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As they continued their walk back outside through the far
end doors and Tenley Field came into view, she said, “Let’s see. We still have
to…streak across Tenley—okay, I nominate you for that.”

“Gladly.” Scott tore his shirt off but she turned away when
he pulled his pants down. He wished she hadn’t looked away. Part of him wanted
her to know she still turned him on. “But we always swore we would do this list
together and no one is out here right now. Unless you’re chicken….”

She smirked at him and he saw her eyes light up at the
challenge. “Fine. For the list.”

Scott watched her move to a darkened spot on the lawn to
peel her dress and undergarments off, his eyes tracking the materials down to
the grass. The tease of just the outline of her curves in the shadows was even
more arousing than the instant gratification of seeing her naked body.

“Eyes up, Matheson,” she warned as she got closer, but he
had already spied her perky tits, narrow waist and rounded hips.

It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.
“Got it,” he
said with a burst of laughter. “Ready? To the end and back.”

“Okay! Go!” she said. The two of them dashed across Tenley
Field, laughing as they went. Running beside a naked woman was incredibly exciting
and he slowed along the way to let her run past him so he could check out the
jiggle of her tits and ass. They were both out of breath when they got back to
the starting position and now he took her in with awe as she shimmied back into
her clothes. Damn, he really hoped Patrick appreciated what he had.

“A little help?” Kelly asked. A sliver of her smooth skin
was visible between the open teeth of her zipper. Scott muttered an expletive
to himself, reminded of how she would whimper when his tongue skated up the
bend of her back as they fucked doggy style, or her nails sinking into his
hamstring when she was shouting his name in pleasure during her orgasm. Is that
what she and Patrick did now? Was she saying his name? Was he pulling her hair?
Was he making her come so hard her breath would stagger and her body writhe
until she was exhausted?

“This is no fun,” he teased. He was partly joking, partly
serious, as his fingers tapped up her skin, and she shivered a little before he
dragged the zipper up. “I always enjoyed the unzipping part.”

“Yeah you did, especially when I would do it myself in a
strip tease,” she said.

“Are you even allowed to talk about this stuff with me? Is
Patrick going to burst out of the bushes and murder me?”

“We’re just talking.” Kelly turned to him with a condemning
scowl. “What is it with you and Patrick, anyway? Why don’t you like him? You
encouraged me to pursue it.”

“Sorry.” It was true and he had because he thought Patrick
made her happy. His heart sank at her words but he kept his expression neutral
as they moved on to the Harold Gabel statue, which was next on the list. “So it’s
really something you see going past college? You and Patrick?”

“Yeah…”

“What’s the hesitation for?”

“That wasn’t hesitation.” But there was no assurance in her
voice and she said no more once they were standing in front of the granite
replica of the school’s founder in the middle of the quad. “You have to give
him a rim job,” she said with a snort.

“We both have to lick Mr. Gabel’s stone ass, Lee. Do what
countless other students before us have done. The millions of them that exist
out there.”

“Eww,” she said before Scott lifted her by the waist so that
she could perform the ritual. “Yuck…oh!” Kelly missed the statue’s platform on
the way down and collapsed against him, catching him off guard, and they both
tumbled to the grass. She landed on top of him but quickly rolled off to the
side, a loud laugh escaping her. At the sound, Scott stroked her face, driven
by the sudden need to touch her, and she quieted.

Their lips were so close he could see the slight quiver of
hers and the temptation to kiss her was too great—he could feel it, like an
itch deep in his chest—but he had a lot of restraint, so he didn’t. He only
touched his lips to her ear and indulged in the scent of her hair like he had
earlier. “Are you okay?” he asked, locking eyes with her.
She has a
boyfriend
, he warned himself.

“Probably not a good idea to climb statues in heels,” she
said, her gaze dropping to his mouth just briefly, but then she was up on her
feet again. “Okay, your turn.”

He climbed up on his own and touched his tongue to the
granite and a wave of sadness hit him. There was only one more thing to do and
then they would have no more reason to hang out past tonight. Everything would
go back to how it was before.

“What’s the last thing?” he asked, masking the
disappointment in his tone with a bright smile, and they were moving through
the quad once more with her in the lead.

“Um… it involves the quad fountain,” she muttered. “We have
to get in…”

“Easy enough.” He stepped into the water once they reached
it.

Kelly stepped in too. “And kiss.”

“Oh…well, we could just kiss each other on the cheek.”

“Not quite,” she responded, glancing down at the list. “It
specifically says ‘Make out with another student in the Gabel fountain’.” Scott
scooped up some water and tossed it at her until she was hopping around and
shrieking. “Oh my God! Why are you splashing me?”

“’Cause it’s Patrick’s fault that we can’t finish the
goddamn…” He trailed off when she retaliated with vicious splashing in return.
“List.” Soon they were caught in a playful wrestle, which he was in danger of
losing the more her wet dress clung to her body and further defined the curves
of her hips and breasts. Giving in to the lustful thoughts that had been
inundating him all night, he pulled her against him and she finally released
her hold on him. Her dress was hiked up, revealing her boy shorts underwear
with the bottom of her ass hanging out. He laced his fingertips up the side of
her thighs and she moaned against his chest.

