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First Semester Finals

By: JoeDreamer



A bloodcurdling scream rang out through the hallowed halls of Bastion Library. Instead of being paralyzed in fear or running to the aid of whoever cried out, most of the college students present simply laughed. One or two even added their voices to the cry. It was mid-December and finals week. The stress was getting to some more than others.

"I bet they have Professor Saxxon for chemistry too," I grumbled more to myself than anyone specific. That didn't stop the people at my table from overhearing and chuckling. The six of us had been sitting next to each other for almost two hours with barely a word said. I'd seen some of them around campus, but I didn't know any of them. 

"Or Profession Griggs for micro economics," the short and stocky guy next to me added.

"Or..." began one of the two girls who were clearly together. Everyone at the table laughed yet again, interrupting her. I was betting her and her friend were roommates. They were both blond, but the speaker was lithe with pale hair while her friend had a fuller built and golden blond locks. Neither was particularly tall or short, but the pale blond was probably an inch or so taller than her friend.

There were multiple libraries at our school, but Bastion was the closest to the freshman dorms and I was pretty sure everyone at my table was getting ready for their first set of college finals. You could tell by the burnt out look in each of their eyes.

"Either this college has an overabundance of bad teachers or we just aren't used to the pace," the third guy sighed. He was blond, thin and on the tall side. "And I thought college was going to be just like high school except with parties every night."

"Right," the stocky guy snorted. "I mean, I knew it would be harder, but not like this." 

I closed the cover to my laptop with a little more energy than usual, drawing everyone at the table's attention. "I've been studying the same stuff over an hour and none of it is sticking. I'm hungry and tired. I'd say it's time for a break."

"I'm with you," the tall blond guy said, closing the book he was studying. The other guy closed his laptop as well.

"I could use something to eat."

"How about you ladies?" I asked. "Are you in?" 

"Why not?" the pale blond smiled, but then looked at her friend to make sure she was okay with it too.

"Sure," the golden blond agreed, beginning to clean up. 

That left the third girl at our table who hadn't said a word yet. She had dark hair and deep brown eyes that somehow came across as both sexy and innocent at the same time. She was definitely the curviest of the three and exactly my type. Frankly, half the problem with my studying tonight was because having her at the same table was just too damn distracting. 

"How about you?" I kept my voice even so that my interest wouldn't be obvious.

"I think I'd better keep studying, but thanks anyway," she replied. I did my best to hide my disappointment. 

"We'll be at the student union if you change your mind," I offered before walking off with the others. I couldn't stop myself from glancing back at her just before we left the library. She was watching me, or maybe it was us. I blushed in either case and waved before walking out.

My four new friends ended up being a pretty interesting group. We hung out at the student union for an hour or so before breaking up, but not until after we agreed to meet again the next day at around the same time. The break obviously helped us all. The two girls were going back to their room to quiz each other while the guys decided to go to the gym. They asked if I wanted to go along, but I turned them down. Break time was over and I needed to go back to studying.

During the meal I had the feeling that the pale blond was growing interested in me. She was pretty and had a decent sense of humor. I could do a lot worse, but I didn't follow-up. I couldn't get the brunette from the library out of my head. 

I thought about going to my room to study, but my roommate would be there and that wouldn't be conducive to getting anything done. Benny was a good guy, but he was one of those naturally intelligent guys who didn't need to study. I think he had an eidetic memory. He refused to admit it, but when I asked him questions in on the one class we shared his answers were often from right out of the book, word for word. 

Benny also happened to be addicted to gaming and frequently would convince me to join him for a quick game. That inevitably morphed into a wasted night and right now I couldn't afford any more of them. 

The library was still packed despite the fact that it was getting late. I guess it made sense. Finals began in two days. I couldn't stop myself from going by the table I sat at earlier. I smiled to myself when I saw that the brunette was still there. She had her head buried in her notes. I would have sat near her, but unfortunately a group of guys had taken the rest of the seats at the table. That was probably a good thing in the long run. It let me focus on studying instead of her.

I moved across the room looking for somewhere to sit when a guy left one of the small alcoves right in front of me. I quickly took his place. The alcoves were in high demand because they offered a sense of privacy. An hour later I was buried in my chemistry notes when I felt a presence hovering nearby. I looked up to see the brunette watching me. I felt my heart skip a beat, and then it start pumping double time. 

It's not like she was beautiful. She wasn't, at least not in the classic sense, but there was something about her that spoke to me. Part of that was definitely her body. She was the type of girl that looked overweight in the heavy sweatshirt she was wearing until you looked closer. Sure, her breasts were on the large side and her hips flared out, but I was betting her stomach was as flat as my own. It was a very enticing look to me, not that her body was the only thing that caught my interest. I liked her smile, especially when her eyes lit up. They seemed to draw me in.

"Do you mind if I study with you?" she asked when she had my attention. "The guys at my table are more interesting in talking then studying."

"Still not ready to take a break?" I asked in reply as I made room for her. She smiled and entered the alcove.

"I'm almost done for the night. My break will be the walk home."

"Home?" I asked in surprise. 

"I'm a townie," she grinned as she settled in. A townie was what students called the people who lived in the town surrounding our campus. It was not meant in a positive way, mostly because it was usually used for those high school students who liked to crash our parties uninvited. 

There were all kinds of stories going around about guys who either ended up trapped into marrying a townie because she tricked him into getting her pregnant or guys who ended up in prison for sleeping with a girl from town who was underage. I had no idea if any of them were true, but the message was clear. Stay away from the locals. They could be dangerous.

"Maybe technically," I replied, knowing my interest in the brunette was too intense for me to ignore it despite the stories. "But I'm pretty sure you go here."

"And how would you know?" She was looking at me with those deep brown eyes of hers. They were laughing at me for some reason. 

"I'm observant," I replied neutrally, but then I added, "Besides, it's not like I could miss someone who looks like you." She tilted her head, giving me an intense look.

"Very smooth," she finally said. "But then again, college guys usually are."

"I'm Will Barone, what's your name?" I asked, ignoring her comment. She hesitated so I added, "I did agree to share my alcove with you."

"There is that," she laughed briefly before relenting. "My name is Bethany, Bethany Baker."

"Pretty name," I offered, but then clarified. "The first anyway."

"Hey!" she cried, but her eyes were still filled with humor.

"Shh, I'm trying to study." I'm not sure why I said that, but her shocked expression was well worth it. She shook her head and started pulling out whatever she was studying.

We sat there in companionable silence and studied. Well, she did anyway. I tried, but with her so close it was difficult at best. I was both disappointed and relieved when she finally started packing up about forty five minutes later. 

"I'm done for the night," she sighed, glancing at the time on her cell phone. "I'm actually running late."

"I'm done too," I said as I stood.

"Thanks for sharing your alcove," she added with a warm smile. "It helped. I'm done studying for everything except chemistry."

"Saved the worst for last?" I asked, causing her to laugh.

"I actually like chemistry. I heard you earlier talking about Professor Saxxon. If you passed her second test than you should do fine on your final. Just make sure to focus on her online study guide and you'll do fine."

"I passed the second test, but only by the skin of my teeth," I said as I threw my knapsack over my shoulder. I actually did pretty good on the test compared to a lot of the people I spoke to, but I wasn't used to getting low eighties for grades. For some reason my response made Bethany laugh again. 

"That's her 'make it or break it' test," she said confidently. "She uses it to weed out those who shouldn't be taking her class. Don't worry. No one gets an A on that test and Professor Saxxon grades on a curve." That was news to me.

"Are you an upper classman or something? How do you know so much about how she grades?" I thought they were fair questions, but Bethany ignored them.

"I've got to get home," she said instead. "Nice studying with you. I'm sure you'll do fine. Even in chemistry."

"Speaking about chemistry..." I tried, but she quickly shot me down.

"Seriously?" she snorted. "That's an actual line you use to hit on girls?"

"Just you," I retorted, trying to laugh it off, but I couldn't stop myself from blushing. "It's not my only one."

"I should hope not!" she said, joining me in laughter briefly before adding, "But don't bother trying. I'm not dating these days. Boys are too big of a distraction and definitely not worth the pain."

"Sounds like someone got her heart broken," I sighed in disappointment.

"Haven't we all?" she asked in reply. 

"Amen," I said, refusing to think about what happened this past summer with my first serious girlfriend. Our breakup was mutual, but it still hurt at times. You don't break up with someone after two years without having regrets. "In either case, let's get you home."

"Pardon?" she asked in surprise. 

"You think I'm going to let you walk home by yourself? A girl who looks like you? In this neighborhood?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. I told you, I'm a townie. I know where's safe and where isn't." I hesitated a moment before shaking my head.

"I can't do it," I explained. "Not at this time of night. How would I live with myself if I heard something happened to you on the way home?"

