His black hair was just long enough for my fingers to curl into.
Those blue eyes felt like they could pin me without even touching my body.
He didn't look away, and I couldn't either. Not when his hands moved over every inch of me.
Not when my nails dragged down his back and he groaned into my neck.
Not when he pushed deeper, again and again, heat rolling off both of us.
Sweaty. Breathless. Incredible.
Absolutely, unbelievably incredible.
My back arched, his mouth wrapped around my right nipple, and that was it.
I was right there. I was going to come. I was going to come. I was going to….
The alarm went off.
You have got to be kidding me.
I groaned, slapped around for my phone, and shut it off. Seriously. Couldn't I have had a few more minutes?
Because that dream? That wasn't just a dream. That was a memory. From this summer.
From him.
Robb.
I didn't even know his last name. Just Robb.
That is so not how I usually operate. I'm not some saint or a virgin, but I've never just had sex like that before. Not because Robb was my first.
My first was my boyfriend at the time. Six months of dating, and on prom night I finally decided to go all the way.
It had been… underwhelming. Actually, no. It was bad. I never realized until then that his cock barely got hard. We had fooled around before, but it never felt like anything special. And the sex itself lasted maybe five thrusts.
The best part? When I asked if he could help me finish after he was done, he said no.
He wore a condom. So I knew It wouldn't have made a mess. He just didn't care. As long as he got off, that was enough for him.
The next morning, I dumped him.
There was also this guy named Billy. After a few weeks of seeing each other, he started pushing for sex. I brushed him off every single time, but I kept hanging out with him anyway. One afternoon, he decided that no didn't actually mean no. He tried to force me out of my clothes while talking about everything he planned to do to me.
I played along just enough to shift my weight, and then I drove my knee into his erection as hard as I could. The sound he made could have cracked stone. He dropped instantly, curled over himself, clutching his crotch, tears streaming down his face while he screamed every insult he knew. I felt nothing for him. No guilt. No pity. He earned it.
After that, Ericca suggested I join her for karate lessons. That turned out to be fun. That was also when she bought her bike, Moonlight.
Robb officially brings my total to three. Senior year, I was not seeing anyone. Too much happened, and I did not have the emotional space for dating.
My best friend Ericca disappeared. I eventually understood why she left, but at the time, her being gone when everything blew up around me felt like a punch to the chest.
Kile, my older brother, was already in college, but one of his closest friends was in my grade. Maybe it was because I missed Kile. Maybe I resented him a little for getting away from the chaos. Either way, I spent more and more time with Oscar.
One night, we got tipsy and fooled around. Oscar stopped things before it went further. I worried it would make things awkward, but it didn't. A week later, sober, we did have sex. It was better than Jake and his soft excuse for a penis. Oscar was harder, but he was only about four or five inches. I did not orgasm with him either, and I did not bring it up.
It only happened once with Oscar. Things turned strange afterward, probably because Kile started coming home on weekends. He was having girlfriend problems, and everything spiraled from that point.
"Didn't your alarm go off?" a voice says above me.
I grunt. First day of college classes. Juniper College. Business major.
I met my new roommate yesterday. Lauren Franklin. She already seemed a little stuck up, and she was definitely unhappy that I insisted on keeping the bottom bunk. Not my fault. I moved in three days ago. She could have, too. She did not. I am not going to act like a doormat. I have been sleeping in this bed, and no, it is not great, but I doubt the top bunk is any better.
"Hello?" Lauren calls. "I am not dealing with this."
"I'm not your babysitter."
"I never asked you to be," I reply in the sweetest voice I can manage. "I'm awake. I just like to stay in bed for a bit after my alarm rings."
She lets out a dramatic huff, and the bunk shakes like she threw her whole body into it. "I really don't appreciate that. My first class isn't until ten, and if you're going to set your alarm for seven thirty, the least you can do is get up at that time. If you're not getting up until eight, then set it for eight. It's called common courtesy."
I roll my eyes. "You don't have to act like a Bitch. You went to bed before I did."
"I need my beauty sleep." I bite back a laugh.
"You are a terrible, terrible person," she snaps.
"Don't get your panties in a twist."
I finally slide out of bed and stretch. My T-shirt rides up enough that she probably gets a full view of my thong. I flip her off on my way to the bathroom we share with our suitemates.
I really shouldn't, but I take a quick shower anyway. I hate leaving with wet hair, but there's no time to dry it right. Once I'm done, I head back to the room and dig through my tiny closet. The outfit I picked last night doesn't feel right anymore, so I go for a jean miniskirt and a black tank top.
My chest isn't huge, but it's not small either. My nipples, though, always show. Always. Doesn't matter if it's winter or if I'm wearing a bra with padding. They still pop through like they have a mind of their own. The built-in bra in the tank top is basically useless, so yeah, they are front and center. Guys stare. Some pretend not to. Whatever. Looking is fine, but touching is another story.
Or kissing.
Or licking.
Or sucking.
God, that dream really did a number on me.
I grab my pink sandals, slip them on, and head out. I'm not completely evil. I even close the door quietly behind me. I understand why Lauren was annoyed. I barely slept last night, went to bed too late, and then had that dream that made it impossible to calm down afterward.
I have been dreaming about Robb for weeks now. Every single time, it ends right before I cum. When I was in the hotel during the summer, I used to jump in the shower afterward and take care of it myself. I wish I had done the same this morning, but all I got was the water running down my skin. Not nearly as satisfying as when my own slick makes my thighs warm and wet.
Juniper College is enormous. Wide walkways, huge lawns, buildings everywhere. The moment I step outside my dorm, I realize I forgot my purse. Great. I have my backpack too, but I have always hated carrying those things. Still, I at least need my purse. And a pen. And my keys. I pat my pockets. Nothing. At least my phone is with me. Thankfully, I didn't lock the door when I left.
I hurry back up to the third floor and grab the knob.
It refuses to turn.
Lauren. She must have locked it behind me.
She is absolutely going to hate me for this, but I knock anyway. No response.
Seriously? Did she already leave? But where would she have gone? I would have seen her in the hallway or downstairs. There is no way we would not have crossed paths.
Maybe she is in someone else's room.
I glance at my phone. Time is getting away from me. Lauren and I exchanged numbers before I fully understood her whole… vibe. And calling her now will not help either of us start the year on the right foot. If we do not get along, this entire year is going to be a nightmare.
I stand there for a moment, torn. Do I leave with nothing? Show up to my very first class empty-handed? My mom would lose it if she saw me do that. She drilled it into me for years that first impressions matter more than anything. According to her, people always go back to the very first version of you that they saw, no matter how much you change.
She applied that logic to my father too. She told me she knew she wanted to marry him the moment they met. And she did. And now we are running from him.
So great.
I still have no idea how I convinced her to leave the country with me. Somehow I talked her into booking a flight to Europe under a fake name. Last I heard, she was living comfortably, but at some point she is going to have to actually work, and that is not going to be easy for her.
I am technically on the run too, but I am not hiding. If my father really wants to find me, he will. I registered for college under my real name, Kate Quayk. I am running, but I am still myself, and I am still showing my face.