“Scott,” she said and her nails curled into his back.

“Do I still get you wet, Lee?” he whispered, rubbing his
thigh in the space between her legs.

“We shouldn’t…we can’t do this,” she said but she didn’t
pull away and her breaths quickened.

“Do you ever think about me when he’s touching you?” he
asked in an insistent tone. “When he’s buried deep inside you?” They jumped
back from one another as her cell phone rang and Kelly climbed out of the
fountain to reach for her bag. She looked between him and her phone and he
guessed it was Patrick. She gave him an apologetic look, confirming his
suspicion, and pressed the cell to her ear.

“Patrick…hey,” she said. “You’re back already? No I’m not at
my dorm. Yeah…I’ll be there in five minutes. Can’t wait to see you, either.
Yeah. Bye.” She slipped her phone back into her bag and didn’t meet Scott’s
eyes right away.

Even as despair cloaked him, he pressed out a smile and said,
“It’s okay, Lee. Come on, I’ll walk you back to your car.”

Kelly

Kelly leaped into Patrick’s arms, wrapping her legs around
his waist the minute she stepped out of the car and pressing her lips to his in
a kiss so forceful he was out of breath once they stopped. She had never been
so turned-on in her life. The entire night with Scott, all of her nerve endings
had felt exposed, her body yearning to feel his fingers and tongue again. It
had taken every ounce of willpower not to just pull Scott into a nearby bush
and let him have his way with her.
Of course you still make me wet
, she
had wanted to say when he asked, and the whole drive back to her dorm, her clit
had throbbed so much, she had squeezed her legs together to soothe the ache.

“Whoa. Hey, babe. You must’ve really missed me,” Patrick
said with a laugh.

“Yes. Now take me upstairs and I’ll show you just how much,”
she urged as she hopped down off him. She couldn’t get him into her room fast
enough. She tried to push the thoughts of Scott from her mind but it was
impossible to deny that he was the reason she wanted to fuck Patrick so badly
right now.

They landed on her bed with him on top of her, his hips
wedged between her thighs and her legs in a loose fold around him. “I know I
can get you wet but this is just ridiculous,” he teased as he pulled her
soaking dress down. “Where were you tonight?”

“Um…ended up in the fountain…long story,” she said, laughing
nervously.

“Not as long as what you’re about to get,” he said before pinning
her wrists to the mattress above her head. He shoved his fingers into her slick
pussy, staring down at her in a ravenous, lustful gaze. She shut her eyes
briefly when Scott’s face appeared.

“I want to suck your cock first,” she said.

Patrick got to his feet and stripped off his clothes. “Whoa.
I’ve never seen or heard you be this aggressive before.” She didn’t show this
side of herself to Patrick at all. Only Scott had ever heard her talk dirty in
bed. Patrick clutched his dick with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair
with the other when Kelly got down on her knees in front of him. She stretched
her lips around the moist, salty tip before sliding her mouth over his smooth
hardened length.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it all the way,” he said, stroking
himself at the base as she took in his flesh, and with the steady thrusts of
his hips, he pumped into her mouth. “Suck me hard, Kelly. Shit. Feels so
fucking good. Take me deep, baby.” His breaths got raspy and his hold on her
hair tensed when she gripped his dick, jerking him in time with the movement of
her mouth. “Not too fast. Shit…I want to come in your pussy, baby.”

He lifted her to her feet and guided her to the bed, then
spread her legs wide once she was on her back. Raising both her legs to his
shoulders and clutching her hips, he put his mouth to her clit, tracing soft
circles into the sensitive nub. Patrick squeezed her nipples between his
fingers and Kelly arched off the bed.
Scott. Oh, Scott.

“Lick it harder,” she said as she clutched the back of his
head. He pushed his fingers into her opening and quickened the pace of his
tongue until she was crying out and shivering against his lips. “Make me come.”
Scott
. Kelly speared her fingers through his hair, fisting what little
she could grab as she climaxed.

“Damn, you’re so hot when you talk like that,” he said. “Get
on your hands and knees.” Then she heard the familiar crackle of the condom
wrapper as he tore it open. After she repositioned herself, she bit down on her
lower lip as she clenched around him sliding into her from behind, but her mind
drifted back to the night in Scott’s room when she was bent over his desk.
Patrick grabbed her hips and slammed against her ass before he reached beneath
her to finger her clit.

“Patrick,” she yelled as she lost control to her release. He
withdrew, flipped her over to her back and, after bracing his hands on either
side of her, rocked into her. Head thrown back, Kelly twisted the sheets in her
hands, taking every sensual, pleasurable blow quaking through her body. “Yes,
baby. Fuck me hard.” It had never been like this between them. She moaned as
she let his face morph into Scott’s momentarily, then grabbed his butt, begging
him to drive into her harder. “Fuck me just like that, Patrick,” she pleaded. “Don’t
stop.” He eased his hand between them until he found her clit again and pushed
her right to the edge of her orgasm.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he whispered, leaning into her ear. “Come
with me.” Digging her nails into his muscular shoulders, she clung to him as
his thrusts strengthened with enough force to ram her bed against the wall.
Then they came together in a tangle of limbs, both gasping and quivering, in
what ultimately had to be the best night of sex they had ever had.