"And just what makes you think I'd be willing to let you know where I live?" she retorted. "Maybe you're one of those college guys who like to molest townies and then swear that they asked for it. It's happened before you know."

"Seriously?" I frowned, but from her expression I knew she meant it. I ran my fingers through my hair and ended up scratching the back of my scalp as I thought about it. She didn't know me so her fears could be legitimate. "I don't know whether to be offended or flattered. Do I really seem dangerous to you?"

"In the worst way," she sighed, I think more to herself than me. "But if you're asking if I think you're a rapist then the answer is no. Of course, I could be wrong and I probably shouldn't take the chance."

"Hmm, I've got an idea," I offered. "I'm assuming you've got something in your knapsack for protection just in case. You know, a can of mace, a knife, or maybe even a gun?"

"Sure, because I love carrying around stuff that will get me arrested," she replied sarcastically, making me laugh.

"I was just joking about the specifics, but you must have something. You seem the type to be prepared."

"I have pepper spray and a rape whistle," she finally admitted. "My mom insisted."

"Great, you can arm yourself with one of those and use it at the first moment you feel threatened by me. You being a townie and all, I'm sure the locals will rush to your defense and do truly terrible things to me."

"I'd worry more about my mom if I were you," she said with a reluctant laugh. "She can be pretty scary."

"See? You might think I'm dangerous, but I hope you realize that I'm not stupid. Who would want to mess with a mother like that?"

"Fine," she finally relented. "You can walk me home, but one false move and I will pepper spray you and kick you where the sun doesn't shine." Just the thought of the latter causing me to cringe visibly.

"You just had to go there," I groaned. "Didn't you."

"Let's go," she grinned, moving toward the exit. I enjoyed the sight of her doing so for a moment before following. I noticed that she didn't take her pepper spray from her bag despite the conversation we had. On the other hand, I didn't doubt she would kick me if I did something she didn't like.

It was pretty cold outside, but we both had on winter coats and I figured we didn't have far to walk. Besides, I was distracted from the cold by our conversation. How could I not be? Bethany was smart and funny. Somewhere along the line we started sharing horror stories about our families. It turns out Bethany was an only child whereas I was actually the youngest of three. We jokingly argued who was luckier. She insisted I was because she always wanted a brother or sister. I told her she wouldn't feel that way if she knew my two siblings.

"Hey, do you mind if we take a detour?" she asked suddenly. 

"Need something at a store?" I guessed, although I doubted anyplace would be open at this time of night.

"Not really. Chapel Street goes all out for Christmas and I've been meaning to go see the lights, but I haven't had a chance yet. I'm suddenly in the mood. You don't have to come if you don't want."

"I think I heard about that block around campus. Everyone says the lights are incredible. It sounds like fun." I hadn't gotten the chance to get into the holiday spirit yet with finals around the corner. Christmas was my favorite time of the year. My family really got into it early and I was missing it this year. 

We turned a corner ten minutes later and I stopped and gawked. Every house on the block had clearly gone all out in decorating. The lights were so bright it almost felt like daytime. The funny part was that one side of the block was done up in white lights while the other was all in color. Most of the houses had a theme. They ranged from a full sized nativity to a dozen or so elves working in Santa's workshop. 

"Wow!" I said mostly to myself. "My family would love this place." I took out my phone to take a picture. I would definitely send it to them later. After the third one Bethany must have grown impatient because she took my hand and dragged me forward for a closer look. Her hand felt very nice in mine so I didn't let go when we stood in front of the first house. The fact that she didn't either put a smile on my face that wouldn't leave.

There was a story that went along with just about every house and Bethany shared each with me as I used my free hand to snap a picture of each. I was guessing most of the tales she told were known only to the locals because no one mentioned them on campus. Each was interesting and funny in a way, but I think she could have been talking about the weather and I would have listened just as intently. I definitely had it bad for Bethany and the more time I spent with her the worse it became.

I'm not sure who enjoyed themselves more as we worked our way down the block and back. It definitely put me more in the mood for the holidays. Bethany was smiling a lot so I figured the lights worked their magic on her as well. Still, eventually it had to end. We had just reached where we started when she pulled her hand from mine and stuffed it in her pocket. 

"We'd better get going. I'm starting to get really cold." I was pretty frozen by this time as well, but I didn't want our time together to end. 

"Do you know of any coffee shops still open?" I asked as we began walking once more. "I could use some hot chocolate."

"At this time of night?" she laughed. "In this town? Not likely."

We walked another ten minutes before we finally reached her house. It was definitely one of the nicer ones on her block, but it wasn't decorated. 

"No lights?" I asked in surprise.

"Dad used to take care of that and he left last year."

"Open mouth and insert foot," I sighed. "Sorry."

"Just another reason I've sworn off of men," she shrugged as we walked to her front door. It still obviously bothered her, but what could I say to make it better? The answer was obvious. Nothing. So instead, I decided to try and distract her.

"Well, if you ever change your mind then please let me know," I smiled. "Because you are definitely my type and the more I get to know you the more I like you."

"Please! You're just a horny college boy trying to get lucky."

"Well, that too," I grinned. "But I really do like you."

"Do I need to use the pepper spray on you?" she teased.

"Not quite yet," I laughed. "I can control myself for the time being, but it's not as easy as you might expect. Something about you gets to me, and I'm not just talking about your obvious physical assets."

"Yeah, well," she began, tentative for the first time all night. "I'm not sure it's a good thing, but I like you too." We stood in silence looking at each other for a few moments.

"You know," I finally sighed. "Normally with the signals you're giving off and how I feel about you right now, I'd be trying to kiss you at this point."

"So what's stopping you?" Bethany asked with a slow smile. She looked awfully sexy at the moment and there was no doubt I wanted her. I laughed nervously.

"Um, the aforementioned pepper spray."

"I think I can hold off using it for a kiss," she said simply. "But only a kiss. Don't try anything more than that or I'll be forced to do something we'll probably both regret."

"Are you sure you're okay with a kiss?" The question slipped out without my realizing it. I guess she seemed so worried about me knowing where she lived earlier and being afraid I was going to attack her that I was having a problem getting past it. I didn't want her to think I was only after her body. I mean, I did want her, but there was more to it than that.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" she asked in reply. She was obviously teasing me. There was only one acceptable reply to that. I pulled her to me and brought her lips to mine. 

I admit that it was a little awkward at first, but that only lasted a moment. Bethany's soft lips quickly purged any concerns I had left. Hell, her kiss pretty much cleared my mind of all thoughts for a while. She was obviously enjoying it just as much as me based on how she was responding. My only regret was that we had our winter coats between us stopping me from feeling her body against mine. On second thought, that was probably a good thing. I'm sure pepper spray wasn't half as bad as mace, but I was betting either would entail a trip to the hospital.

I'm not sure how long we were at it before a cold breeze came down her street. I was willing to brave it to continue kissing Bethany, but she pulled back.

"God! That's cold!" she cried, shivering slightly. I was shaking too, but I'm not sure how much of it was due to the cold and how much due to Bethany's kiss. Her lips were full and a little chaffed from our kiss. I desperately wanted to taste them again, but I held off.


First Semester Finals



"Yeah, my feet are so cold that they've actually stopped hurting," I snorted.

"Seriously?" she asked in concern. "That's not good. You could get frost bite."

"They're not that bad," I laughed. "Just point me back toward the campus and I'll go back to my room and warm them up."

"Maybe you'd better come in and warm them up first," she said, surprising me. I hesitated before answering.

"No thanks," I finally replied. "I don't want to meet your mother this way the first time. It's late."

"Meet my mother..." she said, her voice trailing off. I guess I should have been embarrassed by what I said, but the truth was I wasn't.

"One day," I shrugged. "I have a feeling about us."

"I should have used the pepper spray instead of letting you kiss me," she retorted, shaking her head.

"Hey, you kissed me too," I said, trying to hide my smugness. Thankfully, she didn't bother denying it.

"It's been a while," she admitted slowly. "And you're very good at it."

"It takes two." She was looking at me oddly once more, only this time it lasted awhile. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I wasn't going to leave until she made me, despite the cold.

"Come in and have some hot chocolate," she finally said. "You need to warm up before you head back to campus."

"What about your mother?" I asked.

"Don't worry," Bethany replied. "She's a deep sleeper." I thought about arguing some more, but the truth was that I really was cold. Besides, like I said before, I wasn't going to leave until she made me.

Her house was nice. The first thing I noticed once I was inside was that unlike the outside, there were plenty of Christmas decorations. She led me to the kitchen and put some water to boil in the microwave. Her mother must really be a deep sleeper because Bethany made no effort to be quiet. She pulled off her coat and I did my best not to stare. I failed miserably, not that she seemed to mind. A moment later her sweatshirt followed and I had to swallow before I could speak. She was wearing a tee-shirt underneath, but I got to see just how impressive her body really was for the first time.

