by Payne, Jenna
The two stepped into Harvey’s Pizzeria and Logan was immediately glad he decided to go with her instead of using his meal plan. The delicious smell of pizza filled his nostrils and the atmosphere was perfect for young college students. He looked around and saw many students studying or enjoying a whole pizza with their friends.
“A lot of upperclassmen come here,” said Cassie. “It’s kind of a secret hide away.”
Logan nodded as he took in the restaurant. “Then I’m honored I got a free pass,” he said. Cassie smirked as she led him to a small table at the center of the room. When the waitress arrived, they ordered a large pepperoni pizza and a pitcher of coke for the table. They sat in relative silence as the ambient music of the restaurant played; occasionally piping up to continue their small talk.
“Hey, listen,” said Cassie; breaking the silence. “I wanted to…apologize for running out on you that night.” Logan did not even try to pretend he didn’t know what she was referring to. He just shook his head.
“It’s fine,” he said. “There’s no need to apologize.”
“But there is,” said Cassie. “I should not have done that to you. I thought you were a different person than what you are and to be honest, I’ve been regretting it the entire afternoon.”
Logan smirked. “You wouldn’t be the first person who misjudged someone.”
“No,” she said. “I suppose not. But I’m the last person who should be judging anyone.”
“What do you mean?” he asked. Finally, Logan was going to get a straight answer from someone.
Cassie looked at him. “You must know,” she said. “You’ve been hanging around those creeps at Nu Epsilon.” Logan averted his eyes from hers. “So…they told you about me?”
Logan nodded. “They told me a story,” he said.
Cassie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t believe it?” she asked.
“I’d rather hear from someone else,” he said. “Particularly, you.”
Cassie’s lips threatened to curl into a smile. “Alright,” she said. “Well, they probably told you that I went to the party my freshmen year. That part was true. And yeah, I drank a lot and got pretty wasted. That’s also true. What they won’t tell you is that I wasn’t some horny teenaged girl looking for a good time. One of the guys was flirting with me. He apparently was some big shot on campus who was a year ahead of me. I wasn’t trying to really talk to anyone like that, but he just seemed so into me. He said all the right things and he knew how to treat me right. Well, he invited me next door to one of the adjacent frat houses; the one you and I went to. Guess which room we decided to enter.” Logan chuckled a little at the irony, but stayed quiet so that she could proceed.
“Anyways, we go in the room and start making out. He didn’t force himself on me, I swear. We just…started kissing. Being so young and not really having someone that into me before, it was exciting. I mean here I was with some football star and he wanted me! God, he made me feel good. So, I had sex with him. Really, really good sex. While we had sex though, he made me…say things to him.” Cassie turned her head embarrassed, but Logan reached out on instinct and touched her hand.
“It’s okay,” he said. “You can tell me.”
A tear started to fall down Cassie’s cheek. “He made talk about wanting to take his white cock and how I wanted his dick between my thick lips.” Cassie breathing had become shallower, but Logan squeezed her hand in order to offer any source of comfort. “I felt so disgusting when I said it, but the more I said, the more into it he got. When he was done, he came on my face and said I was his entry in the black list.”
Logan turned up his mouth. “What’s the black list?” he asked Cassie chuckled.
“Just a ledger with all the names of every single black girl that has ever been fucked by a Nu Epsilon,” she said. Logan let go of Cassie’s hand.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.
Cassie snorted. “I wish I was,” she said. “But the truth is, they’ve been doing this for years. Find a black girl on campus, fuck her, and add her on the list. Apparently, it’s how they choose their officers.” Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face showed all the disgust he had for the fraternity. His mind was racing as he wondered if his father had ever participated in this twisted tradition.
Cassie took Logan’s hand with her other one. He looked at her and for once, they held each other’s gaze with no intention of turning away.
“Cassie,” he said. But he had no other words. What could he say that could take away the humiliation?
“No,” she said. “I told you before, I’m the one who should apologize. I treated you exactly how they treated me. That wasn’t right. And I have to say that I have felt like shit ever since.” Logan nodded. He understood and for the first time since the party, he knew that the both of them had finally found peace.
*****
Logan parting from Cassie was not what she wanted after such a connection, but it was better than she had hoped. He dropped Cassie off at her dorm and arranged to meet the next day. Talking with Logan didn’t exactly wipe away the memories of her past, but she felt at peace, nonetheless.
The next day, she was so excited to see Logan that she actually dressed up a little to meet up with him. She arrived early and kept glancing at the door to see if he had arrived. Just when she thought he had stood her up, Logan came through the door; his face slightly bruised. Cassie went wide eyed and ran up to him.
“Oh my goodness! What happened?” she cried.
Logan merely smirked. “Had a little chat with the president of Nu Epsilon,” he said.
Cassie stared at him bewildered, “You did what?!” she said.
Logan laughed as he led her back to the study room. “I cornered him after practice,” he said as he went to take a seat. “Told him that I knew what he had done to you and this whole “black list” thing was going to stop.”
“I’m sure he took that well,” she said as she closed the door as to not have their conversation overheard.