* * * * *

“You want to break up? Really?” Kelly asked. She watched in
shock as Patrick collected his things the next morning. It was barely dawn and
they had just been cuddling a few hours before. “But last night…?”

He shrugged before jumping into his jeans. “Was great.
Really great. Better than anything we’ve done since we got together. But
breaking up is actually what I wanted to talk to you about last night. That’s
why I was here but then one thing led to another…the thing is, babe, we’re
college juniors. We’ve got one more year left and I just don’t think a
relationship is the best way for us to be. I tried. I really tried. I care
about you Kelly, but I don’t want a wife at twenty-one, you know? We can still
be friends, right?” The smile on his face was actually genuine in its
hopefulness. He was serious. This was clearly something he had been thinking
about for a while.

“Wow. I guess,” she muttered as she walked him to the door
of her dorm room. Patrick planted a quick kiss on her cheek before he sauntered
down the hallway. Kelly was stunned. She’d left an awesome night with Scott to
come back to her room for what was essentially breakup sex? Maybe it was karmic
punishment for thinking about Scott in the first place. Now he probably wouldn’t
even talk to her. But even more than that, her year-old relationship, which she
had thrown away a few friendships for, was over. She was really alone now and
suddenly the tears came.

As the weeks went on, she saw Patrick around campus with a
different girl every few days. She heard he was definitely making the most of
his newfound single life. Kelly, however, locked herself away in her room,
eating tubs of ice cream and watching old black-and-white movies on the Turner
Classic channel. She saw Scott too but he barely looked in her direction. So
much like that week during freshman year when she thought he was interested in
Rebecca, she did her best to avoid any run-ins with him but she worked on
mending her friendship with Rebecca as the year drew to a close. Over the last
few weeks of junior year, Rebecca helped her gather all of Patrick’s things and
leave them in several boxes on top of his car in front of the dorm of the new
woman he was seeing. His obvious indifference when he saw her only sent Kelly
further into despair for several more weeks but rekindling the friendship with
Rebecca was a great distraction from her broken heart, both from Patrick and
the loss again of Scott.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving so soon,” Kelly whined to
Rebecca as they packed up her room in the sorority house. “How are all your
exams during the first three days?”

“Luck of the draw, sister! And I’m so happy to get away from
this place. My parents won’t be back from their trip until next week so I’ll
have the house to myself for a while.” Rebecca winked. “When do you leave?”

“Not until the very end of the exam period. My last exam is
on the day before I fly home. Sucks.”

“Scott’s here until the end too,” Rebecca said, lilting.

Kelly made a face at her but her stomach clenched in
sadness. Being on campus alone would’ve been the perfect opportunity to spend
time with him, especially with Patrick out of the picture.

“What are your plans for the summer?” Rebecca asked.

“Getting under someone who isn’t Patrick Emory,” Kelly joked
but her throat tightened upon the brief reflection of the breakup.

“Someone like…Scott Matheson? As much as you’ve been crying
your eyes out, you have to know Patrick wasn’t right for you. The guy’s a
player. He’s much better suited for girls like me, who just want the fun for a
while. You need someone who’s going to be thinking about you next week, not
just the next hour.”

Kelly sighed, drawing a length of tape over one of Rebecca’s
boxes. “It’s probably not Scott, though. He hasn’t even talked to me since the
night of your sorority’s party. And I wouldn’t talk to me either. Not after I
went back home to Patrick knowing Scott was the one I really wanted to be with.”
She had been relying on her vibrator nearly every night, unable to sate her desire
for him.

“You two work so hard to be apart,” Rebecca said with her
hand on her hip, a look of frustration hardening her face. “I really don’t
understand it. It’s like you and Scott are majoring in how to make yourselves
and each other miserable. Not to rub Patrick’s shitty philosophy in your face,
but time really is of the essence. Once we graduate, life won’t be like this
anymore. We’ll be making concrete decisions we won’t be able to just change
like when we want to drop a class or switch our academic advisors.”

The women lifted some of Rebecca’s smaller boxes and carried
them down the hall to the storage room. “I’m not like you, you know, Becks. It’s
not easy for me to just go after who and what I want but maybe that’s what I’ll
do this summer. I’ll take the initiative with guys when I’m back home. Date a
little.”

Rebecca beamed. “Ooh! I like that. First step to attracting
all the guys is working on our bikini bodies. Are you still up for a run?”

“Definitely.” Anything to clear her head. She was excited
about the possibility of starting something new far away from Gabel and its
drama but her heart carried a perpetual burn for Scott. And with only one year
left, maybe Rebecca wasn’t too far off base. How many more chances would she
and Scott have to finally get it right?