"Um, maybe you'd better keep that pepper spray handy," I said with some difficulty. She blushed and laughed.

"Mom hates the cold," she explained. "She always keeps the house way too warm for my taste. You probably want to take off your coat as well or you'll start cooking."

"Okay," I replied, not trusting myself to say anything else. 

The microwave beeped while I put my coat over one of the chairs. Bethany began making the hot chocolate and surprised me by pulling out a bottle of peppermint schnapps from one of the cabinets. She poured a respectable portion in one of the cups and then looked at me with a raised eyebrow before adding it to the other.

"Why not?" I smiled. "I've never had it before."

"Mom loves it after a long day at work and she lets me taste hers sometimes," she replied as he handed me one of the cups. "I figured we both could use something extra to warm up."

"Thanks." The drink tasted pretty good, but I couldn't really focus on it, not with Bethany standing so close. I desperately wanted to taste her lips again. I thought she may have wanted to kiss again as well, but instead she led me to the living room. She put on the television and sat on the couch.

"I hope you don't mind," she said as she changed the channel. "I know all of the shows are corny, but I like watching the made-for-television Christmas movies. I'm a sucker for a happy ending."

"Nice to know," I grinned, sitting next to her. Bethany surprised me by moving closer and resting her head on my shoulder. She still held her hot chocolate and nursed it slowly. The whole situation felt very natural, so much so that for the moment I didn't even mind not kissing her. I rested one arm over her.

We watched the last twenty minutes of a movie. It ended pretty much as expected, but that didn't stop us from enjoying it. Bethany looked up at me once it was done. I knew what she wanted and that was all the invitation I needed. I leaned down and kissed her. She returned it passionately.

I'm not sure how it happened, but suddenly we were lying next to each. I held her in my arms and continued to kiss her deeply. The feel of her body against mine was amazing. My need for her grew exponentially, but I fought it. I didn't want to ruin what we were sharing.

I guess I should have talked to Bethany because one of her hands started pressing against the hardness between my legs. It was through my jeans, but frankly, that didn't matter. I groaned.

"What are you doing?" I got out with some difficulty.

"What comes naturally," she replied, but then paused and added, "Unless you don't want to?"

"Are you crazy?" I retorted with a laugh. "Of course I want to! But what about your mother? I mean, I know she sleeps soundly, but..."

"Mom's not home," she interjected, the passion in her voice causing all kinds of reactions throughout my body. The news should have surprised me, but I think I half expected it by this point. Bethany was too comfortable when she spiked our drinks and put on the television.

"But why?" I asked despite my desire.

"Does it really matter?" she asked in reply. "Maybe it's the alcohol." I knew that wasn't true. She'd hadn't even finished her hot chocolate yet. No one was that much of a light weight. "Or maybe it's because I'm feeling lonely and it's nice to have someone to hold." That was probably true, but there had to be something more to it than that. "Or maybe it's because it's been almost nine months since I broke up with my first real boyfriend and I'm getting tired of taking care of my needs by myself." Wow. The fact that she admitted that pretty much floored me. It also disappointed me a little. I guess I was hoping for more than that. It must have shown on my face because she added, almost reluctantly, "Or maybe it's because I feel something for you that doesn't make any sense considering we've just met, but I feel it just the same."

"I feel it too," I said warmly.

"Don't get your hopes up," she sighed. "This will never work out, but I don't want to think about that now. Right now I just want to let things flow naturally. I want to feel wanted."

"You are," I promised. "On so many levels. Right now and probably long into the future."

"Please stop talking," she almost begged. "You're going to ruin the moment."

"Not going to happen," I smiled, but then I pulled back and stood. I held out my hand to her. "Let's go to your bedroom. I don't want our first time to be on the couch." Bethany looked up at me. I held my breath until she reached out and took my hand. She led me to upstairs to her bedroom where I took her into my arms and kissed her once more.

Her full breasts felt amazing against my chest through our thin shirts and her bra, but I wanted more. I pulled off her shirt before taking off my own. Not only didn't she resist, but she reached behind herself with one hand and unsnapped her bra. I swallowed with some difficult as she smiled sexily and let it drop to the floor. 

"Jesus! You're beautiful!" I croaked. Bethany smiled and pulled my mouth down to hers. Her breasts pushed against my chest and I moaned into her mouth. Her hand slipped between us at the waist and rubbed up and down my length. I broke our kiss and smiled down into her dark, smoldering eyes. "Tell me what you want."

"You," she replied simply, but then licked her lips in a mixture of nerves and hunger, adding, "And this!" Bethany squeezed with the hand between us. I let her go and unbuttoned my pants. She helped me pull them down. My underwear quickly followed. "Wow! That's bigger than I'm used to."

Okay, I had no idea if that was true because I never viewed myself as particularly large in that area, but the words definitely did something for my ego. Bethany sat down on her bed and stunned me by wrapping my hardness in her soft flesh. She smiled up at me as she held her breasts in place.

"My ex-boyfriend loved when I did this for him. Do you like it?"

"You have no idea!" I groaned as I thrust between her heavy orbs. I'd never really done this before, at least with someone whose breast were large enough to matter. It felt incredible! The fact that Bethany's was watching intently, obviously enjoying herself only added to what I was feeling. "We have to stop soon! I'm not going to last much longer."

"That's the point," she said sexily.

"It's been a long time!" I admitted with a groan. "It's going to...well, there'd probably going to be a lot."

"I hope so," Bethany grinned hungrily. "The messier the better! I like the way it feels against my skin."

"Oh fuck!" I growled. How did I ever think this girl was innocent? I mean, maybe she was in some ways, but Bethany was definitely comfortable with what we were doing. So much so in fact, that she leaned forward and opened her mouth, letting me into her mouth briefly with each stroke. That was all I could take. 

My first burst of cum sprayed free and entered her mouth, but she pulled back before the next. That didn't stop her from swallowing and licking her lips. She clearly liked the taste, but I guess she really wanted it to be messy. I was happy to oblige. I came all over breasts after my second spurt landed on her cheek. 

I ended up flat on the bed panting when I was done. Bethany was sitting between my legs rubbing what I deposited on breasts in and smiling down at me. As I watched, she wiped her cheek, but instead of rubbing that into her skin as well, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean. 

I groaned as I fought to move. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard or that much before." I was momentarily spent, but it wouldn't take long for me to recoup, not with the sight of her doing what she was in front of me. "It's going to take me a few minutes to get over what just happened."

"I can help with that," Bethany said sexily before leaning forward and taking my wilting member into her mouth. I began stiffening almost immediately. "Wow that was fast."

Bethany got off the bed and stripped off her pants. My first sight of her fully naked was something I'd remember forever. She was incredible. Her curves literally made my mouth water and I was happy to see a small thatch of dark hair between her legs. Still, it was her expression that got to me most. They let me know that she wanted...no needed me inside of her. There was no place I'd rather be, but instead of letting her climb on top of me I pushed her onto the bed next to me.

"What are you doing?" she asked in confusion. I guess her experiences with her old boyfriend were limited. I planned on fixing that immediately. 

I kissed my way from her lips down past her chest and to her hips. I took my time the whole way. I tried to spread her legs, but she rolled into her stomach. It was obvious what I planned on doing and for some reason it made her uncomfortable. Instead of relenting, I grabbed her hips and lifted. In the position we were in my stiffness bumped into her backside.

"I've never done it this way before!" she gasped in excitement, fully expecting me to enter her. I did, but not in the way she thought. I leaned down and drove my tongue into her streaming opening from behind. "What are you doing?" 

I didn't answer, at least not with words. I let my tongue do my talking for me. At first she tried to close her legs and stop me, but the moment I nuzzled through the dark patch of hair between her legs and found her center she moaned and stopped fighting me. I worked her unmercifully, trying to bring her same release she brought me a few minutes earlier. My nose was enmeshed in her womanhood as I attacked her little nub with my tongue. The scent of her excitement was almost too much for me. 

Bethany's legs were now open as wide as she could make them and I was flat on the bed between them. As much as I enjoyed what we were doing, I wanted better access so I rolled her onto her back. I must have been a sight with her juices covering much of my face, but none of that bothered her. What did was the fact that I stopped.

"Oh no! I'm so close! Finish me, please!" She was literally thrashing on her bed in need, her eyes unfocused as she reached for me. I fell between her legs and lifted them wide from behind her knees. They went willingly as she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face against her mound. 

I battered her with my tongue until I knew she couldn't take it any longer. That's when I pushed a single digit against her opening. I was gently, but there was no need. Her body sucked my finger deep in a matter of moments so I added a second. As soon as it too was fully inside of Bethany I twisted them once, finding just the right spot instinctually and she exploded. I never saw a woman loose it so complete. 

