back."

"I can't."

"Why not?" she asked as she put her hand on my thigh.

"Because," I said, standing up and walking to the other side of my room.

"Is it because our parents are dating?" she asked. "Because I've talked to them about it already, and they wouldn't mind. In fact they'd be really happy if we did... My dad always did like you."

"It's not that," I said. "I have a girlfriend."

Jessica looked at me for a moment, and then smiled.

"Wow," she said. "Okay... I understand. You're trying to make me jealous by making up some fake girl because of how I hurt you when we broke up."

"No," I said. "I really do have a girlfriend."

"Sure you do," she said with a wink.

"Seriously," I said. "I do. Her name's Rosa."

"I already feel like crap for treating you like I did," Jessica said. "You don't need to make a fake girlfriend up to try and torture me."

"I'm not making it up," I said and pulled out my cell phone. "Look, I'll call her and she can tell you herself." 

"This will be interesting," Jessica said as I selected Rosa's number from my phonebook and pressed send before turning on the speaker phone.

The line rang a few times before an automated message said, "The mobile phone you are trying to reach is outside the coverage area. Please try your call again later."

"Okay, that's just bad luck," I said.

Jessica stood up and smiled at me. "Marc... I understand if you're worried that I'd break you're heart again. But believe me when I say that I won't... I love you too much to do that. In fact, to prove to you how much I love you, I want you to be my first."

"Say what now?"

"I want you to take my virginity," she said.

I took a deep breath and let it out. Whoever is in charge of the universe really sucks.

"As honored as I am about that," I said. "I can't. I really do have a girlfriend."

"Alright," Jessica said. "I think I now understand."

"Thank you," I said with a sigh of relief.

"You want to role play," she said with a mischievous grin.

"What?" I said. "No. No role playing. No nothing."

"It's alright," Jessica said. "I think it's kind of kinky. You pretend to be the devoted boyfriend, and I'm the lonely single girl that falls madly in love with you and will do anything to have you... Oooo, this is going to be fun."




The Four Years: Year One Ch. 08



She gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before she turned around practically skipped out of my room.

"What the fuck just happened? I asked myself out loud.

That night I didn't sleep well at all, and come morning, I was exhausted. Shuffling downstairs shortly after sunrise, I headed into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee and then took it into the backyard.

The backyard of the house overlooked a beautiful valley and was a sight to behold during sunrise. I can honestly say it was the only thing I missed when I left for school. I pulled up a lawn chair and sat down, enjoying the view and thinking about everything that happened yesterday.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was happy for my mom. She was out of her vegetative state that she had been in while married to dad and was living life now. As for Joe, he was a pretty good guy. During the short time I dated Jessica, he was always nice to me and didn't treat me as some punk kid. Plus, he made my mom happy and they were in love. I could tell because it's the same way Jake and Lisa look at each other.

The only problem was Jessica. She seemed set on trying to get me to be with her, and wouldn't listen to reason. This was going to be a very tough three and a half weeks trying to avoid her advances. Little did I know just how tough it would be.

It was a few days before I saw Jessica again. Joe said that she was spending time with some old friends from high school and doing a lot of shopping at the mall and such.

On my fourth day home for break was the first time I saw Jessica since that night.

"Hi," she said as she walked into the kitchen through the patio door. I was in the middle of sipping a glass of juice and started to cough from swallowing wrong when I saw her. She was wearing a very, very short pleated skirt with knee high white socks and a babydoll t-shirt with the words 'rockslut' on it.

"I take it you like," she said in regards to my reaction.

"Damn it," I said once I stopped coughing and caught my breath. "I told you, I have a girlfriend."

"I know," she said and gave me a wink.

"No, seriously," I said. "You can't do this. I'm not going to cheat on her."

"Oh," Jessica said with a fake pout, which kept breaking as she constantly smiled. "But don't you understand. She doesn't love you the way I do. I'll do anything for you... Anything to have you."

Jessica moved closer to me and pressed her body against my own.

"You're mental," I said.

"Let me prove to you just how much I love you," she said and grabbed my jean covered cock, causing me to jump in surprise.

"Now stop that," I said, moving away from her. "I'm fucking serious."

"Why fuck serious, when you could be fucking me instead," she said, her voice dripping with lust.

"God damn it," I said, pulling myself away from her. I grabbed my keys from the key hook near the door, ran out into my car and drove off. As I drove away from my house, I noticed how hard I was. "Traitor," I said glancing down at my hard cock, which twitched like it was shrugging its imaginary shoulders.

The next day I woke up to the feeling of someone getting in my bed. Still being half asleep, I forgot where I was and thought that the person was Rosa. I pulled her close to me and started kissing her neck.

"Mmmm," a female voice moaned. Instantly, I was awake when it sounded nothing like Rosa. There was Jessica in my arms.

"Morning sexy," she said. I screamed in surprise, and in the process of trying to get out of bed and away from her, I ended up kicking her out of the bed and onto the floor. Jessica looked up at me with sex starved eyes. She was wearing nothing but a very small shirt and a pair of thong panties. "I didn't know you were into playing rough," she said. "If I had known, I would've bought some handcuffs and a paddle when I was at the sex shop a few days ago."

"Damn it Jessica," I said a little loudly. "How many times do I have to fucking tell you, I have a girlfriend. So you and I are never going to get together."

"Oh my god," she said. "I... I... I am so fucking turned on right now."

"What?" I said, dumbfounded.

"I don't know what it is," she said. "But the more you try and drive me away, the more I want you. The more I crave you. My pussy is so wet for you right now."

I know people would at that moment say fuck it and succumb to temptation. Me... I ran screaming like a little girl. Looking back it's quite funny because at the time I was wearing only my boxers and made it about five blocks away from my house before I realized it.

It was a few days before Jessica tried again. I was in the middle of taking a shower, and as I rubbed the shampoo into my hair, I suddenly felt an extra set of hands on my scalp. Turning around, there stood Jessica in all her glory. I was speechless as I stared at her naked body. The way the water cascaded along her supple bosom. He flat, tight tummy with the cutest bellybutton. The small landing strip of hair just above her slit which was flush with arousal.

I felt my cock harden as I stood there, staring at her. Suddenly, she pushed me against the shower wall, pressed her body against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest. On instinct, my hands moved to her ass and I pulled her even closer to me as we kissed, causing her to moan in delight.

When I felt her hand take a hold of my throbbing cock, common sense kicked in.

"Jess, no," I said, pushing her away. "I can't do this."

"Something else tells me you can," she said, giving my cock a squeeze. I slapped her hand away.

"Damn it," I said. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I love you," she said.

I pushed past her, grabbing a towel as I did and went to my bedroom. As I dried off and got dressed, I heard the water in the shower shut off. A minute later, there was a knock at the door, and Jessica walked in, thankfully wearing clothes again.

"What's wrong with you?" she said as she walked into my room.

"You love me?" I said.

"Yes."

"You love me?"

"I think we established that already," she said.

"You barely fucking know me," I said. "Not to mention the small little fact that I have a girlfriend."

"Alright, enough," she said. "Please stop with the fake girlfriend shit. It was cute at first, but now it's getting annoying."

"Why the hell do you think I'm making her up?" I said.

"I don't know, because..." she trailed off.

"Tell me," I said.

"No, I..."

"Come on," I said. "Tell me."

"Because you're a loser," she blurted out. "Hell, the only reason I dated you in high school was because I lost a bet. And now, because of how fucked up I've seen some guys can be, I'd rather be with you because I know you're such a nice guy, you'd be too fucking pussy to try and force me to do anything I don't want to do."

I stood there in total shock. The look on her face went through a whole range of emotions. From anger to hurt to surprise to regret.

"Marc, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't really mean that."

"Get out," I said coldly.

"Marc, please..."

"I said get out."

"Please, I'm..."

"Get the fuck out, now," I said, almost yelling.

Jessica started to cry as she turned around and ran out of my room. I listened to her foot steps as she ran downstairs and the sound of the front door slamming shut.

I felt like shit. The first relationship I ever had turned out to be nothing but a lie. I needed to talk to Rosa badly and so I called her. Once again, I got the recording telling me she was out of her coverage area.

I fell onto my bed and just laid there, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A few days went by. Each day I tried calling Rosa a few times, only to get that same recording. Thankfully, Jessica stopped coming by. Though, a few times Joe came by to see my mom and I heard them talking about how something had upset Jessica and she had locked herself in her room, refusing to come out or even talk about what was wrong.

One night after Joe left, my mom came into my room and asked me if I knew what was wrong with Jessica.

"No idea," I said. Aside the fact that she's a crazy bitch, but I didn't tell her that. I didn't think that would go over to well with my mom.

It was the day before Christmas when I was woken up by my cell phone ringing. Thinking it was Rosa, I jumped out of bed and looked at the caller ID. It wasn't her.

"Hey Andy," I said when I answered.

"Hey man," he said, and I heard something crash in the background, followed by yelling.

"Everything alright?" I asked.

"Huh," he said. "Oh, yeah. The noise. Just the usual family get together."

"Oh yeah?" I heard Amy yell. "Well why don't you take that tree and shove it up your ass mom."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I hear Amy is as full of life as ever."

"Yeah," Andy said. "Pretty much... Actually, that's why I'm calling. I got bored sitting here watching them go at it for hours on end, and I figured you'd get a kick out of it."

"Thanks," I said. "I actually could use the distraction right now."

"Why, what's up?"

I told Andy about everything. My parent's divorce. Mom dating someone. How my ex has been throwing herself at me, and how she told me about why she dated me in high school.

"What a cunt," Andy said.

"Watch your tongue young man," I heard a woman shout on the other end of the phone.

"Leave him the fuck alone mom," I heard Amy yell.

"Don't you talk to me like that young lady," their mom said. "You're not to old for me to take you across me knee and spank you."

"If she does," I said. "Take pictures and send them to me."

"Will do," said Andy.

"Marc," I heard my mom calling me from downstairs.

"Be right there," I said. "Gotta go man," I told Andy. "Enjoy the fight and merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Andy said and I hung up. Noticing how low my battery was, I hooked my phone up to the charger before heading downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm.

"There you are," she said. "I need you to run down to the store and get me some things." Mom handed me a list of items she needed and some money.

