Chapter Two
Kristin prepared herself for the awkwardness of seeing Randy in class by convincing herself that nothing happened.
So they had kissed.
So they had seen each other naked.
So he’d sucked her breasts and fingered her pussy.
So she’d held his little dick in her hands.
They hadn’t actually fucked.
Besides, he had to know that their encounter had been nothing more than a weak moment, brought on by the stress of the assignment and, for her, a long period of abstinence. There was no need for anxious explanations or hasty apologies, she was sure of it.
That surety, however, didn’t keep her face from flushing hot when Randy looked up from his seat when she walked into class. All through class, she felt his eyes on her. After class, she bolted out as quickly as she could, but he caught up with her outside.
“Kristin, wait up.” He grabbed her arm to stop her. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
“Hey, Randy.” Her voice was neither friendly nor rude. She didn’t want to be a bitch, but neither did she want him to think they had something.
“I thought we should talk about, you know, the other night.”
She held up her hand to stop him. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“Yeah, but—” He stepped forward and his chest touched her hand.
“No.” Jerking her hand away, she took a step back and folded her arms across her chest in a protective gesture. Her stomach pitched at the thought of having to hurt his feelings. But she’d do it if he persisted in his attempt to continue what she’d so foolishly started. She would, dammit.
“Let me finish, will you?”
She clamped her mouth closed. Fine. She’d hear him out. Then break his heart.
“Uh, look…” He swallowed. “I regret what happened the other night.”
A breath of relief rushed from her lips, and her heart lifted out of her stomach. “God, I’m so glad you said that. I totally regret it, too. Good thing Sean stopped us, huh?”
His eyebrows drew together in an irritated frown. “No, what I mean is that I regret not being prepared. That we didn’t get to, you know, finish what we started.”
Kristin’s heart dropped back into the pit at every word. Shit! She was going to have to hurt him. And it was all her fault for getting mixed up with him in the first place. She didn’t care about him. Had been willing to use him to satisfy her urges. Stupid urges!
“And that thing you did,” Randy continued, “asking Sean for a cup of condoms—that was the best thing any girl has ever done for me. We would have used them all.” He stepped closer and tried to take her hand.
She stepped back, away from his touch. “Look, Randy. You’re a nice guy, but what almost happened the other night is not going to happen again. Ever.”
“I know,” he said with a chuckle, not getting her point. “Cuz I bought some condoms.”
Shit! “No, that’s not what—”
“Yeah, a whole box. With ribs for your pleasure.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Frustration spiked her temperature, her temper, and her tongue. “It was a mistake! A big, fucking mistake!” Seeing the hurt look on his face, she inhaled, counted to five, and then exhaled. “Sorry. Shit,” she gritted and stared down at the space between them. When her temper was once again neutral, she looked up into his eyes. “You and I will never happen.” She shook her head for emphasis. “And we’re not talking about this again. Ever. Now, excuse me. I have to get to my next class.”
She turned and rushed across campus, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. Only once did she glance back over her shoulder, just to convince herself that he wasn’t following. The look on his face as he watched her go—his face red, his eyes narrowed, his mouth a clamped line—would stay with her a long time.
****
When she got home that afternoon, her roommate, Zoe, handed her a note scribbled with Sean and a phone number.
“Who is Sean?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
Kristin glanced at the note then tossed it on her bed along with her backpack. Her heart pounded like she’d just run a marathon, but she willed her face not to show any emotion. The last thing she needed was for Zoe to start digging into her business. She adored her roommate, but she tended to get over-involved. And she’d hated every guy Kristin had ever been interested in.
“Nobody.” Kristin zigged.
“Mr. Nobody sounded hot. And that accent. Yum-yum-bubble-gum!”
Kristin pulled off her boots and curled up on her bed and tried not to smile.
“Well?” Zoe asked when she didn’t respond.
“Well, what?” Kristin zagged.
“Who is he?” Zoe sat beside her. “And why didn’t he call your cell phone?”
“He’s just some guy I met the other night, and he doesn’t have my number.”