I pressed my hand against her mound. I could feel her insides throbbing. Bethany clamped down so strongly that I couldn't pull my hand away at first. When she finally released me, my finger came out and her juices sprayed free. I leaned down and drank deeply, using my tongue as best I could to maintain her orgasm. I'm pretty sure she rolled into a second one when my tongue touched her little nub once more.

She was panting heavily, her large breasts heaving uncontrollably when her spasms finally subsided. I knew she was done because she moved me away from her waist and pulled me up so that I was lying next to her. I'm sure my face was soaked in her juices, but that clearly didn't bother her in the least. She kissed me hungrily. 

Bethany was sweat covered and her hair was damp. Her breasts still shined in places from my own release. None of that stopped me from kissing her back with every ounce of passion I had, our chest pressed together.

"No one have ever done that to me," she sighed after a few minutes. "I mean, for me."

"Their loss," I shrugged. "You know, I think you're right. Messier is better."

"I did say that, didn't I," she laughed nervously as she blushed slightly. "Like I said, it's been a while and I needed that, maybe more than I thought."

"You're not the only one," I smiled and ran my hand through her hair as she rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm glad you decided not to use the pepper spray."

"Me too," she snorted. "Although, I'm not sure I'll feel the same way tomorrow."

"Regrets already?" I asked in concern.

"Yes and no," she admitted. "We should probably talk and I doubt you'll like what I have to say."

"Not yet," I said, surprisingly myself almost as much as her. "We'll talk later, when we're done."

"We're not done?" she asked with a slow smile. I looked into her eyes and what she saw in mine made her bite her bottom lip in anticipation. "No, I guess we're not." 

The kissing this time was slower, but no less passionate. Eventually Bethany rolled on top of me. I liked the feel of her there. Especially a few minutes later when she sat up. Bethany slid her hips back and forth along my length, I think teasing herself almost as much as me. The sight of her breasts swaying gently as she moved was almost too much to bear. I reached up and cupped them, enjoying the feel of their weight in my hands.

In some ways I could have stayed that way forever, but eventually my body demanded more. I shifted my hands from her breasts to her hips. I angled Bethany so that her next movement would embed me inside of her. She didn't hesitate before shifting her body and taking me deep. 

"Definitely bigger!" she moaned as her body got used to me. It wasn't long before she was rocking back and forth slowly. 

Bethany's heavy breasts swayed and I became mesmerized by their movement for a while. I reached up and caressed them once more, only this time more earnestly. Bethany was smiling down at me as she watched. She was clearly proud of her endowment and liked the fact that I enjoyed what she was doing.

She picked up the pace as her excitement grew and her breasts swaying more violently. I was afire with desire and it was obvious. So much so in fact, that Bethany licked her lips sexily before leaning forward and giving me exactly what I wanted. She buried my face in her soft flesh.

I was already in Heaven, but the feel of her breasts against my face brought me to a new level. I thoroughly enjoyed myself for a time, making sure to take first one and then the other into my mouth before finally having enough. Okay, it wasn't that I had enough so much as I could wait any longer. 

I took hold of Bethany's hips and held them steady a few inches above me. I then started pushing up into her. It was obviously something new to her. It was equally obvious that she liked it. My thrusts upward quickly became short and intense. Her eyes grew big in wonder as her next orgasm grew. 

I thought we'd come together this time, but Bethany beat me to it. She cried out when she lost it. Her vice like grip almost gave me my release, but not quite. I was slightly disappointed, but that quickly disappeared when she fell on top of me completely spent. My waist and hips were soaked with her juices. She was panting heavily once more. I held her, enjoying the feel of her damp body against mine until she calmed down.

"I'm being poked," she eventually got out. 

"Yeah, sorry about that," I said, not sure what else to say.

"Why are you sorry?" she laughed, sitting up with some difficulty. "After all, I'm the one who left you high and dry."

"High maybe," I teased. "But definitely not dry."

"I know, right?" she laughed, blushing once more. "No one has ever made me do that before."

"Think you have one more of those in you?" I asked, desperately in need, but trying it play it cool. 

"Maybe," she grinned. "If we try something different again."

"And what would that be?" I asked in anticipation. It was pretty obvious that she had something in mind.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll use your imagination and think of something." I thought she was going to leave it at that, but then Bethany rolled onto her stomach, giving me a not particularly subtle hint. I grinned. I guess she liked what happened earlier in this position and was hoping to see what came next.

I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her lying there. Bethany didn't really have a large ass, but it was far rounder than the girls I'd been with before. I shifted on top of her and began kissing her shoulder. She liked it so I took my time. Eventually, I reached out and tilted her head far enough to give her a kiss on the lips before I let go and began making my way lower.

Bethany lifted her hips slightly in anticipation when I made it to the small of her back. I couldn't resist taking a playful nibble of her left ass cheek.

"Hey! No biting!" she cried, dropping her hips to the bed. I reached out and forced her hips back into position, but not before brushing my teeth against her other ass cheek. 

Once more I delved into her depths from behind with my mouth. Bethany moaned and relaxed, spreading her legs wider. She was soaked within a matter of moments, but I continued until I knew she was close to release because I didn't think I'd last very long once we started and I wanted her to cum with me. 

I shifted up, grabbed her hip with one hand and took control of my need with the other. Instead of pushing into her all at once I ran my stiffness up and down the length of her opening. Bethany moaned as her juices coated the part of me touching her.

"I always wanted to try this position," she said, her lust and need making her voice thicker than usual. "By my ex liked to watch and play with my chest when we were doing it and he couldn't do that in this position." I let go of her hip and leaned forward until my lips were only inches away from her ear. She moaned as I began slipping my hardness inside if her.

"I hope you like it," I whispered hoarsely, slowing pushing the rest deep. "Because it's one of my favorites."




First Semester Finals



"I do!" she gasped out. "I definitely do!"

"Good," I said, tasting her shoulder briefly. Her reaction proved my earlier discovery. Bethany was definitely sensitive there. I pulled away for the moment because I wasn't quite ready yet. "Your ex was a fool to pass up as chance to do this with you." I glanced down at her and licked my lips in desire before adding, "And he was wrong too. Your breasts are big enough to play with in this position too." 

Bethany was on her stomach pressed against the bed. She was big enough up top that the position caused some of her soft flesh to peak out from either side. I moved my hands to caress what showed. She moaned loudly. I wasn't sure how much of that was due to what I was doing with my hands and how much of it was due to the fact that when I moved them to caress her sides my full weight settled on top of her briefly, pushing me fully inside.

Bethany burned with desire beneath me. I delved into her molten center over and over again, but slowly at first. I continued to caressed her sides and even reached under her every once in a while and squeezed, letting her feel my need. 

I knew I should have waited longer, but I wanted to give Bethany as much pleasure as possible so I leaned forward and kissed the crux of her shoulder. She gasped. I smiled and tasted her shoulder more deeply, opening my mouth and sucking gently. Bethany moaned loudly. I felt her need deep in my gut and all at once I forget about my own satisfaction. My sucking grew stronger and she responded in kind. I drove deep inside of her with longer strokes as my hands worked the soft flesh they held. 

"No!" Bethany cried. "Not yet!" I knew she wanted me to cum with her, but there was nothing she could do to stop what happened next. I refused to allow it. I sucked on her shoulder even harder and the pleasure it brought her was obvious. I was sure there would be a mark afterward, but neither one of us cared at the moment. 

I thrust deep once last time when the moment was right and held myself there. Bethany cried out and came yet again. I smiled in satisfaction and remained on top of her until she was done. I tried to shift off her of afterward, but she stopped me.

"Don't you dare move!" she got out between breaths. "Not until you finish."

"I'd say you're done," I smiled gently, appreciating what she was offering, but not thinking she was up to it. I should have known better.

"Not quite yet," she argued, lifting her hips slightly to give me better access. I was still inside of her, but only partially. Instinct must have taken over because when she offered herself up to me like that I couldn't stop myself from thrusting deep once more. She moaned in appreciation before adding, "I'm not going to be done until you get your release too. So do whatever you want to get there."

"Whatever I want?" I teased. Bethany didn't laugh. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at me so that I could see just how serious she was before responding.

"You've satisfied me in ways I never imagined," she said with a shake of her head. "I want to do the same for you. Please let me?" I looked down at her and saw something in her eyes that had more to do with than simply sexual fulfillment. 

"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you." The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her eyes grew big for a moment, but then she looked away from me and laughing. It sounded forced.

"Men!" she said, shaking her head. "Always getting love confused with lust. You don't love me. You love my body." 

"That too," I offered, but she obviously refused to believe me. I wanted to argue, but now wasn't the time. She wasn't ready. Hell, it wasn't a conversation to have with the back of her head. Besides, I was buried deep inside of her and in desperate need. I started slowly moving in and out of her.

"That's better," she said, sounding relieved and maybe a little disappointed too. The latter may have been wishful thinking on my part. "Remember, whatever you want. Whatever it takes."

