by D. L. Gallie
“Hey, I’m Clint MacNicholson,” he says in a deep rough voice.
“Hi, Clint, I’m Mackenzie Merlot.” Putting out my hand to shake his.
He takes my outstretched hand and returns the shake. “Nice to meet you Mackenzie.”
The lecturer, Michele, walks in and gets straight into it. No pussyfooting around. “Welcome, everyone. I’m Michele. When you enter this classroom you are on Michele time. All phones are to be switched off. If I see or hear one, it’s mine and I have lots of friends in China, so be prepared for an excessive bill.” Everyone laughs, but by the stern look on her face, I don’t think she is joking.
This teacher is hardcore and kind of badass. We’re given our first assignment; we have to write a travel magazine and we are partnered with the person sitting next to us. Looks like I’m working with Clint. I later find out that Michele owns the college and is a total ball-buster, but the best lecturer around.
My first day flies by, and by time I get home, I’m exhausted. Welcome to college life, I think. Before having my shower, I call Mum and Skye to give them a run down of my day. After my shower, I climb into bed and fall straight to sleep. I’m so shattered that I don’t even read. Usually, I need to read to make me sleepy.
Today is the first day of college and I’m super excited. My childhood friend and best buddy, Mike, and I are attending the same college. I’m studying business and marketing, as I’d like to run a bar one day. I love all things beer related and I hope to turn that into a career.
As I’m walking up the college steps, I vaguely hear someone calling out to me, I look over to see Mike waving. “Earth to Jordan. Hello … anyone home?” I was totally lost in thought, thinking about my encounter with Mackenzie. Everything else faded away, and I was consumed with thoughts of her, even though I only spoke with her for about a minute.
She is the most gorgeous girl I have been near; dazzling green eyes, long golden blonde hair and the most kissable lips I have ever seen. When she placed her silky smooth hand in mine for me to help her up, I felt a spark, my cock twitched, sparking to life just from her touch. It was like a scene from the movies where fireworks explode and everything around you fades away, leaving just the two of us staring at each other. My heart rate accelerated, just from her touch. I didn’t want to let go of her hand and break our contact, but if I didn’t, she’d think I’m a creeper. So I reluctantly let go of her hand.
We did our introductions, and her name was just as beautiful as her face. I could feel my cock starting to harden, and from the discomfort I said the dumbest line ever. Seriously, what was my cock making my brain do? I’ve turned into a complete pussy, so glad Mike wasn’t here to witness my pussiness. She snort laughed at my cheesiness; it was refreshing to see her not hide it, and I hoped she didn’t think I’m too cheesy or a douche.
As she walked off, she winked at me. Her wink went straight to my dick and my pants got really uncomfortable and tight. I subtly adjusted myself as I watched her walk off. Being male, I had to check out her ass and its one mighty fine ass. Her jeans hugged and accentuated her curves. I imagine holding onto her ass as she wrapped her legs around me, and I sank my teeth into her shoulder before kissing the life out of her.
I shake my head to clear those dirty thoughts, but her ass will stick in my mind for a longtime to come. Shaking my head, I reply, “Sorry, dude, I was just thinking.”
“Ouch, did it hurt?” he says.
Reaching out, I punch Mike in the arm. “Whatever, douche, let’s get to our first class. I hear the lecturer is super strict and I want to make a good first impression.” I slap Mike on the back and we head into our first day of college.
I can’t believe my luck when I look up and see who walks into my first class…the hottie I saw when I was walking out of registration. She has the most amazing green eyes and her ass is incredible. Thoughts of gripping her ass as I plow into her enter my mind. I smile at that thought, and it’s also when I decide that she is mines. Wriggling in my seat, I adjust my dick, which, seems to have a mind of its own where this hottie is concerned. I can’t take my eyes off her as she makes her way across the classroom. As luck would have it, she sits next to me. After she sits, she turns her head in my direction. I smile.
After I introduce myself, she smiles and it lights up her face. I feel my cock twitching again. I’m thankful for the table blocking it.
When she takes my hand to shake it, I feel all giddy. Her hand is ever so soft, and I imagine what it would feel like wrapped around my cock, gripping it tightly, stroking up and down. Wriggling in my seat again, I discretely adjust my growing cock.
I want to know more about her, she is so mesmerising. I haven’t felt like this with anyone since high school, not since Laura. Just as I’m about to ask her another question, the lecturer walks in. Damn it.
Turns out this class isn’t going to be as easy-going as I was hoping, as the college owner is the lecturer. Just my luck, so much for an easy semester.
Mackenzie and I get paired up for our first assignment, and I thank the heavens that I’m partnered with her; everyone else in this class is a bore.
Is it fate that Mackenzie and I are paired up?
Are we destined to be together?
Over the next few weeks, Clint and I meet up after class at The Java Lava and on weekends, at my apartment to get this magazine assignment completed. We smashed out an amazing magazine and I’m really proud of the final product. All the work we put into it has really paid off. We manage to get a ninety-three out of a hundred, which is pretty good for our first assignment. To celebrate, Clint and I agree to head to the, Dirty Duck, after class. The Duck has become the local for the Stratton college students.