“Very,” he said. “So much so, that we got into a bit of a verbal altercation. See, he didn’t like me trying to stomp out a time-honored tradition. So I explained to him that the Dean was going to start an investigation into this little ledger and that all Nu Epsilon events were to cease pending the investigation.”
Cassie beamed as she hugged Logan tightly, but stopped short. “Wait,” she said. “What’s going to stop them from hiding the ledger?” Logan had a huge grin on his face as he reached into his bag and pulled out a black and white composition notebook.
“I wanted you to see that I got it first before I took it over to the Dean,” he said. Without warning, Cassie kissed Logan deeply. This kiss was different than the drunken one before, but Logan still loved to feel her lips against his. Cassie pressed the button to lock the door as she continued kissing him.
Logan reached down and cupped her buttocks as he lifted her and placed her on top of the table. He kissed her neck, worshipping her like the goddess she was. Cassie smirked.
“I’m glad I met you at that party,” she said. Logan looked at her and gave her another kiss.
“Me too,” he said before nibbling on her neck again. Cassie began to unbutton her blouse and let it fall open revealing her silk red bra. Logan leaned over and kissed the tops of her breasts as he squeezed and fondled them.
Cassie bit her lip and groaned; proud that she had found such a capable lover. Logan pushed her skirt over her hips and shapely ass. To his surprise she wore no panties. He looked up at her, only to have her grab him by the back of his neck and kiss him deeply. Without a moment’s pause, Logan undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles as he pushed his cock into Cassie’s sopping wet pussy. Cassie groaned loudly as his stiff cock became buried deep within her pussy. Cassie’s nails scratched at his back as he held her hips and brought her closer to him. Cassie looked at Logan with lustful eyes; wanting as much of his cock as she could take. Cassie pulled her blou
se off before undoing the front clasp of her bra, letting her large dark tits bounce with each thrust.
Part of them wanted to make sure they were not being too loud, but at the same time, they didn’t care. Their future truly was different because of Nu Epsilon and for better or worse, they would meet it together as one.
Cassie pushed Logan off of her and as he removed his shirt, Cassie took off the rest of her clothes as well and bent over the desk. Logan held onto her hips and pushed into her pink pussy. Cassie arched her back and groaned as Logan pounded his cock into her dripping pussy. Cassie held onto the desk for support the more he rammed into her pussy.
“Fuck, Cassie!” hissed Logan. “I’m going to come!” Cassie turned her head to try and see Logan.
“Come, come inside me Logan!” she cried. Logan felt Cassie tighten on his cock as she stiffened up and began to ejaculate. His cock became slick with her juices as he emptied his hot creamy load inside her. Cassie closed her eyes, loving the fullness and the warm sensation, before turning around to look at Logan.
She did not leave him, but instead invited him onto the table top where he held her in his arms. For the first time she was safe and had found someone that could truly love her.
THE END
Bonus Story 38 of 40
In the League of His Own
Samantha Banks stood impatiently in line, waiting with her poster nervously rolled up in her hand and a blue marker. She’d been standing in the line for almost an hour since the football players had come out of the locker rooms after the last game of the season. Her team had lost, but it didn’t matter. Blake Stemmons was less than ten feet away. It wouldn’t be long before she was standing in front of him; close enough to smell his shampoo and look into his ice blue eyes.
She was trembling with anticipation. He looked up at the line, grimaced and looked back down at the sports magazine he was signing for another fan. Samantha watched him look at his phone, scowling again and sending a quick text between fans. He smiled and talked to each person, but his actions were forced.
More than once, she caught him looking up at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. She smiled, feeling like a million bucks but also feeling a little self-conscious. The room was full of blonde haired, blue eyed bombshells in high heels and plunging necklines.
The woman at the autograph table was one such woman. Her mini skirt rode up, revealing the bottom curve of her ass cheeks as she bent all the way over so Blake could hear whatever she had said over the crowd of people gathered in the large breezeway.
Whatever she’d said, Blake winked at her, handing her back her magazine before looking to the next person waiting for his autograph.
Samantha was getting excited. Only four people ahead of her and it would be her turn to be in the presence of greatness. To get a chance to shake his hand before he signed her poster. Maybe even a hug, though she doubted it.
The next woman sauntered up and once again, Samantha felt out of place. She was wearing her most flattering jeans and dark brown, mock-riding boots that came up over her jeans and stopped just below her knees. A sleeveless, bright yellow blouse that ruffled slightly in the front and made her eyes appear an even darker green than they were. Her chocolate hair fell in its normal loose ringlets around her face, framing her pert little nose and its smattering of freckles perfectly.
Or so she’d been told. She’d spent most of her teenage years trying to cover up them up, but had given up long ago. It had been a pointless waste of money and no foundation she’d found had come close to concealing them entirely. She had a glowing, even complexion, and she’d tossed most of her makeup, sticking to a swipe of mascara and a tinted lip moisturizer.
Her look was best described as minimalist, but in this sea of princesses, she felt decidedly frog-like.