"You're serious, aren't you?" I asked, knowing it was true, but I wanted to hear her say it again. 

"Definitely," she replied, looking over her shoulder once more. Her next words floored me. "I want to feel you fill me." Talk about an aphrodisiac? There was none better in the world. I picked up the pace of my thrusts considerably.

"In that case," I growled. "Prepare for the ride of your life!" Okay, so it was a little over the top, but by this point I wasn't thinking particularly straight. I wanted my release desperately and the hottest girl I'd ever met was under me telling me to do whatever I wanted to get it. How could I be?

I was no longer leaning over Bethany. Instead, I was holding both of her hips and thrusting deep with powerful strokes. I thought that would make me come quickly, but for some reason I held off. Bethany was motionless under me at first, but I knew I wasn't hurting her. She was still wet from her own release. 

On the other hand, everything became much better when she started responding again. At first it was probably to help me along, but eventually it was more than that. I could feel it in the tension in her body. Her hands became fists, holding her bottom sheet in a deathlike grasp. In many ways that was even more enticing then the site of her well-shaped backside as I pushed in and out of her.

"Oh yes! That's it! Right there!" she suddenly gasped out between thrusts. My need overcame my conscious thoughts and I grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her. It wasn't something I'd ever done before, but it didn't seem to bother Bethany. In fact, she clearly liked it. "Yes! Ride me. Ride me!"

I locked her hands at the base of her spine and held them there with one hand as I did exactly what she wanted. I rode her, hard. 

Bethany's ass shivered and shook with every thrust and she was becoming one constant moan. I grinned almost maniacally because I knew that I'd be able to make her cum once more before we were done, but this time it would be with me.

I couldn't take much more before I lost it. It was obvious that neither could Bethany. She was crying out into the mattress beneath her. I wanted to hear what she was saying more clearly so I took her wrists, one in each hand and lifted until her moans echoed through the house. 

It couldn't have been the most comfortable position in the world, but Bethany was beyond caring. I guess in a way, so was I because I kept pulling her wrists until she was bend backward at the waist. Her heavy breasts hung down low, but were off the mattress. I expected to enjoy the sight of them moving as I thrust in and out of her and I did, but it was the sound of them coming together every so often that nearly did me in. 

I didn't want to lose it quite yet so I let Bethany's torso drop slightly until her breasts barely touched the sheet. I continued thrusting in and out of her from behind. The mattress stopped her ample assets from coming together, but the noise of them meeting was replaced with the sounds of Bethany crying out even louder. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "The friction...the sheet...fuck, that feels so good!" 

I rode her hard making sure to leave her in the same position so that she could enjoy the sensation of the sheets rubbing against her soft flesh. That only lasted a short time before she pulled her wrists free from my grasp and dropped to the bed. She tucked her arms under her and closed her legs, making me half pull out.

"What's wrong?" I asked in concern, worried that I'd hurt her.

"Nothing," she said into the mattress. "But I refuse to cum again until you do first, and if I didn't stop you right there and then it would have happened." 

"Is that all?" I actually laughed. "You don't have to worry about me cumming. At this point, I doubt you could do anything to stop me." She didn't react at first, so I rolled her onto her back so I could see her face. "Can I still do whatever I want?"

"Yes," she said, sounding tired, but still game.

I smiled down at her and got between her legs. I was sure she would be sore in the morning if not sooner, so I slipped inside of her slowly. Bethany spread her legs in welcome. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her mouth fell open and our tongues danced together.

We stayed like that for a long time. We weren't just having sex now. We were making love. I knew it, and deep down I think Bethany did too. Of course, it eventually had to come to an end. 

Slowly, but surely I picked up the pace until I had to stop kissing Bethany or deal with the possibility of our teeth coming together because of the violence of my thrusts. I lifted from her mouth and starred down at her face. It was obvious that she was fighting off her next orgasm. I loved watching her expression. I used one hand to push her damp hair out of her eyes before I slowed enough to give her one last kiss. Bethany returned it passionately. 

"Will, I can't take much more," she said softly when I finally pulled away. The sound of my name on her lips sent a shiver down my spine. 

"I know," I smiled down at her. "It's time."

"Don't forget," she smiled back. "You promised to fill me. I want to feel that more than anything else in the world."

"Your wish..." I offered, picking up the pace once more. Bethany's eyes locked onto mine and I couldn't look away, not that I wanted to. Everything else in the world faded except for us. Our bodies crashed together at times and at others we moved in sync. It didn't matter. 

I did exactly as promised when the end finally came. I filled her with everything I had. She joined me in release and we thrashed together for what felt like forever as our orgasms drove us to the edge and beyond. I lay panting next to her not long after we were done. Bethany had her head resting on my shoulder and she was all but passed out. 

"Bethany," I said softly, kissing her sweat covered forehead. "I know you don't want to hear it, but I love you."

"Will," she mumbled. "I shouldn't say this, but I think I love you too." 

I smiled contently. It was a tossup between who passed out first.

**********

"My God! This room smells...Bethany Blair Baker, where are your clothes? Wait, is that a boy in bed with you?" The voice grew higher in pitch with each word. Worse, I was pretty sure I recognized it. It took a lot of effort to get my eyes open, but it's not like I had a choice.

"Professor Saxxon?" I asked, not quite believing the reality of the situation.

"Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming home until this afternoon?" Bethany cried as she pulled the sheet over both of us.

"Mom?" I asked in disbelief. I was so screwed. I had no idea that Professor Saxxon had a daughter who went to our school. "Wait, isn't your last name Baker?" My brain was having a hard time processing what was happening.

"It is afternoon," the professor said succinctly to her daughter, ignoring me. 

"I guess we overslept," Bethany sighed, suddenly sounding far calmer than she should be. She turned to me and added, "My last name is Baker. It's my father's. Mom never changed hers."

"Great, your mom is my chemistry professor," I said, shaking my head. I wanted to get out of bed and run for the hills, but the thin sheet covering both Bethany and me was the only thing keeping her mother from seeing me naked.

"Oh, it's get worse, a lot worse," Bethany promised.

"Worse?" I asked in concern.

"So," her mother interjected angrily, looking at me. "Do you get off by sleeping with children?"

"Mother, I am not a child," Bethany snapped.

"Bethany Blaire, you're still in high school!"

"Oh Christ," I groaned. "Please tell you you're not underage!" My life flashed before my eyes and it was too damn short for it to be over already. I didn't want to spend the next twenty years behind bars.

"I'm eighteen," she replied. I can't put the relief that washed over me into words. 

"Barely," her mother inserted.

"Wait," I said once more as everything started to sink in. I turned to Bethany. "You were studying in the main library. You said you went to the university."

"No I didn't," she replied. "You assumed and I didn't correct you."

"But I've seen you on campus," I said, shaking my head. "A few times."

"Mom's a professor," she shrugged. "And I like the campus. I did tell you I was a townie."

"Just answer this," her mother interjected again, looking at her daughter and thankfully back to ignoring me. "Did you use protection?"

"Mother, I'm on the pill," Bethany answered, finally sounding somewhat embarrassed, which was pretty odd if you thought about it. I'm pretty certain that I was bright red from the moment I woke up.

"I know that," Professor Saxxon said through gritted teeth. "I'm the one who gets your proscription filled. I'm not worried about you being pregnant. I'm worried about you contracting an STD. You don't know this boy from a whole in the wall. Only God knows what he might have." 

I wanted to be offended, but it's not like Bethany's mother was wrong. I mean, she was. I didn't have any social diseases, but her point was valid. Last night was stupid on so many levels. The odd part was that I couldn't quite get myself to regret it, although I did regret the distress it was causing everyone this morning.

"Mother, Will's not like that," Bethany said confidently. 

"And how would you know?" the professor asked in exasperation.

"I asked around," Bethany shrugged. "I mean, it's not like I was planning this, but I've seen him on campus. I thought he was cute and asked some people about him." That was news to me.

"And just who would you ask?"

"I'm not going to answer that," Bethany said. "It's doesn't matter who. The point is that I've made some friends on campus. Some of them knew Will and they all only had good things to say." I was curious who she knew, but there was no way I was going to ask right now. "Come on mom. You had to expect I'd make some friends. I'm on campus all the time."

"Not any longer!" her mother snapped. "You are officially banned from campus forever!" She then turned to me and added, "And you! Stay away from my daughter or I'll make your life a living hell!"

"Mother, you're overreacting," Bethany said, still sounding surprisingly calm. "Will's only a freshman. He's probably a year older than me at most."

"There's quite a difference between a freshman in college and a senior in high school," her mother argued. "You know that college boys only want one thing!"

"And that different than high school boys how?" Bethany asked with a shake of her head. I had to admit, she had a point, but I wasn't going to say that to her mother.

"You remember Cynthia Monroe?" he mother retorted. "She learned that the hard way about college boys."