“You must have made quite an impression for him to take the time to look you up.”
Your breasts are spectacular. Kristin felt her face warm as she remembered his comment. She gave a noncommittal shrug.
“Kristin…”
“What?”
“You’re blushing.” Zoe smiled.
“No, I’m not,” she denied, but she felt heat crawling across her cheeks and down her chest, where it settled between her legs. She started to get off the bed, but Zoe stopped her.
“Don’t make me beg. Tell me about him already.”
“I don’t know him, so there’s nothing to tell.”
“At least tell me what he looks like.”
Kristin sighed and accessed the clear images of Sean in her mind. “Tall. Broad shoulders. Muscular arms. Six-pack abs—”
“Wait, you saw him without his shirt? In this weather? Where did you meet him? Between his sheets?” Zoe laughed.
“No!” Kristin got up again, but Zoe stopped her, again.
“Tell me more.”
“All right! Damn, you’re bossy! Messy blond hair—”
“Like Matthew McConaughey?”
“No, more like Paul Walker in that archaeology movie. You know the one.”
“Mmmm, yeah.” She closed her eyes. “Okay. Got it.” Opened them. “Go on.”
“Blue eyes.” So dark they’re almost black. “Great smile.” So amazing it stops my heart. “Great legs.” And arms and abs and face and…“No piercings or tattoos I could see.” And boxer shorts that revealed his strong Irish pride.
Zoe slid her hands between her legs and arched her back like a cat. “He sounds Gosling-alicious. I’m horny just thinking about him. Are you guys going to hook up?”
God, I hope so, was her first thought, but she waved off Zoe’s comment. “No.”
“You know I love you, but really, you’re way overdue for some cock.”
“Zoe!”
“Honey, it’s been two years. And you know what they say about Irish men.”
“No, what do they say about Irish men?”
“They don’t wear anything under their kilts, so their package always swings low to grow long and strong.”
At the thought of Sean’s long and strong package, shivers flashed across Kristin’s body and met at her crotch to spiral against her like a tongue.
“I thought it was the Scots who wore kilts?” Kristin asked, trying to get her mind off Zoe’s statement.
“That’s so not the point,” Zoe said.
“How about you whip out your laptop and do a search on that while I grab a shower,” Kristin said and started to rise from the bed.
“Oh no you don’t.” Zoe lay across her lap, blocking her. “You’re not getting out of here until you tell me what you’re hiding.”
Kristin knew she’d only end up telling Zoe everything eventually, so she plopped back onto the bed.
“There’s this guy in my forensics class. Randy. He’s kind of a geek, but sweet. The other night we were alone in the library, working on a report we’d been assigned. I’m not into him, but I suddenly needed someone. Of course, it didn’t take any time at all to get him to take me back to his room.”
“Of course. And then?”
“We almost had sex.”
“Almost? What, couldn’t he get it up?”
“No, it was up. But it had nothing to wear…if you know what I mean.”
“No way,” she scoffed. “I’ve never known a guy who didn’t have at least one condom with him at all times.”
“Yeah, me too, but anyway…In desperation, I went next door to borrow some from his neighbor, who turned out to be his RA—that Sean guy—who then kicked me out of the dorm because women aren’t allowed on the floor after midnight. By the way, the rule is they kick out the women they see, so just don’t get seen while you’re with Mason in his room.”
“Actually, the rule is no women after one o’clock, and then they only kick out the ones they see…and they usually don’t even follow that rule,” Zoe said, waving away the warning. “But go on.”
“After one? Are you sure?” Did he kick me out early so I wouldn’t have time to have sex with Randy?
“Positive. Why? Is that important?”
She shook her head. “I must have misunderstood. Anyway, he—Sean—walked me home.”
“And?”
“And that’s it. End of story.”
“No, not end of story. You’re into this guy.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m into school. Relationships get in the way.”
“You can’t spend your remaining year of school in celibacy. It’s not healthy.”
“I have plenty of sex.”
“Survival sex with your nympho roommate and your trusty vibrator doesn’t count.”