"Okay," I said, grabbing my keys from the hook near the door. I drove down to the market and fought my way through the aisles of housewives doing last minute shopping for food. I'm not proud to admit this, but I think I knocked an old woman down to get the last can of cranberry sauce. But in my defense, she did try and hit me in the balls with her cane, so the old hag had it coming.

When I got home, I gave mom the stuff she had wanted and then went back up to my room. Since I hadn't been sleeping well at night, I ended up dozing off. It was a few hours later when I slowly woke to a strange feeling around my cock. As my brain started to wake up, I recognized the feeling of lips wrapped around the head of my cock and a flicking tongue. My eyes snapped open and there was Jessica with my cock in her mouth.

"About time you woke up," she said. "I've been at this for fifteen minutes now."

I don't know what happened to me at that moment, but something inside me snapped. I didn't get mad at her, or yell at her. It wasn't anger. It was something more primal. Ancient. The basic driving need of all life. I needed to fuck her.

Looking back, I think it was a mixture of not hearing from Rosa for two weeks, plus Jessica's constant attempts to seduce me along with not having been laid since before leaving school.

I grabbed Jessica, much to her surprises and flipped her under me. She looked up at me with surprise in her eyes along with a hint of lust.

"About damn time," she said as I shoved my hand up her shirt and roughly grabbed one of her breasts. She tried to kiss me, but I wasn't having any of that. This wasn't about love. There was no caring involved on my end.

With my free hand, I reached down and started to take her pants off. As I pulled her zipper down, her hands joined mine and she helped. Once we were both naked from the waist down, I grabbed my cock and slammed it into her, causing her to yelp. I felt something give and in the back of my mind I knew it was important, but didn't care.

"Oh god," she moaned out as I repeatedly hammered her pussy. I grunted like an animal in heat with each thrust. And soon she was climaxing around my cock, which sent me over the edge. I pumped glob after glob of my cum into her pussy, not caring if I got her pregnant.

When it was over, I felt the strange high that came out of nowhere leave me. I looked down at Jessica and started to regret what I did.

"Shit," I said, pulling my cock free from her pussy and standing up.

"Wow," she said with a smile. "That was fucking incredible."

"No," I said. "No, no, no, no."

"What's wrong?" Jessica asked. "If you're worried that you got me pregnant, don't. I'm on the pill."

"It's not that," I said.

"Is it because you ripped through my cherry like a jackhammer?" she asked. "Because if you are, don't be. There was so much force, barely noticed it."

"God damn it," I said. "I just cheated on my girlfriend."

"Oh," she said. "That's again... You know, you can drop the act. We've fucked now. You don't need to pretend that you have a girlfriend."

Just then my cell phone started to ring. Without even looking at the caller ID, I knew who it was when I answered it.

"Hi sweetie," I said.

"Hey," Rosa said. "Sorry I haven't called you in a while. My family surprised me by all of us going to a cabin in the mountains and there's no signal up there. Then we got snowed in, so I couldn't make it to where I could get a signal till today. So, how have you been? You miss me?"

"Yeah," I said. "I miss you a lot."

I wanted to kick my ass so much at that moment.

"Look," I said. "I, um... I have to help my mom with some stuff. But I'm really glad that I got to hear your voice and that you're okay."

"Aww," she said. "You were worried about me?"

"Yeah," I said.

"That's so sweet," she said. "Okay, well I'll let you go so you can help your mom out. I'll call you tomorrow if I can. Bye."

"Bye," I said and hung up my phone.

"Who was that?" Jessica asked as she pulled her pants back on.

"That was my girlfriend," I said.

The look on Jessica's face was priceless. "What?" she said. "You mean you really do have a girlfriend?"

"That's what I've been telling you for two weeks now," I said.

"And you fucked me," she said, pointing out the obvious. "You're a terrible boyfriend. Cheating on the girl you're going out with."

Have you ever seen the movie Scanners? The one with the guy who can make peoples heads explode with the power of his mind? I tried really hard to do that at that moment.

Jessica left my room after that, and needless to say, Christmas was really awkward. I spent the rest of my vacation in my room with a knot of guilt the size of jumbo jet in my gut. 

The morning I was to start my drive back to school and was loading my car when Jessica stopped by.

"Look," she said. "I'm really sorry about... You know. I hope you can forgive me."

I closed the trunk of my car and looked at her. "You want me to forgive you?" I asked and she solemnly nodded her head. "I can't. You know why? Because now I have to go back to school and tell my girlfriend that I was unfaithful to her. I have to break her heart because I had a moment of weakness and gave into something I shouldn't have. And just so you know, not all the blame belongs to you. Most of it belongs to me because I gave into temptation. But that doesn't change that fact that thanks to you, I've ruined one of the greatest things to ever happen to me."

I got into my car, started the engine and rolled down the window and looked at Jessica. "I never want to see you again," I said and then drove away.



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 09



It had been two days since I got back to school. None of my friends had returned yet, so it was just me on my own. Though, after the phone call I had with Jake and Lisa, I was kind of glad about that. Lisa was pretty pissed at me because of what happened with Jessica. I won't go into details about what was said, but she did threaten physical harm to a certain part of my anatomy. Not that I can blame her. I fucked up big time.

The Friday before classes resumed, Rosa called me telling me she was back, that she needed to talk to me, and would be over just as soon as she unpacked.

I had been dreading this moment for the last few days. The wait for her to show up was excruciating. Every minute that went by felt like an hour.

Finally, there was a knock at the door, and Rosa came in.

"Hi," she said, a little sullen. She sat down next to me on my bed and we sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I need to tell you something," we both said at the same time.

"You first," she said.

"I think it would be better if I went second," I said, wanting desperately to prolong what I had to say.

"I'm pregnant," Rosa said.

Of all the things she could've said...

"You're what?"

"Pregnant," she said.

"Pregnant?"

"Yeah."

"As in, there's a baby growing in your stomach, pregnant?"

"Yeah."

I was silent for a moment as a few thoughts went through my head. The major one being...

"How? I've been using a condom when we've done it... Unless one of them had a hole in it."

"It's not yours," she said.

"I'm sorry," I said. "For a second there I could've sworn you said..."

"Yeah," she said. "It's my husbands."

Huston, we have a problem.

"Husband?"

"There's something I haven't told you," Rosa said as she reached into her pocket, pulled out a ring and slipped it on her finger. "I'm married."

Huston, we are seriously fucked.

"Crazy question... How long have you been married?" I asked.

"Since the day I turned eighteen," she said. "A few weeks before school started. Really, the only reason we got married was because of our daughter."

"Daughter?"

"I got pregnant when I was fifteen."

It was around this time that my brain stopped working. I sat there, completely dumbfounded by all this information. Not only have I been dating and fucking married woman, but a MILF. A small tiny part of me was actually proud about the MILF thing.

"My husband and I have been having problems," she said. "He didn't want me going to school, saying I should stay home and take care of our daughter while he works. But I couldn't do that. We didn't part on good terms, and then I met you and started to like you and had feelings for you. At the time, I figured he and I would be getting a divorce. But then when I went home for Christmas, he was different. Supportive. He reminded me of why I fell for him when we were teenagers. So, that first night back, we... You know... And that led to me being pregnant."

"I see," I said. "I guess... Things are over between us."

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I honestly did think things were going to be over between me and him. And when it was, I was planning on telling you about my daughter."

"I guess this explains why you didn't want me to come with you for Christmas."

"Pretty much, yeah... You're not mad at me, are you?"

"I can honestly say that I'm not mad," I said.

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"So," she said. "What did you want to tell me?"

"Oh, that," I said. "I kind of slept with my high school ex on Christmas eve."

Rosa sat there staring at me for a moment, and then started laughing. I was a little shocked by her reaction, and then it hit me. The absurdity of it all. I technically didn't cheat on her. She was the one that was cheating. I was just the other man in her life who ended up sleeping with someone else. I started laughing as well.

After we got ourselves under control, Rosa and I called it quits between us and parted as friends. The odd thing is, I really wasn't upset by it. While being with her was great, there was still something missing. I wasn't in love with her. I loved being with her. I loved having sex with her. But it didn't have that deep level connection.

"You lucky bastard," Jake said.

SLAP!

"Or maybe not."

I rubbed the side of my face where Lisa had just smacked me. "Let that be a reminder for the next time you think about giving into your animal urges and cheat on someone," she said.

"But..." I started to say.

"And don't give me that she's married line," Lisa said. "Like Jake said, you got lucky there. If she hadn't been married and cheating on her husband with you, you would've easily broken her heart. And then... Oooooooooh. By the time I was done with you, you'd be begging for just a slap across the face."

"You're kind of scaring me," I said.

"Good," she said. "Keep that in mind." Her demeanor changed and Lisa smiled at me. "Now, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."

Since Amy and Andy still hadn't returned, it was the just the three of us. We ended up eating at an In & Out Burger down the street from campus.

"So," I said as we sat down with our food. "How'd things go with Lisa's parents?"

"Surprisingly well... For the most part." Jake said. "I was a little nervous at first, especially since Lisa and her mom were off planning... some things. So that left me alone with her dad. But he was real cool. He could tell how much we loved each other and pretty much welcomed me into the family."

"Wow," I said. "Kind of sudden to do that. I mean, you two have only been dating, what..."

"Four months," Jake and Lisa said at the same time.

"Four months," I said. "And her dad thinks of you as a member of the family."

"Yeah, well..." Jake said.

"The only person in my family Jake didn't get along with was Granny Bernadette," Lisa said. "But then again, she hates everyone and everything."

"Really?"

"Dude, she hates the Muppets," Jake said.

"How the hell can you hate the Muppets?" I asked. "They're the freaking Muppets."

"Exactly," Jake said. "But she hates them."

"Tell him what happened on Christmas morning," Lisa said with a grin as she took a sip of her milkshake.

"Lisa helped me pick out a present for her," Jake said. "A little porcelain figurine of a kitty cat. A good present for a little old lady, right?"

"Yeah," I said.

"She unwraps it, looks it over, then throws it at my head, missing by that much," Jake said holding two fingers just a hair apart. "Then screams at me and calls me the antichrist."