"I knew you were going to bring what happened to Cynthia into this!" Bethany snapped, sounding angry for the first time.

"It fits!" her mother insisted. "Poor little Cynthia let that boy talk her into..."

"First of all," Bethany said, interrupting her mother. "That was years ago. Second of all, let's be honest. Cynthia was a complete and total airhead. I'm many things, not all of them positive, but I am no airhead. I knew exactly what I was doing. I mean, I didn't expect things to go as far as they did, but I don't regret it." 

There was something in her tone that caused the professor to close her eyes briefly. I think she might have been offering a silent prayer, not that she stayed quiet for long. "Please don't tell me you think you love him?" 

"I didn't say that!" Bethany cried. 

That hurt a little. After all, she had said it the night before. Wait, what was I saying? Bethany was still in high school. Her mother was right. She was still just a kid in some ways. Damn! 

"Look," I interjected calmly. "Why don't we take a break, give everyone a chance to calm down. Besides, I think this conversation would go better if everyone involved were dressed." Bethany's mother shot daggers at me with her eyes, but then she jerked her head once in acknowledgement, if not agreement.

"Actually, this is between my daughter and me," the professor said sharply as she moved toward the door. "You get dressed and get out of my house. Bethany, I'll want to talk to you downstairs after you have some clothes on." I let out a long breath when she as gone, although I'm not sure how much relief it brought. 

"Wow, just wow." 

"I told you this wasn't going to work out," Bethany sighed. "Of course, I wasn't expecting it to come to a head quite like this. I can't believe we both overslept."

"I'm sorry," I offered. She gave me an odd look.

"What for?" Instead of responding I laughed. 

"You know, I'm not quite sure." We were both standing now and reaching for our clothes. Bethany's hair was a mess and both of us could desperately use a shower. Still, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her naked body.

"I like the way you look at me," she smiled, almost sadly. 

"You have an amazing body," I replied honestly, but couldn't help add, "Especially for a high school student."

"That's going to be an issue, isn't it?" she sighed.

"Seriously?" I snorted. "Sure, but only one in a long list. Not only are you a high school student, but you're my professor's daughter."

"That's not such a long list," she said, almost hopefully. 

"I wasn't done." I shook my head, not sure what to say. It was a lot to absorb. "I guess most of it doesn't matter. What does is that you lied to me."

"I didn't..." she began, but I cut her off.

"Please!" I guess the shock was starting to wear off. I was starting to get angry now. 

"For what it's worth, I wasn't lying earlier," Bethany said sadly as she buttoned her pants, knowing I wasn't really in the mood to listen. "I didn't plan for this last night. It just sort of happened, and despite everything, I can't bring myself to regret it." I didn't immediately respond, but she didn't let me off the hook. "Do you?"

Part of me wanted to tell her that of course I regretted it, but another part wanted to explain that there was no way I could. I loved her. Or did I? How could I love someone I clearly didn't know very well at all?

"The jury is still out," I replied honestly. "It's a lot to take in."

"I understand," Bethany said, but based on her expression I didn't think she did. I guess maybe she thought I was just trying to let her down gently. I could have corrected that assumption, but I didn't. It was probably better that way.

**********

"Alright," my oldest brother Matt sighed in frustration. "Who died?"

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.

"Billy, you've been home over a week," he replied. "Hell, it's Christmas Eve, one of your favorite holidays and it's obvious that you're miserable. Everyone's noticed. Mom and dad are worried, but they say you won't talk to them. What happened? Did you fail a class or something?"

"No," I frowned, but then added, "Well, maybe. I think I did well enough on the chemistry final, but professor Saxxon hates me so you never know."

"She probably doesn't even know you!" Matt grinned, slapping me on the back.

"Oh, she does," I laughed, but there was nothing funny about it. "Trust me."

"Okay, so if it's not school, then it's a girl." My oldest brother could be a royal pain in the ass, but he wasn't stupid. He nodded knowingly when I didn't deny it. "Bottom line, do you love her?" That was Matt too, always cutting right the crux of a matter.

"She's a townie," I replied with a sigh. "A local. Not only doesn't she go to my school, but she still in high school."

"Legal?" Matt asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," I sighed in annoyance, not that I had a right to that emotion. She could have been underage for all I knew before I jumped in bed with her. 

"Anything else?"

"Um," I began, hesitating before adding, "She professor Saxxon's daughter, although I didn't know that at the time."




First Semester Finals



"Wow," my brother laughed. "Then you may be right. Your professor probably does hates you."

"Oh, she does," I said confidently. I'm not sure why I decided to tell him what happened, but I did. Maybe I just needed to share it with someone. "Professor Saxxon walked in on us. We were in bed, naked."

"Alright little brother!" Matt crowed. "I can't wait to tell Ryan. He owes me ten buck." Ryan was our other brother and whenever Matt brought his name up in a conversation it didn't bode well, at least not for me. 

"What for?" I asked, dreading the answer. 

"He bet me you were gay." I stared at him, completely stunned. "Hey, I told him he was crazy, but you know Ryan when he gets something stuck in that head of his. What the hell, it was an easy ten bucks."

"Seriously? He knows I dated Wendy for two years before we finally broke up," I said when I was finally able to speak again.

"Ryan's convinced that you two were using each other to stay in the closet, so to speak."

"So, now Wendy is gay too?" I asked in disbelief. Matt shrugged. I knew he knew better, but Ryan might not. He was one of those guys who dated a different girl every week. He didn't really get the concept of a real relationship.

"You can't blame him," Matt was saying. "I mean, Wendy's cute enough, but she looks like she should work at a library or something."

"If you only knew," I laughed, shaking my head. I'd learned most of what I knew about sex from Wendy. Still, I'd gone well beyond that experience with Bethany.

"Okay, so you like a girl who is still in high school," my brother said, getting back on topic. "Her mother is your college professor and she walked in on you two doing the dirty."

"We were sleeping, not doing 'the dirty'," I corrected. Matt grinned in that way he did so I couldn't stop myself from adding, "Not that we didn't the night before, more than once."

"Sure," he snorted. I didn't bother arguing. Which only made his smile grow. "So now back to my original question. Do you love her?" It was a fair question. 

"You know, I think I might."

"Might or do?" he asked impatiently. "It's one or the other little brother."

"How can I be sure? We barely know each other." I thought my answer was reasonable. Matt disagreed.

"Bullshit. I knew the first time I laid eyes on Lauri that she was the one for me." I smiled at mention of my sister. She and Matt dated all through college and were married just last year. She was the big sister I never had.

"You do know you're one lucky shit to land a girl like her, right?" I asked. "She could do a lot better."

"For sure," he agreed easily. "Now stop stalling. Do you love her or not?"

"Yeah, I do." It felt good to admit it. I'd been fighting against my feelings for almost two weeks, but it was pointless. Maybe it didn't make sense, but it was what it was. I loved Bethany. She was the woman for me. I was certain of it. 

"So then, what are you doing to do about it?" it was another fair question, and suddenly I knew the answer.

"Can I borrow your car?" 

"Little brother, your college in three hours away," Matt said, but he pulled out his keys and handed them to me. 

"I know," I said, taking them from him. "But I need to do this now."

"Just make sure you're back before we open presents in the morning."

Thankfully, I slipped out the house without bumping into anyone else. I was sure that by the time I returned everyone would know what was going on. Who was I kidding? They probably already did. The whole concept of privacy was foreign to my family.

The trip was uneventful, but not without stress. I had no idea how Bethany would take my sudden appearance. On the other hand, I had a feeling that I knew exactly how her mother would take it. Oh well, she could only fail me once. I'd have to be sure I never ended up in another of her classes. 

I told myself to be positive. There was always an off chance that everything would work out. You know, sort of a Christmas miracle, not that I was holding my breath. Hell, I'd be happy if Bethany was even willing listened to me.

I arrived just before dark. I figured, knowing my luck Bethany was probably in the middle of eating dinner with her whole family. So be it. I shrugged to myself and walked up the front walk. I rang the bell and waited. Of course, professor Saxxon opened the door. The good news was that she didn't slam it in my face, although based on her expression it was a close thing.

"What do you want?" she snapped.

"To wish you Merry Christmas," I offered. Her unwelcoming expression didn't change in the least. "And to talk to Bethany."

"She's still grounded," the professor replied.

"Then may I come in?" I asked, sure I already knew the answer. "I really need to talk to her."

"You haven't found out you have a social disease, have you?"

"What?" I asked in shock. "No!"

"Who is there dear?" I heard someone from behind her ask. "The food is getting cold." Great, I had interrupted dinner after all. 

"A student," professor Saxxon replied. 

"Well, let him in to warm up. It's freezing out there!" The voice was female and clearly from an older woman. I looked at the professor hopefully. I was betting I still had less than a fifty –fifty chance that she would open her home to me. Thankfully, the decision was taking from her when the door swung wide and I came face to face with a woman who had to be Bethany's grandmother. 

