Nic's Devotion: An Endless Series: Book One (4 page)

     Slipping out of bed I shuffled down the hall to the
bathroom. The mirror showed red puffy eyes and major bed head which wasn’t
surprising since I’d gone to sleep with wet hair. I took another quick shower,
braided my hair, and brushed my teeth. Walking back toward my bedroom I heard
the channels changing on the television telling me mom was awake. She’d wake up
at odd times in the night and watch television until she fell asleep again.

     Shivering in my sport bra and panties I stared into my
closet debating on what to wear. I would have to look for another job today so
I needed to look somewhat presentable. I had early classes…and that thought had
me thinking that maybe I could get a job on campus.

     With a hesitant plan in place I decided on a pair of
khaki’s pants, a black button up shirt, and a large black sweater, because it
was cold out. Pulling on some socks I tramped down the short hallway to the
kitchen. The idea of food twisted my stomach slightly but I hadn’t eaten
anything since early afternoon yesterday. Knowing I needed something in my
belly I threw some bread in the toaster and drank some orange juice. I could
eat more at the cafeteria later today. It was free for me there with my
scholarship.

     I’d received a full scholarship to the University of
Virginia for four years. My major was Marine Biology. I could be living on
campus for free; it was included as part of my scholarship, but then there
would be no one to take care of my mom. She received money from an insurance
policy, but I’m the one who went grocery shopping and wrote the bills for the
rent and utilities. I also kicked in money from my jobs so the insurance money
would last longer. 

     After I got the toast down I filled the sink with soapy
water, and then taking a deep breath I strode into the living room.

     Mom was lying on the couch exactly where she’d been
last night, and the night before, and the month before that. I leaned over to
pick up all the dirty dishes littering the coffee table doing my best to stay
out of her line of sight to the television. My arm must have obstructed her
view for a second though.

     “I can’t see.” She complained, not bothering to look at
me.

     “Sorry, I’ll be just a second.” I replied shortly.

      “You need to go shopping today. I made a list.” She
waved to the small scrap of paper on the table.

     “Maybe you could go today. It would be good for you to
get out today; get some fresh air.” I suggested.

     The glare that came my way was colder than outside. “I
don’t want to go out. I’m fine right where I am. And since you’re here it’s the
least you could do.” She sneered.

     I’d heard that reference too many time to count and it
only caused a small twinge in my chest at this point.

      “I’ll try.” Picking up the list I carried the dirty
dishes back to the kitchen to wash them. When I was done I slipped my coat and
boots on and stuffed my braided hair into a large beanie hat.

     Grabbing my gloves I didn’t bother to say goodbye as I
left, just closed the door and locked it behind me.

     I caught the bus and rode it thirty minutes to the
University. It was a little after six when I arrived on campus. There were very
few people up and about. My class didn’t start until eight, so I visited the on
campus stores and eateries but didn’t see any signs for jobs. I decided to
check out the library. There were signs posted regularly outside or I could
check out UVA campus jobs online.

     The library was empty except for the employees behind
the desk. Sitting at one of the computers I brought up the jobs website.
Uuhg
,
there was nothing; at least nothing that I wanted. Guess it was time to get out
of my comfort zone. There was a clerk and stocker position open at the athletic
building.

     Could I handle being around testosterone laden guys
continuously?

     Jeez, when did I get sexist…there were girls sports
too.

     Could I handle being around estrogen laden females?

     Only one way to find out.

Chapter Three

NIC

      “Hey Nic.”

     I turned toward the low sexy drawl whispering over my
shoulder. Nikki. We’d had two random hook-ups in the last few weeks and she was
always hanging around for more. She was blonde, built, and attractive, and
she’d been convenient for a quick sexual release. Both times I’d banged her had
been at a party; the first time in a bathroom, and the second in a back yard
between some bushes. She’d made it easy, pulling up her skirt both times and
offering me her ass. It was like she had known my preference. I wasn’t a big
fan of looking in their faces as I pounded them to a climax.