"Everyone got so quiet, you could hear a fucking pin drop on a pillow," Lisa said.

"Wow," I said. "Must have been awkward."

"You have no idea," Jake said.

The next day was the last day of break before the new semester started, and was like any other day. I woke up, showered, got dressed, had breakfast, and then picked up my class schedule.

I had passed all my classes, so I was moving forward into the next sections.

"There you are," a familiar voice said. I turned around and saw Andy walking over to me.

"Hey," I said. "How was it going back home?"

"Not bad," Andy said as we left the admissions building and sat down outside. "Heard you had an interesting Christmas."

"You have no idea," I said.

"I still can't believe it," Andy said. "Married... You were boinking a married woman."

"Who boinked a married woman?" Amy asked as she joined us.

"Marc did."

"You cheated on Rosa with a married woman?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Rosa was the married woman," I said. "But yeah... I did sort of cheat on her."

I told Amy about what happened with Jessica.

"Damn that sounded hot," she said. "I never had a guy just take me and ravish me like that."

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to be ravishing or anything with anyone for a while," I said. "I'm taking a break from relationships."

"What, why?" asked Andy.

"Aside from all the women I've been with being psycho or married," I said.

"Hey," protested Amy.

"Present company excluded," I said.

"Thank you," she said.

"I still don't understand why you're giving up on women," said Andy.

"Not giving up," I said. "Just taking a break. Focus on school. Maybe see if I can get a job working in the school library."

"What about sex?" he asked.

"Aww, Andy," I said, chuckling. "I had no idea you felt that way about me. I'm touched. But I think we should just remain friends."

Amy giggled as Andy shook his head.

"You know what I mean," he said.

"Sex is good," I said. "But, you know... I went eighteen years without before I even had it. I think I can handle going a few months without again."

"Yeah right," Amy said.

"You think I can't?"

"No, you can't," she said. "Believe me, going without sex when you've never had it before is easier than going without it after you've experienced it. You'll be gagging for it in a week, two tops."

"Is that so?" I said.

"That's so," she said.

"Alright," I said. "I'll bet you I can longer without sex than you can."

Amy eyed me for a moment before saying, "Alright. You got yourself a bet. However, when I win. And I will win... You're going to model for me for a painting. In the nude."

"Okay," I said. "And since I'll be winning, when I do..."

I tried to think of something, but nothing I thought of sounded good.

"Oh," Andy said with a grin and then whispered something in my ear.

"Seriously?" I asked and he nodded his head. I looked at Amy and grinned. "When I win, you have to spend the day dressed... Like a clown."

All the color drained out of Amy's face and his smile instantly vanished.

"A c... clown?" she said, and then looked at her brother. "I'm going to kill you."

"You can pull out if you want," I said.

"That's what she said," Andy blurted out.

"No," Amy said. "It's fine... Not like I'm going to lose anyways, so..."

I could tell from her tone that she wasn't as sure as she was a moment ago. I figured it had to do with having to dress as a clown if she lost. See, Andy told me she had a major fear of clowns. What Amy didn't know was that if I won, I wasn't going to make her dress up like a clown. That wouldn't be cool. I just wanted to watch her sweat a bit.

Amy and I shook hands and the bet was on. Little did I know that Amy was formulating a plan to try and get me to lose.

It was almost a week after Amy and I had made the bet, and classes were in full swing. Gone was the 'welcome, this is what we're doing' stuff on the first day. Nope, This time is was reading around half a dozen chapters per class and two papers with a minimum of ten thousand words. All due within a week.

"I wonder if it's too late to get a job flipping burgers at McDonalds," I said one night as I sat on my bed and worked on my paper.

"No idea," said Jake. He was pretty much doing the same thing I was, except he had three papers due.

"Argh," Lisa groaned from her spot on the floor. "Stupid laptop."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Damn thing's freezing up on me," she said.

"I told you not to download all that porn," I said, earning a snicker of laugher from Jake. "Here, let me see."

Lisa handed me her laptop and I started to go through her system settings and memory. A made a few alterations, ran a quick virus scan, then handed it back to her. "There," I said. "Try that."

Lisa played around on her laptop for a few moments, and then said, "Thanks," as someone knocked at the door.

Jake set his papers aside, got up and answered it. "Marc, it's for you," he said, turning back to his bed and sitting down as I got up.

"Yeah," I said, looking at this gorgeous red head standing there. She stood there for a moment, biting her lower lip. "Something I can help you with?" Suddenly, she launched herself at me, her lips connecting with my own and her tongue bursting into my mouth, and one of her hands grabbing my crotch.

The surprised looks on Jake and Lisa's faces mirrored my own. It took me a few seconds to regain control of my senses and push this strange girl off of me. "Wow," she said with a grin. "The rumors are true."

And on that cryptic note, she turned and walked away with a smile on her face.

"Well that was odd," said Lisa.

"No shit," said Jake. "Shame about your self imposed celibacy, because she seemed to want you."

"Yeah," I said, and then it hit me. "Yeah... I'll be right back."

I left the room and headed upstairs.

"Yeah," Amy said as she opened the door.

"Nice try," I said as I walked into her room.

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a bit of a mischievous grin.

"You really think you can send some hot girl to my room, have her shove her tongue down my throat while giving me a squeeze and I'll just cave right in?" I asked.

Amy let out a disgruntled sigh. "Damn it," she said. "I told her not to be so out going. Girl has so tact."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"So who is she?" I asked.

"A friend from my European art history class," she said. "I told her I wanted to hook her up with someone, but that he was shy. She wasn't really interested till I told her how big you are."

"What do you mean, big?" I asked. She gave me a knowing look before glancing at my crotch.

"Oh," I said. "But I'm not that big. I'm average in length."

"A little above average," she said. "And, um... A nice thickness to it. Makes a girl feel nice and full."

"While I appreciate the compliment," I said, "you do realize that the gloves are off now."

"Oh, really," Amy said, arching an eyebrow.

"I was just going to sit back and let nature take its course," I said. "But now... Well, you'll see."

And with that said, I left her room. My mind buzzing with ideas to win the bet. This was going to be fun.

Over the course of the next few days, I worked on my plan to get Amy to cave in and lose the bet. Of course, she was trying her hardest to do the same to me. One night she invited me over to watch a movie some friends of hers who are studying film made. She put the movie on and it turned out to be a homemade porn with two girls going down on each other in a 69. 

"This is the best you got?" I said, laughing. "I'll just go and jerk off when it's over."

"Really?" she asked with an impish grin. Amy then cleared her throat and her door opened. In walked the two girls from the video, both wearing bathrobes. "I told them about you, and they're very interested in... Meeting you."

The two girls removed their robes, revealing their naked bodies to me. Before I knew it, they were sitting next to me, sandwiching me on the couch as Amy got up and headed for the door. "Have fun," she said as she started to leave.

It took every ounce of my will power, but I managed to get up and run out of the room, almost knocking Amy on her ass as I shoved passed her. I could hear her laughing as I ran down the hall towards the showers, where I stood under the very cold water for twenty minutes while still wearing my clothes.

"Oh, that's just mean," Lisa said later when I told her and Jake what Amy had done.

"You passed on a threesome?" Jake said, dumbfounded.

"It's okay," I said. "I have a plan. I'm gonna win this bet."

"You passed on a threesome," Jake said again.

"I don't know how anything can top what she tried to do to you," Lisa said.

"A threesome," Jake said.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm an idiot. But I told myself I was taking a break for a while, and I'm sticking too it."

"My hats off to you," Lisa said. "You've got better self control than I do. If I go more than a day without fucking Jake, I'm climbing the walls."

"It's true," Jake said.

"So, what's your move?" Lisa asked.

I just smiled, pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number I had written on a scrap of paper that Rosa had given me. When I told her about what I wanted to do, she was more than happy to give me the number of a place.

"Yeah, hi," I said when the person answered. "Friday night is my friends birthday, and I'd like to acquire your services for her..."

That Friday night, we all went to the bowling alley.

"I'm surprised," Amy said as we sat down at a lane.

"About what?" I asked.

"You haven't tried anything yet," she said. "I really expected you to try something to get me to lose the bet."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I tempted you with a threesome and you walked away from it. I know that must have been... Hard... for you."

I chuckled when she accentuated the word hard.

"So," she continued. "Because of your pride, you passed up on it, and I'm guessing you have something big planned for me."

I glanced towards the entrance and saw what I was expecting. "You could say that," I said as two police officers walked over to us.

"Amy Ferris?" one of the cops asked.

"Yes? Amy said suspiciously.

"Will you please stand up ma'am," the other cop said.

"Is there a problem?" she asked.

"Just please stand up," the cop repeated.

"What's going on?" asked Andy as Amy stood up.

"I have no idea," Amy said.

"Put your hands behind your back," one of the cops said. Amy did and he slapped a pair of handcuffs on her.

"You're under arrest," the cop said.

"What?" Amy said, completely shocked.

"You have the right to remain silent," the cop continued, and then went through the whole speech.

"What the hell did I do? Why am I under arrest?" Amy asked, now sounding terrified as the cops walked her through the bowling alley, towards the bar area. The four of us followed, me doing my best not to laugh my ass off.

"Because," one of the cops said as they had her sit down on a chair. "You broke the law."

"What law?" Amy asked.

"The one of being too sexy," the other cop said. Suddenly loud techno music started playing, and the two cops started to strip. The look on Amy's face was priceless as she slowly figured out what was going on.

"You bastard," she said to me as the two male strippers grinded their thong covered crotches around her.

"I should point out," I said to Amy. "That they not only strip, but also give full service... Which has already been paid for. Enjoy."

Jake, Andy, and I started to leave, but Lisa was staying with the crowd of girls that started showing up when they realized that there were male strippers in the bar.

"Babe?" Jake said.

"You go ahead," Lisa said as she watched the two men dance. "I'm gonna stick around to keep an eye on... Amy."

"Yeah... Sure," Jake said. "How many singles do you need?"

"As many as you have," Lisa said. "For, um... You know... Amy."

"Right," Jake said sarcastically as he gave his girlfriend all the one dollar bills he had on him.

Jake, Andy, and I returned to our lane and had a few laughs and beers while we bowled.

"Gotta give it to you," Andy said. "You came up with a good one."