"Come in, come in," she smiled. "And Merry Christmas!" The professor moved aside reluctantly. 

"Merry Christmas mam," I said politely as I stepped inside. The woman nodded kindly.

"I hope you're not here to talk to my daughter about your grade. That's likely to ruin both of your Christmases," the woman was saying. "They're already posted and she can't change anything now even if she wanted to."

"No mam," I replied. "I'm here to talk to your granddaughter." I hesitated before adding, "Um, about her future. Actually, about ours."

"Really?" the woman asked with sudden interest. She was just being polite before. Now she was definitely giving me the once over. "You're a little young to be talking about marriage, aren't you?"

"Marriage?" I asked in surprise. "It's a little early to talk about that. Not that I don't want to marry Bethany. I mean, after we both graduate college and all." I think I might have continued rambling if I wasn't rescued by, of all people, professor Saxxon herself.

"Mother, this is the boy we were talking about earlier. The one Bethany brought home when I was away." Okay, maybe rescue was the wrong word. I couldn't stop myself from blushing badly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What exactly could I say?

"Humpf," Bethany's grandmother said with a raised chin. "In my day, a shot gun wedding would have followed what you did with my granddaughter that night." Great. Now Bethany's grandmother hated me too. This was going so well. I caught myself wondering how many other relatives I'd have to face. 

"Please!" professor Saxxon sighed. "Maybe in your mother's day. In your day it was all about free love and flower power."

"There is that," the older woman said, bursting out in laughter. "Son, you're expression was priceless. I wish I had a camera."

"Pardon?" I asked, totally confused now. 

"William, isn't it?" the older woman asked.

"Yes mam," I replied. "Willam Barone."

"Well William, I was just having a little fun at your expense. As it turns out I may be old, but I'm not particularly old fashioned," Bethany's grandmother said. "My granddaughter is a smart young woman, and unlike her mother I accepted that a long time ago. I'm guessing that if she was interested in you then there's something about you worth knowing. I believe the fact that you're here sort of proves that."

"Yes mam," I said again because I didn't know what else to say.

"He's definitely a polite one," the older woman said to the professor with a smirk. "I say give him a chance."

"That's because you weren't the one who found him in bed with your daughter," the professor snapped. 

"There is that," the older woman said agreeably. At this point, I was sure I couldn't turn any redder. "On the other hand, he didn't slip out in the middle of the night afterward like most guys who are after one thing tend to do. If I recall, you told me that your ex did that the first time you were together." Thankfully, it was the professor's turn to blush.

"If only I'd known then what I know now I would have said good riddance!" she retorted. 

"Now, now dear," Bethany's grandmother said, patting her daughter's shoulder. "That's water under the bridge as they say, and my point was that this young man didn't try to slip away, so maybe there's more to what happened then simple physical release."

"Wow, I thought my family was blunt," I couldn't help blurt out. "You people definitely call it like you see it."

"It's the only way to be," the older woman shrugged unapologetically before turning to her daughter. "So, what's it going to be Chrissy? Do we let him in and leave it up to Bethany to make her own choices or do we kick him to the curb without giving her a chance to see if he's actually worth keeping?"

"Mother, it's not that simple," the professor insisted.

"Sure it is." This came from Bethany who was standing in the entranceway on the opposite side of the room. I hadn't noticed her there before. Oddly enough, seeing her now helped calm me considerably. 

"Oh alright," the professor said, giving in with little grace. "You have five minutes before I sent your grandfather out here to get you."

"If she does," Bethany's grandmother began kindly. "Be careful not to mention that my daughter walked in on you and my granddaughter. My husband is a good man, but not nearly as open minded."

"If it was daddy who knew and not you, there would have been a shot gun wedding," professor Saxxon mumbled in annoyance as she left the room. Bethany's grandmother followed, but not before winking at me. I shook my head until I was finally alone with Bethany.

"Merry Christmas," I offered with a smile, my heart beating faster now. A lot depended on what happened next.

"I hope you came here to do more than wish me a Merry Christmas," she said carefully, but then added, "Not that I don't appreciate it." I took a deep breath before replying. 

"I came here because the jury is finally back with its verdict," I said slowly, referring to what I said the last time we saw each other. "It's was unanimous. We love you." I shook my head in annoyance and corrected myself. "I mean, I love you."

"Are you sure?" she said, smiling slowly. "I mean, you did tell my grandmother that you wanted to marry me one day, but it doesn't hurt to be certain."

"You heard that, did you?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Yes, it was pretty funny," she grinned. I walked to her and pulled her into my arms. Her eyes looked up and met mine.

"I wasn't joking," I said in dead seriousness. Her grin disappeared slowly, but it was replaced with an even more joyful smile. 

"You know," she said almost hesitantly. "I don't believe you were." I bent down and kissed her to remove the last of her doubts. Her lips fit mine perfectly. 

"This whole thing is crazy. By the way, you should know a couple of things," she said as we broke apart. I nodded, letting her know to continue. "First and foremost, I love you too."

"You said that just before you went to sleep the last time we were together," I smiled. 

"Did I?" she laughed gently. "I wasn't sure if I did or I dreamed it." We shared another kiss, but this one was brief. 

"And what else do I need to know?" I asked, pulling back, more because I didn't want anyone from her family walking in on us kissing, especially not her grandfather.

"That mother was serious about not allowing me on campus anymore," she replied. "Frankly, there's a good chance we won't get any time to ourselves for quite a while."

"I can wait," I said confidently. She gave me an odd look so I added with a shrug, "If I have to. You're definitely worth it."

"So are you," she said with a smile. "But I'm not nearly as patient as you. I'm sure I can get grandmother to help out by distracting mother occasionally."

"The whole idea is disturbing on so many levels," I laughed. "But on the other hand, I'm all for it."

"Of course you are," she snorted. "Men!"

"Hey, you were the one who said she was impatient!" 

"I did, didn't I?" Bethany laughed, not really looking particularly embarassed. "Then again, that's your fault too. If you hadn't done such interesting things to me that night..."

"Don't worry," I smiled confidently. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of chances to revisit what happened. And one day, probably four and a half years from now when we're both out of college, we'll have all the time in the world."

"Oh it won't be that long," she promised. "After all, mother gets a hefty discount if I go to your college since she teaches there. And like I've said before, I really love the campus."

"Now that would be Heaven," I said, meaning it.

"Think of it as your Christmas present," Bethany laughed. 

"But I didn't get you anything," I joked. Bethany stopped laughing and looked up into my eyes once more. 

"You're here, that present enough." I leaned forward and we kissed again. There was probably a little too much passion in to for where we were, but I couldn't help it.

"Excuse me young man," a deep and somewhat irritated voice said, interrupting us. "But what exactly do you think you're doing with my granddaughter?"

Bethany and I separated. She was doing her best not to laugh. Me, not so much. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before facing her grandfather. I smiled and held out my hand.

"Merry Christmas sir, I'm William Barone." Bethany's grandfather took my hand almost reluctantly. "I apologize for you walking in on us kissing, but your granddaughter just agreed to go out with me."

"Actually, quite a bit more than that," Bethany teased softly. I turned to her in shock, but her expression didn't change. "Don't worry, grandfather is hard of hearing."

"Not with my new hearing aids," her grandfather said succinctly, turning and letting Bethany see that he had them in. She turned bright red and stuttered out an apology. I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. I think maybe it was the first time that I saw her truly and completely embarrassed. 

"Young man," her grandfather said with a shake of his head. "I'm going to have to wish you good luck. There's a lot of her grandmother in this young lady. You're going to need it."

"Grandpa!" Bethany snapped, but he refused to take his words back. 

"Look," he sighed as he turned to go back to the dining room. "Either say goodbye or invite him to dinner. The foods getting cold."

"Well, do you want to have dinner with us?" Bethany asked once we were alone again. She sounded hopeful. 

"I don't think that would make your mother very happy," I said carefully. 

"Hey, it wasn't my idea, it was grandpa's," she grinned. I wasn't sure staying was the smartest idea, but just like the last time, I knew I wasn't going to leave Bethany's side as long as she wanted me there. 

"Okay, sure." She smiled in satisfaction at my agreement, but her grin didn't disappear. In fact, it may have gown slightly. I knew something else was up.

"What?" I asked with a loud sigh. 

"You have to meet the rest of our holiday guests now," she laughed. "Don't worry, it's only mom's younger sister Aunt Debbie, her husband Frank and their two kids. It shouldn't be all that painful." She was still holding something back. I had a bad feeling I knew what.

"Let me guess," I sighed. "Your aunt Debbie knows what happened too, doesn't she?"

"And my cousin Diane," she added. "Well, a cleaned up version of it anyway. She's only thirteen."