     However, Nikki had started going on and on about how
our names were so much alike and how cute would it be if we were a couple with
similar names. I’d shut down all further advances after that. 

     “Nikki.” I acknowledged. I never tried to be a dick to
the girls I slept with unless they started to become stalker‘ish. She was
getting close.

     I relaxed back against the wall and took a drink of my
water. It was midnight Friday, or Saturday morning, and I and several other
guys from the team had come out to the Delta Omega Sorority for their January
winter fest…which was just an excuse to have a party and get laid. They had a
fest every month for something. Most everyone else was drinking or drunk
already, but I only drank in the off season and that wasn’t now.

     Nikki sidled up closer to me pushing another girl who’d
been running her fake fingernails over my arm out of the way. The girl was a
freshman in the Sorority and young like another girl I couldn’t get out of my
head, but this one was a lot less sweet and innocent.

     “What the hell, bitch?” The girl—didn’t catch her
name—exclaimed furiously at Nikki’s maneuver.

     Nikki gave her an evil glower. “You did not just say
that to me,
pledge
.”

     The freshman blanched, realizing through her hazy
drunken eyesight that Nikki was an older sister of the Sorority she was pledging.
She skedaddled away swiftly. I watched her flee with no real regret. She’d been
cute, but I’d felt no true interest.

     “You’re looking extra ripped tonight, Nic.” Nikki
slurred trailing her fingertip up my bicep, shoulder, and across my chest.

     I sighed and smirked down at her. “I’m pretty sure I
look the same as I did the last time you saw me.”

     “Are you sure?” She splayed her hand over one pectoral
and squeezed. “Because this definitely looks, and feels bigger.”   

     “It’s the same.” I looked over her head bored with the
conversation. My body was just as bored showing no responsiveness at all. Most
of the girls from these houses thought that physique compliments were the
definition of profound dialogue.

     I spotted Landon with some chick hanging on him and
Noah and his girlfriend, Amanda, over by the door. “Got to go, Nikki. See you
around.” I walked away without a backwards glance. “You guys heading out?” I
asked walking up. Both Landon and Noah had water bottles while the girls had
plastic cups of whatever they were serving. The guys were as dedicated as I
when it came to staying clean during the season. Most of the team was. Those
who weren’t played at half their potential and we made sure they knew it.

     “Yeah” Landon glanced over my shoulder. “Did you
already take care of business?” He queried with a smirk.

     That was Landon’s subtle way of asking if I banged
Nikki in a hidden corner. “Not interested.” I replied.

     He grinned like a fool and waved his arm around. “So
pick something else, it’s a smorgasbord here.” He slapped the girl’s ass next
to him and she giggled gratingly, pushing up against his side. He shrugged her
away instantly. The girl accepted the shrug off with a pout, continuing to stay
by his side.

     Landon was a complete jackass to women, he almost
seemed to get off on it, and surprisingly many put up with it…probably because
his family was as rich as Midas. Landon cared less about whom he stuck his dick
in than I did, and that was saying something.    

     “Nothing looked good.” I grunted irritably. “I’m ready
to go.”

     “If you’re looking for something as good as last week
you’re going to have a
long
wait.” Noah laughed.

     I stiffened up unconsciously.

     “What happened last week, or should I ask who?” Amanda
asked curiously.

     Before I could say ‘nothing’ Noah plowed ahead. “When
we were out to dinner last Thursday, you know the night I gave you that
present,” he gave her a kiss on the cheek, “the waitress who served us caught
Nic’s attention. Don’t hit me baby but she was hot, but at the same time she
had a girl next door vibe.”

     Having Noah describe her again made me grit my teeth.
“She was too young.”

     Amanda looked at Noah for conformation. I gave him a
lethal glare. He grinned and gave a shrug. “She might have been
just
under eighteen,” his grinned widened, “but I don’t think so.” He laughed and
pulled Amanda out the front door with a cherry wave.