"I haven't won yet," I said. "Amy still has to sleep with one of them for me to win. But knowing your sister, having two cocks swinging in her face all night is gonna get her worked up to the point where she'll cave."

"Brilliant," Jake said.

A few hours passed by and when the strippers left, we were joined by Lisa and Amy.

"Thanks," Amy said, giving me a hug. "I haven't had fun like that in a while."

"Fun, as in..."

"She didn't do it," Lisa said. 

Damn it. I was so sure she would've caved in on that one. Now I had no more big ideas since I had used the biggest one I had.

We hung out for another hour or so and then started back towards the dorms. Amy walked a little behind us because she was texting at the same time.

"Can we talk for a bit?" Amy asked when we got back.

"Sure," I said. 

"In private?"

I nodded my head and went up to her room with her.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Look," she said. "This bet is getting crazy. I mean, strippers... Come on."

"Yeah," I said. "I guess you're right."

"So, I was thinking... If one of us calls off the bet, then has sex, it's the same as losing, but cheating the other person out of their victory. But if you and I have sex with each other, then we both win and lose at the same time, negating the bet completely."




The Four Years: Year One Ch. 09



"You're really that horny, aren't you?" I asked.

"God yes," she said. "Plus, I know you can't keep up fending off anything I throw at you much longer. So this works out best for the both of us."

I thought it over for a moment. She did have a point. Plus, I really didn't want to be a nude model for a painting. Not that I minded Amy seeing me naked. Hell, she already has before. I just don't fancy the idea of large groups of people at some art exhibit seeing me in all my glory.

"Alright," I said.

"Good," she said with a smile. "But... Um..."

"What?" I asked.

"Well, there's something I've always wanted to try," she said. "Do you trust me?"

"That depends," I said. "What do you want to do?"

Amy pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold.

"Kinky," I said. "So you want me to tie you up?"

"No," she said. "It's for you."

"Oh," I said. "But then, how am I supposed to anything?"

"You don't," she said. "I do all the work."

"Okay, let me get this strait," I said. "You handcuff me to the bed and do everything while I just lie there and enjoy it?"

"While blindfolded," she said. "That way all your other senses are heightened, making it more pleasurable."

"Hmmm," I said. "This is a tough one."

Amy pulled her shirt off, then reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.

"Okay," I said as I stared at her lovely breasts.

In hindsight, I know this was stupid of me to do. But I was really fucking horny, and when a topless woman is offering you sex when you haven't had any for almost a month, you'll agree to just about anything.

Amy and I stripped and she handcuffed my hands to the top of her bed.

"Ready?" she asked me and I nodded my head. She tied the blindfold over my eyes, and everything went dark. Soon, I felt Amy climb into bed with me and her body pressed against mine. She was right. My senses were heightened. Almost everything about her body felt new, yet familiar.

Every kiss along my body. The flick of her tongue across the head of my cock. The feeling of her nipples as they grazed across my chest and thighs. The tightness of her pussy as she rode me. The way her fingernails scrapped across me. The way she sucked on my neck, lightly nipping the flesh to the point where I knew I would have a nice set of hickeys in the morning.

It all became too much for me, and soon I was announcing my impending climax.

"Yes," she said. "Give it to me."

Wait, something was wrong. Her voice sounded like it was on the other side of the room. How could that be if she was...

"GOD DAMN IT!" I shouted as I came.

I had been had. Amy tricked me. I wasn't having sex with her. It was someone else. She conned me into losing the bet.

Whoever was fucking me started to cum, and I could feel her pussy grip and pull at my cock as it tried to suck me deeper into her body. As the mystery girl came down from her sexual high, she leaned in close to me ear and whispered, "Thank you for a wonderful first time," before climbing off of me. There was a rustling sound, followed by the door opening and closing.

"You suck," I said as Amy pulled the blindfold off me.

"Maybe," she said with an evil grin as she started to un-cuff my hands. "But you have to admit that I'm smarter than the average bear."

Begrudgingly, I nodded my head.

"So," Amy said as she sat down on her bed. "I'll let you know when I'm ready for you to model for me. Until then... Get out. I'm tired and need to get myself off before I go to sleep."



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 10



"I got to give it to Amy," Jake said after I told him what had happened when I got back to our room. He was packing up a change of clothes and some bathroom items because Lisa's roommate had moved in with her boyfriend, and so while she had the room to herself, they were going to take advantage of it. "She played you like a fiddle."

"Yeah," I said, thinking back to what had just happened. I had sex with someone I thought was Amy, but instead she had set me up by blindfolding me and having someone else fuck me in order to win a bet. Most guys would've been happy for that. Sex without any strings attached. But something kept replaying in my head. Something the mystery girl had whispered to me when it was over. 

"Thank you for a wonderful first time," she had said. What did that mean? Did she mean that she and I would do it again one day? Or was I her first? I didn't feel a hymen when she slid me into her, but not all girls still have one when the have sex their first time. I heard that some girls could break their own hymen while stretching or riding a bike. Or maybe she had gotten a little overzealous while masturbating.

"Well, I'm off," Jake said. 

"You know, this is kind of big for you two," I said. "It's kind of like moving in together."

"I know," Jake said with a smile. "It's gonna be great. Going to bed together every night. Waking up with her in my arms every morning."

"You guys have been doing that already," I said.

"True," he said. "But now we wont have to listen to you snore fucking logs all night."

Jake left the room, and I was on my own. That night, I didn't sleep much. The memories of what happened keeping me awake. I had to find out who that girl was.

"I'm not telling you," Amy said when I asked her the next morning. She looked like she hadn't slept much that night either.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because she told me not to," she said. "That was part of the deal. She gets to have sex with you and move on."

"Fine," I said. "At least tell me this... Was she a virgin before she and I did it?"

"I'm not telling you," Amy said. "Now if you'll please leave, I have to get dressed."

"So," I said. "Not like I haven't seen you naked before."

Amy looked at me with cold eyes.

"Alright, fine," I said. "Will you at least do me one favor?"

"Depends," she said.

"Whoever she is, tell her that last night was amazing and that I can't get her out of my head."

Amy sighed and said, "Fine. Now get out."

I left Amy's room, and she slammed the door behind me.

Even though it was Saturday, I still had a lot of work to finish before classes on Monday, so I grabbed my books and my backpack and headed for the library. On the way there, I ran into Andy, who had a couple books with him, as well as his laptop and two spiral notepads filled with all kinds of writing.

"Where you headed?" he asked me.

"Library," I said. "You?"

"Same," he said. "So much work to do, I can't get any of it done in my room because my roommate is being a total cockbite and blasting music, so I can't think."

"That sucks," I said.

"Seriously," said Andy. "I mean, do you know how hard it is to theorize the astronautical drift through intradementional plains without dismissing the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, while at the same time rewriting the laws of physics?"

"I was with you up to 'do you know how hard it is,' and then nothing but static," I said, wondering just what the hell Andy was studying.

"Yeah, well it's even harder with Sad But True by Metallica blasting in the background," said Andy.

When we got to the library, we grabbed a table and I set out to do my studying while Andy went off in search of more books that he needed. I was in the middle of reading a chapter when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Marc?" a female voice asked. I looked up and turned my head to see Roxanne standing there with a smile on her face. Roxanne, or Rox as I liked to call her, was in one of my classes this semester, where we sat next to each other, talking and occasionally joking before class starts.

"Rox," I said. "Hey, what's up?"

"Not much," she said. "Just came by to study. Mind if I..." She indicated to an empty chair at the table.

"No, go ahead," I said.

"Thanks," she said as she sat down. "I hate sitting by myself. Makes me feel like I'm back in high school."

"I know the feeling," I said.

"You were a loner too?" she asked.

"For three and a half of the four years of school," I said.

"What about the other half a year?"

"I sort of had a girlfriend. But, um... Yeah, that's not something I want to think about."

"Bad break up?" she asked

"Not really," I said. "More of some things that came to light and happened when I saw her during Christmas break."

I could tell that Rox was curious, but she didn't push me to tell her more.

"Holy crap," she said as Andy returned with a book cart full of books. "You starting your own library or something?"

"Ha, ha," Andy said sarcastically. "If only. I need all these books to study and do research."

"Dude, seriously. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. "All those classes you're taking, long hours working on projects."

"Don't ask," he said as he sat down and started going through the first of many books that night.

Roxanne and I did our work, occasionally chatting with each other. It was around eight that night when Amy showed up.

"Hey," she said as she sat down. "Roxanne? What are you doing here?"

"Hi Amy," she said.

"You two know each other?" I asked.

"You could say that," Amy said suspiciously.

"Yeah," Roxanne said. "I'm taking an art class, just to fill out my courses for the semester, and Amy is in it as well."

"Ah," I said.

"I'm going to grab some coffee before I get started," Amy said. "Anyone else want some?"

"Please," I said.

"Andy?" Amy asked.

"Sure," he said as he copied something out of a book.

"Alright," Amy said. "Roxanne, would you help me carry."

"Um, sure," she said, getting up and following her out of the library where the coffee cart was outside. There was something weird between them. The way they looked and regarded each other. A sort of sexual tension... Was Amy bi? Did the two of them go down on each other? I didn't know what Roxanne's preference was when it came to sex. She and I were friends, but not close enough to ask that kind of thing.

They returned a few minutes later with three coffees.

"Hey, I gotta go," Roxanne said as Amy sat down. She packed her books into her bag, looking kind of nervous. "I'll see you in class on Monday."

"Yeah, sure," I said as she quickly walked away. I looked at Amy and asked, "What was that about?"

Amy shook her head slightly and said, "No idea."

That Monday when I got to class, I sat down next to Roxanne. "Afternoon," I said.

"Um, hi," she said quietly, avoiding looking at me.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"No," Roxanne said. "I, just... I'm... I gotta go."

She grabbed her bag and ran out of the room, pushing past the teacher as she left. Weird. I decided that the next time I saw Amy, I would ask her if she knew what was up.

"I have no idea," Amy said when I asked her that night.

"Aren't you two friends?" I asked.

"Sort of," she said. "We talk during class while working on projects about this and that. But I wouldn't say that she and I are BFF or something like that."