"That's it," I grumbled as we walked hand in hand toward the same hallway everyone else had gone down. "I don't know how I'm going to do it, but somewhere before this night is over I'm going to get your mother to agree to let you come over my house for Christmas tomorrow. Let's see how much you enjoy meeting my family, all twenty five of them!"

"Mom will never go for it," Bethany said confidently.

"Don't be so sure," I grinned. "I'm a fast learner. I'll talk to your grandmother and get her help. Or maybe I'll talk to your grandfather instead. I think the ladies in your family underestimate him." I paused briefly before adding, "Better safe than sorry. I'll talk to them both."

"You know, that might just work," she said with a shake of her head, but then shrugged to herself and added, "At least your family doesn't know what happened."

"I wouldn't bet on that," I grinned. "My oldest brother does and much like your family, nothing in mine is sacred either."

"He wouldn't tell your mother, would he?" Bethany blanched. 

"Definitely not," I replied confident. "But then again, he would tell my father, who might tell mom."

"That's it!" she snapped as we entered the dining room. "I am never going to meet your family."

"Of course you are," a woman I didn't recognize said from the table. Her words stopped us both in our tracks. It had to be Bethany's Aunt Debbie. "He's here meeting yours today. If fact, you should probably go tomorrow. We don't do much on Christmas Day anyway."

"And we have a big family gathering that I'm sure Bethany will love." I was grinning at her because she suddenly looked desperate. "I told my oldest brother how we met and how Bethany introduced me to her mother, Professor Saxxon. He's dying to meet Bethany. In fact, he was the one who told me to come visit and tell Bethany how I feel."

"You told your brother how you two met?" the professor's mother asked in surprise. Everyone in 'the know' knew we weren't really talking about how Bethany and I met. We were talking about how her mother walked in on us the next morning.

"Yep, and by now I'm sure the whole family is aware." Okay, so it was a little cruel, but Bethany had been enjoying my discomfort a little too much earlier. 

"I can't go," Bethany said a little too quickly. "I'm grounded." 

"Oh," her mother began slowly with an odd smile. Okay, not odd as much as evil. "I'm willing to let you out tomorrow. I mean, it is Christmas after all."

"Mother, you can't!" Bethany cried, turning to her grandmother for help. The old woman shrugged.

"You're going to have to meet them eventually anyway. Better to get it done sooner rather than later."

"But they know about how we met," Bethany said pointedly.

"What's wrong with the way you met?" a young girl who was obviously Bethany's cousin Diane asked with a frown. "I think it was romantic. You met in the library while you were studying. He shared his alcove with you and then refused to let you walk home alone because it was late and dark out."

"You decided to look at the Christmas lights on Chapel Street instead of going directly home. Bethany, you told me he held your hand the whole time and that you had hot chocolate afterward. What's wrong with meeting like that? I hope I meet the nice boy like Will someday."

"Well, your cousin didn't quite tell you the whole story," I said, holding back a grin. It was pretty obvious who at the table knew what happened next. They were all looking at me pensively, wondering where I was planning of going with my statement. Interestingly, it was only the three ladies. Neither the kids, Aunt Debbie's husband nor Bethany's grandfather knew.

"What did she leave out?" Diane asked in obvious interest.

"Well, you see," I said, pausing for effect. I'd had my fun. It was time to let everyone relax. "Your cousin didn't know me very well and didn't trust me to walk her home, but I refused to let her go alone so we came to a compromise. She would hold the pepper spray she had with her just in case I tried anything while I walked her home." The sigh of relief from all four ladies was silent, but obvious. It was pretty funny actually, but I wasn't stupid enough to laugh.




First Semester Finals



"You mean, you were holding pepper spray in one hand and his hand with the other while you were looking at the Christmas lights?" Diane asked Bethany incredulously. 

"Well, a girl can never be too careful," my new girlfriend deadpanned. The truth was she'd never actually taken the pepper spray out of her knapsack, but this was funnier. "If I remember correctly, pepper spray wasn't the only thing I threatened him with."

"That's right!" I laughed. "You threatened to kick me where 'the sun don't shine' if I tried anything."

"And yet, here you are," the professor mumbled. Aunt Debbie quickly brought her drink to her lips to hide her laughter. Bethany's grandmother simply shook her head. It was Bethany whose reaction surprise me. 

"Actually, I pretty much had to demand a kiss when we finally arrived at the house," she smiled, remembering. This earned me odd looks from everyone around. Interestingly, it was her uncle and grandfather's looks that bothered me the most.

"She didn't have to demand one," I interjected. "It's just that it felt a little weird considering how hard it was to convince her to let me walk her home. Besides, I was afraid if I tried I'd end up in the hospital getting my eyes washed out." 

"I believe my exact words were 'Are you going to kiss me or what?'" Bethany reminded me. I laughed and rubbed my nose in embarrassment.

"You did say that," I admitted. "I was just trying to be a gentleman."

"So what happened next?" Diane asked.

"He kissed her," her father answered. "He'd have to be gay to do anything else."

"Dad!" Diane cried in embarrassment. 

"He's not wrong," her grandfather added with a laugh.

"Don't be offended, they're just having a little fun," aunt Debbie offered. 

"Don't worry about it," I said, shaking my head. "I learned today that it turns out my middle brother Ryan bet my older brother Matt that I was exactly that. It cost him ten bucks."

"Seriously?" Bethany asked in disbelief. 

"You'd have to know Ryan to understand. I told you having sibling wasn't all it was cracked up to be," I shrugged. "Especially, when you're the youngest of three boys." 

"Meeting your brothers should be interesting."

"You have no idea," I snorted.

"Men," Bethany's grandmother sighed, sharing a look with the rest of the ladies.

"So, was it a good kiss?" Diane asked, obviously not willing to let the story go despite the fact that it was pretty much over, at least the PG version.

"Not at first," I laughed, meeting Bethany gaze with a smile.

"But it got a lot better, fast," she added. We shared the moment until her mother interjected.

"I expect so. You two looked awfully cozy when I first saw you together." Her tone was more than a little sarcastic, causing both Bethany and me to blush. "Now let's eat."

"Not before Bethany and Will kiss," Diane insisted.

"Pardon?" I asked in surprise. Kissing Bethany in front of her entire family wasn't on my top ten list.

"Mistletoe!" Diane cried excitedly, pointing above the doorway we stood under.

"Seriously?" Bethany sighed at her younger cousin as I glanced up. "I thought you threw that away when your mother insisted." Sure enough, there was mistletoe above the doorway, but it clearly had seen better days.

"I did," Diane grinned. "But mommy helped me fish it out of the garbage when Grandma said Will would probably be joining us for dinner."

"If nothing else," professor Saxxon sighed, looking at me. "I think it's safe to assume you and I agree on how much siblings can be a pain."

"It's a start," her mother offered, and then looked me and added, "Now would you please kiss the girl so we can get on with dinner."

"Not a problem," I smiled, trying to hide my embarrassment. Bethany came into my arms easily enough. 

"You know, Diane isn't wrong," she said with a warm smile. "The way we met was romantic in a way."

"That's how I'll always remember it," I offered, only half joking. Bethany's smile grew as I pulled her lips to mine. I guess maybe kissing Bethany in front of her family wasn't such a bad thing after all. The hard part was stopping, at least until her family started making comments. Truthfully, they pretty much began as soon as our lips touched.

"If you don't finish soon I think I'm going to lose my appetite," her uncle Frank said.

"How come you don't kiss me like that anymore?" he wife retorted.

"Ill mom, just ill!" Diane grimaced, causing both her parents to look at each other and smile knowingly. 

At that point tried to stop the kiss, but Bethany refused. That earned a comment from her mother.

"Dear, doesn't your generation at least know of the concept of playing hard to get?"

"Apparently not," her father interjected with a laugh.

"What are you grinning about?" his wife asked. "It's not like our generation was any better."

"I know," he replied, surprising her and everyone else present by pulling her close and giving her a kiss. I was guessing that he might have had more than his fair share of eggnog. The funniest part was his daughters' reactions. 

"Ewwe!" Bethany's mother, the college professor cried. 

"That's just gross!" Aunt Debbie added, but she was grinning.

"Way to go dad!" her husband cried, making of all things, a fist pumping action. I didn't catch the rest of it because my attention was focused on Bethany. She'd finally broken our kiss and she was looking at me in a way that warmed me in all the important places.

I tuned out the rest of her family for a few moments. Well, actually I pretty much tuned out the entire world. Nothing mattered except the young woman in front of me. 

"Merry Christmas," Bethany said softly. 

"The first of many," I promised. I had no doubts, and from her expression I could tell that she didn't either. "This is the best Christmas ever."

Diane overheard us and blurted out, "How sweet! A Christmas romance!" And she wasn't wrong...so we kissed again, despite the catcalls and complaints from her family.