     “If she’s the one holding you back from scoring, man,
you better do something. You’ll end up having blue balls before too long.”
Landon snorted. 

     The girl next to him giggled again, but it was shorter
this time, thankfully.

     “That’s not the reason I haven’t scored lately. Like I
said, nothing’s grabbing my interest. I’m just not going to fuck to fuck.” I
groused. I don’t know why nobody was catching my eye, but if it went much
longer I might start to get a little nervous. My dick was usually the first to
show an interest in someone and then my mind would follow. It’s not like my
expectations were too high; good looking, nice body, fine with a casual
hook-up, and if the girl wasn’t too annoying than we were good to go for the
night.

     However, my libido seemed to be asleep lately; only a
few twitches here and there.

     Well, except for in the mornings when I would wake up
my dick throbbing with the hardest morning wood ever…since puberty at
least…along with fading dreams of amazing blue eyes and black hair.

     Landon laughed. “Man, that’s deep. You should patent
that.”

     “Patent what?” Seth stepped up next to us pushing a few
people out of the way to make room. It wasn’t that Seth was fat, because he
wasn’t; he just took up a lot of space. 

     “Hey Pit. Nic was just enlightening me to the fact that
he’s not going to fuck just to fuck.” Landon grinned.

     “Don’t call me Pit.” Seth grunted. “And that should be
any guy’s mantra. Who wants to fuck just for the sake of fucking? It’d be like
playing the game for the fans, or the coach’s, or our parents instead of doing
it for ourselves. Talk about taking all the fun out of it.”

     Talk about deep. I clapped Seth on the back and pointed
my water bottle at Landon. “You just been schooled for free man.” 

     The girl giggled
again
. I winced
again
.
Seth looked down at her with a frown. Landon turned on her with irritation.
“Either stop with the fucking witch cackle or go away.” He growled. 

      Her mouth pressed together but she didn’t leave. I
shook my head at the incredibility of it. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you guys
tomorrow on the field. Ten a.m. sharp.” Turning I headed for the door.

     “I’m coming with you.” Seth rumbled walking with me.
“This place lost its appeal as soon as the card game was over.”

     Seth wasn’t much for partying. He mostly went for the
poker games. “Did you win anything?”

     He shrugged offhandedly. “Mostly leaving with what I
came with.”

     Seth played cards to pass the time, as long as he
didn’t lose much than it was a good night for him. If he won then it was a
great night. “No tidbit for you tonight?” I inquired.

     “Like I said.” He grunted shortly. “Evan?”

     “He went off with some girl almost as soon as we got
here.” I answered.

     He grunted. Evan didn’t need all night to make his
choice.

     “Manny’s?” I posed. Manny’s was an all-night, on-campus
burger joint.

     Seth gave me a look that said ‘did I really have to
ask’ which had me grinning. It was a rather stupid question. Seth was always up
for food.

∞              
∞               ∞

    
     I got up early the next morning…after another disconcerting dream…because
one of my arm guards had broken during the last practice and I needed to get a
new one. Seth, Landon, Evan, Noah, and I rented a large house just off campus.
We normally carpooled, but no one wanted to get up early just to make a run to
the athletic store. I’d showered last night to get the party stink off, so I
just dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen for something to eat. Two egg
sandwiches, a large orange juice, and one banana later I was heading out the
door.

     The Sports shop wasn’t far from the lacrosse field, but
I also wanted to check out some new shafts which could take me a few more
minutes of browsing. Parking near the doors I jumped out and jogged inside; a
ding-dong jingle heralded my presence. The place appeared empty as I headed
directly for the lacrosse section and grabbed the arm-guard I needed. That
taken care of I turned to the shafts and began feeling them up. It may sound
pervy but it was all about the right feel.

     “Can I help you with anything over there, or are you
all set?”