"Damn," I said. "She's been acting really weird since Saturday night... I mean, I know I don't know her really well, but still... I'm kind of worried something's wrong."

"Probably her time of the month," Amy said. "Some girls get all emotional during that time and prefer to be alone."

"And you?" I asked.

"She punches me," Andy said as he rubbed his arm. "A lot."

Amy nodded her head.

Whatever Roxanne's problem was, it didn't end after a couple days. A few weeks went by and she still acted strange around me. January turned to February without any change. 

As Valentine's Day drew closer, I started to regret my self imposed no women rule. Love was in the air, and all the happy couples seemed to shove their coupleiness in my face.

"For the love of all things holy," Amy said. "Will you to knock it the fuck off."

The five of us were having lunch together two days before Valentine's Day, and Jake and Lisa seemed to be in full romance mode as they fed each other while staring into each other's eyes. Amy, much like myself, was very bitter about the upcoming day.

"I swear," she said, "I think I'm gonna vomit if I have to keep watching them."

"Tell me about it," I said as Jake fed Lisa a french fry. 

"Oh, relax you two," Jake said. "By the way, Marc. Um, I have a favor to ask you."

"If it's to gouge my eyes out so I don't have to watch anymore, the answer is yes," I said, causing Amy to laugh.

"Ha, ha," Lisa said.

"No," Jake said. "I... We, need the room all day on Saturday."

"Why?" I asked, and both Jake and Lisa looked at me like I was stupid for asking that question.

"Fine," I said. "But stay the hell off my bed this time."

"We'll do our best," Lisa said.

"You should also find somewhere else to spend the night," Jake added.

"Oh, come on," I said. "You guys can't seriously be planning on going..."

They both nodded their heads yes.

"Amy, can I..." I started to ask.

"Sure," she said. "But don't expect me to sleep with you."

"Furthest thing from my mind," I said as some guy walked over to us.

"You Marc?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said and he handed me an envelope.

"Some chick asked me to give you this," he said as I took it.

"What chick?" I asked and he looked around.

"I don't know," he said. "I don't see her."

"What did she look like?" Lisa asked.

"Um..." the guy said as he thought. "She, um... Honestly, I don't remember. I'm pretty fucking baked right now."

He then turned and walked away.

"What is it?" asked Andy.

"Can I open it first?" I said.

"Sorry," he said as I opened the envelope and pulled out a letter.

Dear Marc

Roses are red Violets are blue I know this sounds lame But I'm in love with you

S.A.

"Who the fuck is S.A.?" asked Andy.

"Secret Admirer, dumb ass," Amy said.

"Bite me," Andy said.

"That is so cool," Lisa said as she reread the note. "I wonder who it is?"

"No idea," I said.

"Maybe it's that girl Amy tricked you into sleeping with," Jake said, and we all looked at her.

"I don't know," she said. "She and I really haven't talked much since then."

"Come on Amy," I said. "You gotta tell me who she is. I mean, if it is her who sent me this note, I'd like to know."

"I can't," she said. "She made me swear not to tell you."

"But," I said, waving the note.

Amy let out a sigh and said, "Tell you what. If I see her again, I'll ask her if she sent it."

"Thanks Aims," I said, giving her a hug.

"But I seriously doubt it's her," she said. "If she did want to see you again, I doubt she'd send you that lame poem."

"It's not lame," Jake said.

"Yeah," said Lisa. "It's really sweet."

"Whatever," Amy said as she stood up. "I got a class."

Checking my watch, I realized I was going to be late to my next class if I didn't get going. "See you guys later," I said, grabbing my bag and hoofing it across campus. I swore to myself then that next year I would schedule my classes better so I wasn't running back and forth all day.

The class I had was the one with Roxanne. I sat in my normal seat, expecting her to see me when she walked in, and then to the other side of the room like she had been for the last few weeks. Instead, she came right up and sat down next to me.

"Hey, hey, hey," she said with a smile.

"Hi," I said, a little surprised. She had pretty much been ignoring and avoiding me for weeks, and now...

"Sorry about blowing you off recently," she said. "The teacher told me my grade was slipping in the class. Mostly because you and I goofing around. So I needed to be by myself to be able to concentrate. But, after that last test, my grade is back up, so we can mess around again... I mean, not mess around like that... Just... Well, you know."

That was one of the things I liked about Roxanne. She had such a cute way of putting her foot in her mouth sometimes.

"It's cool," I said. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Not much," she said. "This and that. You?"

"Same," I said. "Was wondering what was up with you, but now I know."

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "I understand."

The next morning when I woke up, there was an envelope on the floor near the door. I picked it up and saw my name written across the front. When I opened it, I saw it was another note from my secret admirer.

Dear Marc

Words cannot describe the feelings I have for you. From the day you and I first met, I felt something special for you. And as the days have passed, that feeling has grown into love. But at the same time I am afraid. I am afraid that you do not feel for me the way I do for you. I am afraid of telling you in person just how I feel because I do not want to see your face when you reject me. So here I am, writing this letter and telling you of my love from afar. Maybe one day soon I can work up the courage to tell you all my heart desires of you. If only there was a sign that could be given to let me know you love me too.

S.A.

I felt strange after reading that letter. Not a bad kind of strange, just... I don't know. But I couldn't get it out of my head that there was someone out there in love with me, and I didn't know who she was. She wouldn't tell me who she was because of fear. 

On Valentines Day, I got another letter from my unknown love. Then a week later another. And another a few days after that. In each one, she bared her heart and soul to me about her feelings, yet kept guarded enough to not even let the tiniest of hints who she was. When I asked Amy about that girl, she told me that it wasn't her, then quickly had to leave for class. Jake and Lisa became very interested in it, and one night spent hours going over each letter in the hopes of determining some hidden code in them.

"You know, like in the Da Vinci Code," Jake said. "Like how all of Da Vinci's works had hidden clues in them, maybe her letters are the same way."

"Sweetie," Lisa said. "As much as I love you, sometimes you make me wonder if you have brain damage."

"What?" he said as I chuckled. "It could happen. She might be a huge fan of the book, and uses it to hide the truth of who she is. That way Marc has to work it out and then when he does, she can know he's the perfect guy for her because he was smart enough to figure it out."

"Just stop," Lisa said with a smile. "Please, before you embarrass yourself even more."

"Come on," he said. "What do you think Marc?"

"Honestly," I said. "Well... I think that's the most ridiculous thing I have ever herd."

"Bah," he said. "You guys have no imagination."

"Just promise me this," Lisa said. "You'll never do anything like that to me. Because if you do, I'll cut you off from all of this," she waved her hand over her body, "for a very long time."

Jake sighed and said, "Fine... Now I have no idea what to do for our one year anniversary."

"Dinner, flowers, and mind blowing sex," Lisa said. "That's all I ask for."

"How is that any different than any other day for you two?" I asked.

"That's why I asked for dinner and flowers," Lisa said with a grin.

"Ahhh," I said. "Of course."

Over the next month, I got three more letters. All of which had my secret admirer telling me how much she loved me from afar, as well as a couple of naughty dreams she had of me which turned me on to no end and resulted in a few jerk off sessions in the shower, at night of course when there was pretty much no body there.

Spring Break was approaching, and the five of us decided to stick around instead of going to Mexico. Mostly because Andy was worried he'd get arrested for something, thrown in jail, and forced to take part in a donkey show... The kid might be a little off at times, but god bless him. He can be just to damn cute with how innocent he is.

The weekend before Spring Break, the school had emptied of so many students so fast you would have thought there had been an emergency evacuation of the area.

Saturday night was spent at the bowling alley, playing game after game while drinking. The place was pretty much dead with less than a dozen other people there.

Sunday we all spent the day nursing hangovers... Well, all of us except Andy. For some reason, he could drink like a fish and not have any of the side effects the following day. I think we all wanted to hurt him that afternoon because of his chipper attitude.

Monday I got another letter. Which meant that she was still here during break. I read the letter three times after I opened it. Once again my secret admirer told me her feelings. As with each letter, I felt myself grow closer to this girl I didn't even know.

"I think I'm in love with her," I said over breakfast. It was just Jake and me. Andy was off doing something. Amy was still asleep and told us to fuck off when we stopped by her room to see if she wanted to join us. And Lisa was feeling a bit sick with a cold. Jake had told her he'd stay with her, but she sent him away because she didn't want him to get sick as well.

"Who?" Jake asked.

"No idea," I said.

"Well that answers my question," he said.

"No," I said. "I mean I don't know who she is because she hasn't told me."

"Oh, you mean..."

"Yeah," I said. "Her."

"Hey guys," Roxanne said as she joined us. "What are you talking about?"

"Marc's got a stalker," Jake said with a chuckle.

"Not a stalker," I said. "Some girl who has been sending me love letters for a couple months now."

"Seriously?" Roxanne asked.

"Yeah," Jake said. "She seems to really be in love with him."

"You've read them?" she asked.

"Some of them," Jake said. "But just the early ones. Marc won't let me read the more recent ones because he says that they're very personal."

"Personal, how?" she asked.

"Just personal," I said. I never told any of them about the sexy stuff my secret admirer wrote to me. I knew it was meant just for me and her, and even though I had no idea who she was, I wouldn't betray her trust in me. It was one of the reasons she liked me. I know this because she said so in one of her letters.

"Come on, tell me," Roxanne said.

"No," I told her. "What she wrote to me in those letters is meant just for my eyes, and that's the way it's going to stay."

"Fine," she said. "Can I at least see the earlier ones?"

"Yeah," I said. "They're back in my room."

"Okay, let's go," she said, standing up.

"Can I finish eating my plastic tasting scrambled eggs, burnt English muffin, and bacon which is somehow uncooked on one half and super crispy to the point of being charcoal on the other?" I asked. The one thing that sucked about staying on campus during breaks was the back up crew working the cafeteria. The food was pretty much uneatable most of the time.

"Here," she said, slapping the eggs and bacon between the two English muffins and closing them together. "Breakfast sandwich, now let's go."

"Alright," I said, then looked at Jake. "You coming?"

Jake glanced at Roxanne for a moment and then at me. "Nah," he said. "I'm gonna finish eating, then head over to the deli a few blocks off campus and get Lisa some of that soup she likes."