There was only person between her and Blake. Samantha rubbed her hands down her pants one at a time, making sure they weren’t sweaty. She was so nervous. She’d never been this close to Blake Stemmons and she was feeling especially nervous.
The leggy blonde sauntered up to Blake, casually pulling her shirt to the side, offering her breast for his autograph. Blake smiled and Samantha saw him mouth “no thank you”. He pulled a headshot from the stack to his left and signed it, handing it to her before quickly picking his phone up and scowling at the latest message.
Samantha smiled at him when he made eye contact, and she took a step towards the table, trying to walk carefully so she didn’t trip over her own feet.
Blake looked at her, looked at his phone again and bolted. He stood so quickly that the chair behind him fell down and he shot out a side door. Another player took his spot, waving Samantha forward so he could sign memorabilia for her.
“What’s your name, Sweetheart?” he asked, pulling a headshot of his own out and signing his name with a flourish.
“Samantha.”
“Well, sweet Samantha, I hope you have a wonderful rest of the weekend and thanks for supporting our team.”
“Oh, uh, yes. Thank you for playing so well.”
She walked away quickly, mentally kicking herself. Thank you for playing so well? Why had she even said that? What a ridiculous response.
Samantha looked down at the headshot. She had to admit, the man was handsome, but he was no Blake Stemmons. She hung around for a few minutes, hoping that Blake would reappear and she could take her spot in line again. But the minutes passed and the lines dwindled.
When twenty minutes had passed, Samantha approached a man in a tight white shirt that read “Security” and jeans standing against the wall with his arms crossed.
“Do you know when Blake Stemmons might return?”
“Look lady. Whoever is here, is here. That’s how the autograph signing works. He probably went to a party or something. That’s what these guys do when they’re not playing.”
He didn’t budge and he didn’t smile. Samantha thanked him for his time and he harrumphed at her.
“What a jerk,” she mumbled under her breath. “Guess I’m not going to get his signature after all.”
Who was she even talking to?
Dejected and a little peeved that whatever was on his phone couldn’t wait, Samantha walked down the empty hall and headed for the nearly empty parking lot. So much for getting the signature of her football hero.
So much for thinking that Blake Stemmons was a standup guy who cared about his fans. She’d learned a lot about him tonight, and all without him saying a single word to her.
For weeks, she’d been looking forward to this game and the chance to get his signature, and now, she’d wasted a perfectly good Friday night waiting in a line for nothing.
She dumped the signed picture and the poster in the trash on her way out of the stadium.
“Sorry, first-year rookie,” she said as she let the picture slip out of her fingers.
She wanted to forget this night, and a picture signed by someone else wasn’t going to help anything.
*****
Samantha’s boots hit the damp pavement and she groaned. The lot was almost empty and she could see the bus stop, way out on the other side. She hoped the buses ran this late. If not, she would have to call her dad for a ride. She didn’t want to drag him out of bed at such a late hour if she could help it.
When she’d walked to the stadium from the bus stop, it hadn’t seemed that far. But now that she was walking alone, and half the lights between her and the bus stop were out, she felt uneasy. This part of Atlanta wasn’t the safest this late at night. She’d left her purse at home so she didn’t have to carry too much, shoving her phone into her back pocket and her house keys and a thin wallet in her front pocket.
Her pepper spray was in the purse, locked safely in her home.
She heard footsteps behind her, but she quickly admonished herself for being spooked.
“No one is there. You’re just imagining things,” she whispered to herself.
Except she wasn’t imagining things, and she could
hear the person behind her getting closer.
She pulled her keys out of her pocket, trying to get her house key in between her fingers so she could use it to jab the man in the eyes if he got too close. It worked on television, so it should work in real life. Right?
Her hands were trembling, and she dropped her keys on the ground. She bent to pick them up and the footfalls came more rapidly.
Samantha turned and caught a glimpse of the man moments before he was on her, trying to yank the keys out of her hands.
“Get off me!” She screamed the words as loud as she could, dismayed when they echoed pitifully off the empty buildings surrounding the parking lot.
The stranger slammed her to the ground roughly, scraping her elbow and knocking the wind out of her.
“Give me the keys lady,” he grunted. Samantha tried to pull her leg up to kick him in the groin, but he had her pinned.
She heard a click and felt a cold blade against her neck. She froze. The sound of the switch-blade was unmistakable.
“Is your shitty car worth dying over, lady?”
“No” she croaked, fear constricting her throat and making it hard to believe. She didn’t bother telling him she didn’t have a car. She didn’t think the revelation would get her anywhere with the man, anyway.
“That’s what I thought.” He snatched the keys out of her hand. “Damn you smell good. Maybe I’ll take you with me.”
Samantha’s blood ran cold. Surely this thug was just trying to frighten her. Petty thieves didn’t usually branch out into kidnapping.
A dark figure appeared from the shadows behind her attacker, and he was suddenly yanked off his feet and into the air. Samantha only saw his hands for a brief second before they gathered up her attacker’s clothing and sent him flying several feet to the right.
The attacker hit the ground with a loud crack, grunting in pain.