“I never heard either of you complain.”
Zoe’s pale blue eyes grew bright. She leaned over and pressed her lips against Kristin’s. “And you never will,” she said, before pushing her back onto the bed.
“I really need a shower.” Kristin’s protests were half-hearted.
“Later.” She smiled. “For now, close your eyes and pretend I’m Sean.” She shifted her hands to the hem of Kristin’s sweater and lifted it past her stomach and over her breasts. Kristin felt a spark finger her pussy when Zoe’s mouth found a puckered nipple and sucked it, starting the juices flowing and flesh throbbing before moving on to the other nipple.
Zoe sucked and licked and bit her way down across her stomach, lower to her mound. Kristin’s mind throbbed with the image of Sean. Sean’s hands stripping her of her clothes. Sean’s hands spreading her legs wide. Sean’s tongue diving into her wet pussy, lapping and licking. Sean’s cock plunging deeply inside her. And it was Sean’s name she called out at her moment of release.
When she opened her eyes, it was Zoe’s blonde head on her stomach, not Sean’s. She had to find a way to turn her sex fantasy with Sean into reality.
When Kristin got back from her shower, Zoe was gone. Her note said: Gone to Mason’s. Call Sean. Invite him over for some lovin’! Z. On top sat a condom.
Kristin grabbed the note with Sean’s number on it and stared at it, seeing his face, eyes, smile, body. Hearing his sexy voice say her name.
She crawled onto her bed, taking the note and her cell phone with her. She was ready to punch in his number when the landline rang. She answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, darlin’.”
She’d recognize that lilt anywhere. “Who is this?”
“Your friendly condom supplier.”
“The way I remember it, you didn’t supply me with anything except a hard time and an escort home. And, on top of that, you lied to me.”
“What did I lie about?”
“Women are allowed on your floor until one in the morning. I still had at least twenty minutes left when you kicked me out.”
His soft chuckle shimmied up her spine. “My mistake, darlin’. Guess I owe you.”
“Guess you do.”
“When would you like your apology and cup of condoms delivered?”
“Whoa. Not so fast.” She stretched out on her bed. “You didn’t just rob me of condoms that night.”
“Ah. Well, in that case, I’m going to need more time to satisfy this debt.”
“More time? Hmm. I don’t know…”
“I’ll make it worth the wait.”
Yes, yes, yes! “What do you have in mind?”
“I’ll work out the details and let you know tomorrow.”
“It better be good.”
The silky sound of his soft laugh wrapped around her heart.
“It’ll take your breath away, Kristin. I promise.”
It already was.
****
An emerald green satin bag sat in her mailbox at the front desk the following afternoon. Inside was a mug emblazoned with a four-leaf clover, holding one extra-large lubricated condom and a note laying out Sean’s payment plan, starting the following morning.
Saturday @ 8 a.m. Breakfast
Sunday @ 3 p.m. Walk
Monday @ 8 p.m. Movie
Tuesday @ 12:15 p.m. Lunch
Wednesday @ 8 a.m. Coffee/escort to class
Thursday @ 7 p.m. Dinner
Friday @ 7 p.m. Massage
Saturday Condom payoff
****
“You’re going where?” Zoe lifted her head an inch off her pillow to squint at the time on her cell then over at Kristin, who was dressed and brushing her hair.
“Breakfast with Sean.”
She groaned. “Why don’t you just do him and get it over with.”
“His plan to draw things out means we get a chance to get to know each other. I think it’s clever—and pretty sweet.” Kristin pulled the brush through her dark strands a final time, and then flipped her hair. “Besides, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day.”
“He better not make all his payments this early in the morning.” Zoe plopped her head into her pillow and pulled the covers over her head when Kristin laughed. “You’re both weird and perfect for each other.”
Kristin took a final glance in the mirror. Her eyes were shining and there was an excitement to her actions that had absolutely everything to do with the fact that she couldn’t wait to see Sean again. Zoe was right—she needed some big cock—and if she had her way, she’d remedy that problem today.