"Okay," I said as I stood up. "Tell her I said I hope she feels better soon."

"Will do," Jake said just as Roxanne grabbed my hand and started to drag me out of the cafeteria.

When we got to my room, I pulled out the shoebox I kept the letters in. "Here," I said, handing her the first couple that I had been given. Roxanne read each one, occasionally aww-ing, and saying "that is so sweet and romantic". 




The Four Years: Year One Ch. 10



"What about the others?" she asked, seeing the other letters in the shoebox.

"I told you, those ones are a little more private," I said. "It wouldn't be right to show them to you."

"Why?" she asked. "What do they say?"

"Private things," I said.

"Such as?"

"Just that," I told her. "Private. As in, no one be me and her knows what they say."

"Hey Marc, I was wondering if you had a copy of..." Amy said as she walked in and then stopped when she saw Roxanne there. "What are you doing here?"

"I was, um..." Roxanne started to say.

"I brought her here to show her some of the letters my secret admirer had sent me," I said.

Amy arched her eyebrow in the way only she can and looked at Roxanne, who was blushing as she looked away. It was like the two of them knew something.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Tell him," Amy said.

"No," Roxanne said.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Tell him or I will," Amy said.

"I can't," Roxanne said.

"What can't you tell me?" I asked.

"She wrote you those letters," Amy said.



The Four Years: Year One Ch. 11



You ever have one of those moments were you find something out, and that it makes perfect sense, and yet still can't begin to believe it? I'm having one of those moments right now.

Let me get you all up to speed on everything while I try and figure this out myself. After my last girlfriend Rosa turned out to be married, I decided to take a break from relationships and women and focus on school. This led to a bet with my friend Amy, who said it couldn't be done. And so the bet was made over which one of us would have sex first. We both tried to tempt the other, and failed. Which led to her coming up with the idea of us negating the bet by sleeping with each other. However, she wanted to tie me up and blindfold me. I agreed, and that's how she tricked me into fucking some strange girl, who I didn't know, and lose the bet.

Then, just before Valentine's Day, the letters started from a secret admirer. I didn't know who she was, but her letters told me she was in love with me. Over the course of two months, more and more letters came. Each one with my secret admirer baring her soul to me, along with a few naughty dreams she had.

Which brings us to today. The first day of Spring Break. I'm in my room with my friend Roxanne, who wanted to read some of the letters. Amy burst into the room to ask me for something, but things got weird when she saw Roxanne there. That's when Amy dropped the bomb on me...

"She wrote you those letters," Amy said.

I looked at Roxanne, who was blushing and suddenly seemed very interested in her shoes.

"Right," Amy said. "It's obvious you two have a lot to talk about, so I'll just go."

Amy started to leave, but then stopped, looked back at me and added, "She's also the one you fucked that night when I won the bet."

I felt like I had been hit with three tons of bricks when Amy said that.

Roxanne and I sat there in silence for almost ten minutes. The whole time, she looked like she wanted to run, but she didn't.

I really didn't know what to say. I kind of had this mental image of my secret admirer in my head, and she looked nothing like Roxanne. In fact, she was one of the last people I would've expected to be my secret admirer.

"Fuck, I can't take this anymore," Roxanne suddenly blurted out. "Will you just tell me what a psycho I am and how much you hate me and that you never want to see me again so we get this over with."

She was on the verge of crying, so I pulled her close and hugged her.

"Why would I say that?" I asked her.

"Because it's true," she said, letting the tears come.

"Oh, Rox," I said. "Come on... It's okay." I hugged her a little tighter. "I don't think anything bad about you. I'm just... Just trying to wrap my head around this is all. It's a lot to take in all at once because I never thought I'd get to meet the girl who wrote me those letters. And then it turns out, she's been right in front of me all this time."

"But we barely know each other outside of class," she said.

"Not true," I said. "I know so much about you." I held up one of her letters. "Honestly, each time I get one of your letters, I feel closer to you. Each time I read one, I can feel myself falling for you."

Roxanne looked up at me. Her eyes full of tears. Her cheeks shiny and wet. Her bottom lip trembling. "Really?" she asked.

"Really, really," I said, and then gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. "In fact, if you don't believe me, ask Jake what I said just before you showed up this morning."

"What did you say?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper.

"I told him," looking her in her eyes, "that I was falling in love with you."

Roxanne's eyes shot wide open when I said that.

"And now that I know who you are," I continued. "I don't feel any different."

I leaned down a little and gently pressed my lips to hers for a moment. Roxanne buried her head into my chest and let out a deep sigh.

"So what happens now?" she asked.

"Whatever you want," I said.

"I like this," she said. "Being held by you."

"Then I guess I'll never let you go," I said.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. Then Roxanne asked, "Can we do this while lying down?"

"Of course," I said, and we moved to lie down on my bed. Roxanne was just a few inches shorter than me, so it was kind of a tight fit on my small bed. But it worked out for the best because it meant that we could just hold each other closer.

It wasn't long before Roxanne fell asleep. As I listened to her breathing shallow, with the occasional light snore, which I swear sounding really cute and adorable, I felt myself slowly start to drift off to sleep.

When I awoke later, it was just a few minutes past noon. Roxanne was awake, with her head propped up on her arm as she watched me.

"Sleep well?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said with a smile. "You?"

"The best sleep I ever had," she said, returning my smile. "I don't know what it is, but I just feel so safe and comfortable with you."

Roxanne laid her head back down on my chest. As we both enjoyed the silence of just being with each other, I started to think about something else Amy had said.

"Was what Amy said true?" I asked.

"Of course it was," Roxanne said. "I think we already established that I was the one who wrote those letters. Or are you doubting my feelings for you?"

"No," I said. "Not that... The other thing."

"Oh," she said. "That."

"Yeah," I said.

"You're not mad about that, are you?" she asked.

"No," I said. "Did Amy tell you what I said afterwards?"

"That you couldn't stop thinking about me?" she said. "Yeah, she told me. That's what got me thinking of you in the way that I do. Before, I just wanted to have sex, you know. Just to get it over with. Amy and I were talking about it during class one day, and I asked her if she knew anyone she could trust to make my first time a good one, because I didn't want to get with some guy that would just worry about himself and not care if I get any pleasure from it. That's when she told me about you. That even during your first time, you did everything you could to make it enjoyable for her as well. So she and I started working on a way to get you to take my virginity."

"But you didn't have your cherry," I pointed out.

"I haven't since I was fifteen and my older sister gave me a vibrator for my birthday," she said. "I got a little carried away and popped it myself. Which turned out to be a good thing because that meant that I could just enjoy my first time and not have to deal with the pain. And believe me when I say it was painful. Anyways, Amy and tried to find a way to get you to be with me. But you had that thing going on about taking time off from women.

"Then that night happened when you got those strippers. Amy came up with an idea and texted me with it. I figured, why the hell not, and agreed. I was waiting right next to the stairs when you guys came up."

Roxanne looked up at me and said, "You didn't even notice me when you passed by me."

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay," she said, putting her head back down. "I was trying not to be noticed. So after you went into her room I waited outside her door for her to let me in once you were all set up and waiting. You know what happened after that."

"I do," I said. 

"Anyways," Roxanne continued. "A few days later, Amy told me what you said about not being to think about anything but me. As the days went by, I thought about that more and more. That, combined with how well you and I got along in class, I just couldn't help myself from falling in love with you. But at the same time, I was worried. I was afraid that if you found out it was me, you'd be weirded out since we were such good friends. That's when I decided I would write you those letters."

"So, if Amy was cool with you and I doing it, why did she act all weird when you and I were talking in the library?" I asked.

"She was looking out for you," Roxanne said. "After Rosa and Becky. Yes, I know about that, she didn't want to see you getting hurt again, and that I should just leave it as it is and move on. That was another reason for the letters. She was a little pissed at first when she found out that it was me. But I told her that this way I could tell you how I felt and see how you felt about me without either of us being together and getting hurt from rejection. She said she understood and that she wouldn't tell you. But recently for the last few weeks, she's been telling me that I have to tell you the truth. And I tried... I really did, but I was still afraid that you'd learn that it was me and not like me anymore. I guess that's why she told you this morning."

"Well, I'm glad she did," I said, and kissed the top of her head.

We stayed in bed like that all day. Just talking. Getting to know each other better. As the sun started to set, we decided to go get something to eat. We both settled on Carl's Jr. 

"I have to say that today is the happiest day of my life," Roxanne said as we walked across campus and back towards the dorms.

"Today was a good day, wasn't it," I said.

"What do you mean was?" she asked. "The day isn't over yet."

"It's not?" I asked, and she just smiled at me and shook her head. Roxanne grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into the building.

"When's Jake coming back?" she asked as we walked up stairs.

"Probably wont," I said. "If he didn't come back this afternoon, then he's gonna be staying with Lisa."

"Perfect," she said as we reached my floor. After I unlocked and opened the door, Roxanne shoved me inside the room and onto the bed.

"Hey now," I said as I watched her close and lock the door.

"I've been dreaming of doing this again ever since the first time," she said, her voice in a husky whisper.

"Doing what?" I asked, playing stupid. She just smiled at me as she pulled her shirt off. Roxanne's breasts weren't large. Maybe a small B cup. But still, they looked absolutely perfect in the purple bra she had on.

As I sat there in total awe, Roxanne continued to take her clothes off. Next was her bra, and I felt my mouth begin to water when I saw her hard little nipples come into view. She kicked her shoes off, followed by her socks.

"I have a confession to make," she said as she stood there in just her jeans.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I, um..." she started to say, but trailed off.

"What is it?" I asked. "Come on, you can tell me anything."

"Remember when I went to the bathroom after we ate?" she asked, and I nodded my head. "Well..." she said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of purple panties. "I sort of took them off."

Roxanne tossed them to me as she giggled. I caught them and felt how damp they were. When I looked back towards her, she was in the process of unzipped her jeans. I could see the small bit of hair she had, which looked to be shaved into a landing strip.

"You know," she said, stopping. "This isn't fair. Here I am, pretty much naked, and you're still dressed."

"Oh, sorry," I said as I stood up and started to strip as fast as I could. Roxanne started to giggle as I hopped around, trying to take my shoe off, which ended with me falling onto my bed.

Finally, I was down to just my boxers and was about to drop them when Roxanne stopped me and said, "Please... Can I?"

I nodded my head and she smiled as she kneeled down in front of me. Slowly, she pulled my boxers down and let them fall to the floor.

"It's even better than I remember," she whispered, more to herself than to me. Looking down at her, I saw her staring at my cock with wide eyes as she licked her lips. She then looked up at me.

"I so want this in my mouth," she said. "But even more so, I want you to fuck me." She shoved me back down onto my bed. As I lie there looking up at her, she removed her jeans and kicked them onto Jake's bed. Roxanne then climbed on top of me, took a hold of my hard cock and slid down on it.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" she cried out, and I felt the walls of her cunt ripple around me. Could she have just... No. No way. She couldn't have just cum feeling my cock slide into her. Could she?

"Oh wow," Roxanne said as she tried to catch her breath. She sat there for a few moments before she started to move herself up and down. After every sixth downward motion, she would grind her hips against me, stimulating her clit. I reached up and tweaked one of her nipples between my fingers, which caused her to cum.

"Oh my god," she moaned, and once again I felt the walls of her pussy grab and pull at me. It was all I could take, and soon I was cumming with her. Her orgasm was just started to stop when my seed poured into her body, causing her to start anew.

I pulled Roxanne down to me and kissed her deeply and passionately. Our tongues dueling together in our mouths.

After our long kiss, Roxanne rested her head against my chest.

"Wow," she said. "That was better than I remembered."

"Yeah," I said. "And this time I actually got to participate."

Roxanne started to giggle as my now soft cock slid out of her. She rolled off of me, and cuddled up close on my small bed. It was a little chilly in the room, especially with a sweat soaked bodies starting to cool down, so I pulled my blanket over us as she nudged herself even closer to me.

"I love you," she said in a slightly sleepy voice.

I felt my heart beat extra hard a couple times when she said that. I kissed the top of her head and said, "I love you too."

Soon, the both of us were drifting off to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of Roxanne kissing me along my neck.

"Good, you're awake," she said, then went back to kissing my neck.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Around three I think," she said, then resumed her kissing as her hand moved down my chest and gripped my hard shaft, causing me to let out a groan.

"Make love to me," Roxanne said as she lay on her back, legs spread. I smiled and then kissed her as I positioned myself between her thighs before slipping my cock into her wet pussy. We fucked each other like that very slowly for nearly thirty minutes, the both of us kissing most of the time, before I finally came inside her.

I rolled off of her and onto my back, and Roxanne rested her head on my chest and soon we both fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I was alone. I started to wonder if it had all been a dream, but quickly dismissed that since I was naked and never slept in the nude unless I had gone to sleep with someone after sex.

The door to the room opened and Roxanne walked in with a small white paper bag with two large cups of coffee.

"Morning," she said as she closed the door and then sat on my bed. "Sleep well?"

"The best," I said as I grabbed her, pulling her towards me, and kissing her.

"Mmmm," she purred as the kiss ended. "I can get used to that."

"Me too," I said, and then looked at the bag.

"Oh," Roxanne said. "I woke up early, and since you looked so cute while sleeping, I snuck out and got us breakfast."

"Wow," I said as she handed me my coffee. "Smart. Funny. Incredibly gorgeous. And you brought me..." I reached into the bag and pulled out, "doughnuts?"

"It was either that or cardboard pancakes from the cafeteria," she said.

"Then you made the perfect choice," I said and give her a quick peck on the lips.

"You know what I want to do," Roxanne said as we ate breakfast.

"What?" I asked, figuring I had a pretty good idea, which obviously showed on my face.

"Not that," she said with a smile. "We'll do that later... No, what I want to do is go to Disneyland."

"Okay," I said. "Let me grab a shower, then we'll go."

"Not today," she said. "I can't today. I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. But tomorrow..."

"Alright," I said.

"And we should invite everyone to," she said. "Since you and I are together now, it will be a good chance for them to get used to me being apart of the group."

I thought for a moment and then nodded my head. "That's a good idea," I said.

After we finished eating, I threw some shorts on since it was warm out. Roxanne and I sat and talked for a while, then made out for a half hour before she had to go to her doctor's appointment.

"Nothing serious," she reassured me. "Just a yearly checkup, plus I need to get my birth control prescription refilled."

"That'd be a good idea," I said, then gave her a wink.

"Alright, I'm gonna go before I rip your clothes off and have my way with you," she said with a hint of a laugh. She gave me a quick kiss and then left.

Shortly after Roxanne left, I called Jake to see how Lisa was feeling.

"Oh, she's much," Jake started to laugh. "Hey, the tickles... Sorry. She's doing much better. I guess it was one of those twenty four hour bugs or something like that... Will you knock it off, I'm on the phone."

"That's okay," I heard Lisa said. "I can still do my thing while you talk to Marc."

"What are you... Oh god yeah," Jake moaned.

"Look, I can tell that you're, um, busy," I said. "Why don't you and Lisa come by when you're done. I have something I need to tell you guys."

"Okay," Jake said. "We'll be by in... Oh sweet nelly... By in a few hours."

The other end when dead, and I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. The two of them have been together since pretty much the beginning of the school year, and they still act like newlyweds on their honeymoon. I wonder if Roxanne and I will be like that after being together for a while? I'd like to think so.

Since I had some free time, I figured it would be a good time to get some laundry done. I grabbed all my dirty clothes and stuffed them into a laundry bag. Just as I was grabbing my wallet and keys, Amy and Andy showed up.

"So, what happened?" Amy asked.

"Hello to you to," I said.

"Yeah, yeah, hi," Amy said. "Now what happened after I left? Did she get all upset and run away crying?"

"No," I said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have laundry to do."

"That's fine," Amy said. "I need to do mine as well. And fuck all knows when the last time Andy did his."

"Three days ago," Andy said. "But I'll still tag along. There's a Taco Bell next to the laundry place, and I'm hungry."

"Fine, lunch and laundry," Amy said as she started to leave. "Then you can tell me what happened between you and Roxanne."

Amy left for her room as Andy and I headed downstairs.

"What happened between you and Roxanne?" Andy asked.

I just smiled a little bit as we headed down the stairs. After a few minutes, Amy joined them as she carried a laundry bag of her own. The three of them headed off campus and a few blocks to the local laundry mat, which was pretty much empty since most students were away for Spring Break.

"Alright," Amy said as she started to separate the laundry. "Spill it."

"Spill what?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"You and Roxanne," she said, sounding a little miffed. "How badly did you break her heart?"

"What makes you think I did?" I asked as I started to load the washing machine with my clothes.

"Please," Amy said. "Two reasons. One, she wasn't by your side when I saw you. And two, you guys have like, nothing in common. It's like comparing a banana to a bowling ball."

"A banana and a bowling ball?" I asked.

"Long story," Andy said, who was sitting on top of the washing machine next to the one I was using. "And will you two hurry up, I'm starving here."

"You're a big boy," I said. "You can go next door and get yourself a taco by yourself."

"No he can't," Amy said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I'm broke," Andy said.

"You're broke?" I asked. "Don't you get money from your parents, and whatever group is spending all that money to send you to school?"

"Yeah," said Amy. "But ever since he turned eighteen, he's spent almost all of it on porn."




The Four Years: Year One Ch. 11



I looked at Andy and he just shrugged. "What can I say," he said. "I'm young, horny, and I don't have enough time to find a girlfriend. So I do what I got to do."

"Do what you got to do?" Amy said. "Seriously, you have a stack of magazines half my height in your closet."

"Seriously?" I asked, and Amy nodded.

"And some of it is fucking weird shit," she said.

"Hey," Andy said. "Hentai is not weird."

"Yes it is," Amy said. "When a chick is getting anally raped by a space aliens tentacle, it counts as fucking weird."

"I gotta agree with your sister," I said. "That shit is kinda weird."

"Whatever," Andy said. "Can I have some money so I can get some nachos?"

"Here," Amy said, handing him ten dollars. "And get me a taco supreme while you're there."

"Will do," Andy said as he hopped down from the machine. "You want anything?"

"I'm good," I said, and Andy walked out of the laundry mat.

Amy remained silent until I started the washing machine. "Okay," she finally said. "Now tell me what happened."

"Not much," I said. "She and I talked for a while. Cuddled. Took a nap. Went out to dinner... Some other stuff."

"You fucked," Amy said.

"Maybe," I said with a smile. "Then again, I'd like to think of it as she and I made love. At least, the second time we did."

"Only twice?" she asked. "You did Rosa three times in one night."

"I was also so drunk that I don't remember having sex with her that night," I pointed out. "For all I know, it could've been really quick five minute fucks."

"I seriously doubt that," Amy said. "I was your first and if I remember correctly, you lasted a decent amount of time for someone who'd never done it before. Which reminds me, I haven't been fucked in a while."

"Can't help you there," I said.

"Like I want you to," she said. "Anyways, there's a guy in one of my classes that's been flirting with me. From what I can tell, he's packing a big brush, so I think I'll see if he'd be interested in a night of fun."

"Good luck with that," I said. Outside I seemed calm, but a small part of me inside felt a pang of jealousy for some reason. Probably because Amy was my first, and deep down I felt a bit protective of that. Yeah, the must be why. 

"So you and her are together now," Amy said. "Heh."

"Yep," I said. "And tomorrow, we're going to Disneyland."

"Wow, Disneyland for a second date," she said.

"Not really a date," I said. "She wants you guys to come along as well. You know, so she can get to know everyone, and you guys can get to know her."

"Really?" Amy asked. "Interesting."

"So what do you say?"

"Well... I haven't been since my parents took me and Andy when I was five, so..." Amy thought for a moment as she leaned against the washing machine. "Yeah, sure. It'll be nice to go on something other than Mr. Toad's Wild Ride."

I had to fight the urge to make the obvious joke, and it seems Amy was waiting for it.

"Not even gonna take the open joke?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. "Too easy."

"Just like Becky when she went out with creepy Carl," Amy said with a half grin.

"That's low," I said, and her grin faded.

"Yeah, sorry," she said. We were silent for a few minutes before Amy asked, "What do you think happened with her anyways? Think she kept the baby?"

"No idea," I said. "I haven't talked to her since right before she went out with creepy Carl."

"I don't think I could do it," Amy said.

"Do what, go out with creepy Carl?" I asked.

"Fuck that, I know I can't do that," she said. "Just thinking about that makes my stomach churn... No, I'm talking about having a kid. I don't think I'd be a very good mom."

I just stood there as Amy looked at me.

"This is where you're supposed to say that I'd be a great mom," Amy said.

"Sorry," I said. "Just a little taken by surprise about where this conversation turned to. Why the sudden thoughts about you being a bad mom? You're not pregnant, are you?"

"What? No," Amy said, a little alarmed. "God no... Actually, I haven't had sex with anyone since you and I did it that night. Not that I don't want to. I just haven't found the right guy. I may like sex, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of slut that will fuck anything with a cock."

An elderly woman a few machines down gasped as Amy said that. "Well, I never," she said.

"Well, you should," Amy said. "And stop listening in on other peoples conversations, it's rude."

I shock my head and tried hard not to laugh as the old woman walked away in a huff.

"Anyways," Amy said. "I guess I've been thinking on and off about the whole 'being a mom' thing since we found out that Becky got pregnant. And how over protective my mom is with Andy and me... Especially Andy. You know, there are times where I wonder if mom actually regrets giving birth to him. Like she'd have preferred to keep him safe and secure in her womb for the rest of his life or something."

"That's an interesting mental image," I said. "A giant Andy shaped protrusion sticking out of your mom's stomach."

"Eww," Amy said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Anyways," Amy said after a moment. "I just don't think I'll ever have kids myself. You know, I like having my freedom. I like being able to go and do what I want, when I want."

"And who you want," I added.

"That to," she said. "I want to work on my art. I want to be able travel the world at the drop of a hat without some screaming little brat asking 'are we there yet' every ten seconds."

"See, you're only thinking about the negative aspects," I said. "What about the positives?"

"Such as?" Amy asked.

"Um..." I said, and tried to think.

"You can't think of one, can you?" she said.

"Not really," I said. "But you know what... I'm sure one day, when I'm much, much, much older, and I have a kid, I'll know what it is."

"You do that," Amy said. "And when you do, pick up the phone and call me. I'll be living free and having fun somewhere in Japan or Australia, or who knows where."

"Fucking hell," Andy said as he returned carrying a plastic tray of nachos. "Those people there are idiots. Couldn't get a simple fucking order like nachos without beans."

"Where's my taco?" Amy asked.

"Sorry," Andy said. "I got so hungry waiting for them to get my order right, I ate it."

"Of course you did," Amy said as she rolled her eyes.

After I was finished with my laundry and got back to my room, Jake and Lisa were there waiting for me.

"So what did you need to talk to us about?" asked Lisa.

"Well," I said as I dropped the bag of clean clothes onto my bed. "You guys obviously know about the letters."

"Yeah," Jake and Lisa said in unison.

"Well... I know who she is," I said.

"Who?" asked Lisa, obviously excited to find out who the mystery girl is.

"Roxanne," I said.

"No fucking way," said Jake. "No wonder she wanted to come up here with you yesterday. She wanted to tell you the truth."

"Actually... Amy told me," I said.

"Amy knew?" Lisa asked. "That bitch. I asked her if she had any idea on who it could be, and she swore to me that she didn't."

"Don't be mad at her," I said. "Roxanne made her swear not to tell anyone."

"Then why'd she tell you yesterday?" asked Jake.

"Well..." I thought for a moment. "Actually, I don't know for sure why. I never did ask her."

"Okay," said Lisa. "So found out that Roxanne is your secret admirer. What happened next?"

I told them everything. The cuddling. The nap. The talking. The sex. How she got up early to get us breakfast.

"I take it you love her as well?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah," I said. "At least, I'm pretty sure I do. I feel really happy when she's around. We get along really well."

"And the sex?" she asked. "How was it?"

"There's more to life than sex," I said.

"True," Lisa said. "But you can't have a healthy and happy relationship someone if there isn't anything going on in bed. Otherwise it's just a friendship where you guys actually just sleep in the same bed. And that's just sad, am I right?"

"So right," Jake said and they gave each other five.

"Alright," Lisa said. "I guess all that's left is for Jake and I to meet her so we can get to know her."

"And grill her for information?" I said suspiciously.

"Of course," Lisa said. "Nothing personal against her. But Jake and I want to look out for you. We've seen you get hurt too many times."

"It's only been twice," I said.

"Three if you count what Jessica told you about the time you were going out with her in high school," Jake said.

"Alright, three times," I said.

"Which is three times too many," Lisa said. "Before things go any further between you two, I want to talk to her. So I'm thinking the four of us go out to dinner tonight."

"Actually," I said. "She and I already talked about you guys meeting her, and she's looking forward to it and want to do it tomorrow."

"Alright," Lisa said. "Dinner tomorrow night."

"Well," I said. "She was actually thinking something along the lines of Disneyland."

"Disneyland?" Lisa said. "Why there?"

"So we can have fun," I said. "It is Spring Break after all, and it's Tuesday night. So far all we've done with our week off is go to the bowling alley one night and get drunk."

"He's right," Jake said. "Going to Disneyland does sound like fun. Plus, you've never been. I can show you Mr. Toad's Wild Ride."

"You show me that ride everyday," Lisa said with a grin.

"So?" I said, hoping to distract them before they started having sex right in front of me.

"Alright," Lisa said. "Why not." She then looked at Jake as she stood up. "Which means you and I need to go back to my room right now and have a few rounds of sex, then get to sleep so we're not dead tired tomorrow."

Jake jumped up, grabbed Lisa's hand, and dragged her out of the room saying, "See you tomorrow morning. Call us when it's time to go."

A few hours later, Roxanne showed up. I told her that everything was set for tomorrow and she was very excited by the news. So much so, that she dropped from my bed to the floor, unzipped my pants and slipped my quickly hardening cock into her mouth. After a few minutes of that, I pulled her up, took her clothes as well as mine, and we got into a sixty-nine position. I came first, and now with my full concentration, I doubled my efforts to get her off.

Roxanne cried out in pleasure as she came. The two of us then cuddled falling asleep.

The next morning, Roxanne woke me up a little after six. "Come on sleepy head," she whispered in my ear. "It's time to get up."

"Five more minutes," I grumbled.

"No, no," she said. "Time to get up now. You got to take a shower before we go."

"Alright," I mumbled as I stood up like a zombie and shuffled out into the hall, unaware that I was still naked.

"Hey Marc," someone shouted from down the hall. "I can see your noodle."

Suddenly I was wide awake and looked down. "Ah shit," I said and ran back into my room to find Roxanne doubled over with laugher.

"Couldn't have said something, could you?" I said.

"Sorry," Roxanne said as she tried to control her laugher. "It was just too good to pass up."

"Uh huh," I said as I grabbed her and pulled her right up against me. "You do realize that means I'm going to have to punish you for this."

"Ooooo," she smiled. "I like the sound of that. But it'll have to wait. You really need to shower and get dressed so we can get going. I want to be there when the park opens."

"Alright," I said and gave her a quick peck on the lips before letting her go. After a quick shower and shave, I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Just as I was tying my shoes, Amy and Andy walked into the room.

"Morning," a sleepy Andy yawned as he walked over to Jake's empty bed, fell down face first and pulled a pillow close to him.

"Don't mind him," Amy said. "He spent half the night in the science lab."

"Will he be alright for today?" Roxanne asked.

"Oh yeah," Amy said. "We'll stop and get him a soda on the way there, and once he sets eyes on the park, he'll have enough energy to rival the Energizer bunny."

"I'll keep going, and going... and going... and...zzzzzzzzz," Andy said as he fell asleep. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. 

"So, I got a question," Amy said. "There are six of us going, but Marc's car only sits five..."

"Oh yeah," I said, never having thought about how all of us would fit in my car.

"I have my car," Roxanne said. "So we'll go three and three."

"You have a car?" I asked.

"Of course," Roxanne said. "I'm local here in LA, so I don't bother living on campus."

"Where do you live? asked Amy.

"With my parents," Roxanne said.

"Your parents," I said, suddenly having images of her dad bursting into my room with a shotgun and screaming about me violating his little girl. "And how did you explain to them that you haven't been home the last two nights?"

"They know I'm staying with you," Roxanne said.

"They do?" I said, a little worried that those images might come true.

"Yeah," she said. "They're not old fashioned. They went to college. They know what happens. They're just happy that I'm spending the night with my boyfriend and not just some random guy. Though... They do think you and I have been dating for a few months no, so when you do eventually meet them, don't be surprised if they ask you if you plan on asking me to marry you."

"Marry?" I said, the color draining out of my face.

"Uh oh," Amy said. "I think we should end this conversation quick, before he has a stroke or something."

"Please," I said.

"Alright," Roxanne said. "We should get going anyways."

Amy walked over to her brother and slapped him on the arm. "Come on numb nuts," she said. "Time to wake up."

"Damn you," Andy said as he suddenly woke up. "I was having such a nice dream about Eliza Dushku and how she wanted me to lick whipped cream off her naked body."

"Did you?" Roxanne asked as we left the room.

"No," Andy said disappointedly. "I was just about to take my first lick when queen bitch woke me up."

Amy punched her brother on the arm just as we stopped in front of Lisa's room. I knocked on the door and a few seconds later, Jake and Lisa walked out.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Like spaghetti," Jake said. Lisa shook her head and said, "You are such a dork," with a bit of a grin on her face. "But I wouldn't have you any other way." Lisa gave him a quick kiss.

"Um, so, we're gonna have to take two cars," Roxanne said. "How are we going to do this?"

"Jake and I will ride with you," Lisa said to Roxanne.

Only one thought went through my head when I heard her say that. 'Uh oh'.

"Okay," Roxanne said, then turned to me. "I'll see you at the park." She gave me a peck on the lips and she, Jake, and Lisa headed towards her car while Amy, Andy, and I headed over to my car.

Within a few minutes of pulling onto the freeway, Andy said, "Are we there yet?" in a joking manner.

"I swear," Amy said, "as soon as we get there, I'm throwing your ass right off the top of the Matterhorn."