I finish at 2:00 p.m. and wait for Clint outside the building. Looking up, I see Clint walking towards me and I can’t help but smile. I tell him I’m just ducking to the bathroom and then I’ll be ready to go.
“Tik tok, hurry up,” he says, as I race to the bathroom.
It’s quiet for a Thursday, or it could just be that it’s 2:00 p.m. and most people are either at work or still in class. Clint and I grab a booth in the back. The Dirty Duck is your typical college bar, wooden high-top tables in the middle. Red cracked and peeling vinyl booths along the back wall. There are pool tables to the left as you walk in and the bar runs the length of the room with bathrooms off the right. The lighting is dim, but enough that you can see. The neon signs along the walls and the backlights from the bar provide extra lighting.
Heading to the bar, I order us a jug of beer and some nibblies. The Buffalo wings here are the best, not too spicy just perfect. Once I’m seated back at the booth, I pour us each a beer and raise my glass. “To us, for acing our first major assignment. Cheers!”
Clint raises his glass and shouts, “Cheers,” before we clink glasses.
After taking a sip, I look towards Clint. Pointing I say, “You know what? You and I make a pretty good team. Here’s hoping we get another assignment together before the year is out.”
Clint raises his glass again “To us, the kick ass combo that is M and C.”
“Cheers to that,” I say holding my glass in the air.
The afternoon flies by and before I know it, I’m kind of wasted. I haven’t been this drunk in a long time, it feels good to let loose and feel kind of numb. The past few weeks at college have been pretty full on. I know I’m wasted, as I can’t stop giggling, which results in me snort laughing. Everyone in turn laughs at me, which only makes me snort again; it’s a vicious laugh/snort cycle. Some of the other students join us when their classes are over. We consume way too many jugs of beer, eat a gazillion wings and dance the night away.
Clint and I return from the dance floor after dancing for a few songs. Just as we sit down, he leans over, tilts my chin up, and kisses me. His lips are soft and it’s not bad for a first kiss. I wouldn’t mind doing that again, so I lean over and I kiss him again. This time, when he pulls away, I can feel my lips tingling. I smile.
I lean into him again and whisper in his ear, “You know, I’ve thought you were kind of hot since our first day in class.” I then nibble on his ear lobe and kiss along his jawline before kissing him again. I run my fingers through his silky soft hair, gently tugging on it, as I slip my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues gently caress one another, as our hands explore each other.
Clint groans into my mouth before pulling back, gazing into my eyes he whispers, “You know what, Mackenzie? I thought you were pretty hot too. From the moment you walked into that classroom, I was secretly hoping you’d sit next to me.”
I think it’s all the beer, or the high from getting such a good mark on our assignment but I kiss Clint passionately, again. Grabbing Clint’s hand, I entwine our fingers and softly whisper, “Let’s get out of here.”
Leaving the bar, we manage to get a cab straight away, which never happens…especially on a Thursday night. We’re back at my place before we know it. We go up the back stairs, enter through the kitchen, and head into the lounge room.
I place my bag and keys on the breakfast bar, and Clint wraps his arms around me from behind, holding me closer to him. I feel his cock hardening against my ass, as he nibbles on my neck and earlobe. I moan and start grinding myself against him, his cock getting harder. Spinning around in his arms, I kiss him intensely, devouring his mouth, our teeth crushing together. He deepens the kiss as he turns us, pushing me up against the hallway wall.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I lift it over my head and chuck it on the floor. I unzip my navy blue skorts and am left standing there in my satin purple bra and matching undies; internally high fiving myself for dressing sexy this morning. Clint eyes me up and down. “Fuck me, your gorgeous,” he says as he kisses me again. I run my hands up under his shirt and around to his back. Moving my hands down, I grip his ass, pulling him closer. I grab the bottom of his shirt and lift it over his head. Raking my eyes down his chiseled chest, I moan and dart my tongue out to moisten my lips. Reaching for his hand, I tug and walk down the hall to my bedroom.
We reach the end of my bed and I make quick work, removing his jeans and boxer briefs. I push him back and begin to crawl my way up his body. Grabbing my arms, he pulls me up so I am straddling him. I rest my arms either side of his head, my hair creating a curtain around us, leaning forward I kiss him passionately, our tongues meshing together. He sits up, snaking his arms around my waist, quickly removing my bra. The straps fall down my arms and he takes my nipple into his mouth. He bites down before sucking between his lips, gently raking his teeth over my hard peak; the pain is quickly replaced with the most delicious pleasure. Moaning, I throw my head back. Not wanting to be selfish, he takes the other nipple into his mouth and repeats the same process, which has me once again throwing my head back in ecstasy as I shamelessly grind my pussy into him.
He literally rips my undies off me and flips us over, so he is now on top of me. He grabs a condom and sheaths his rock hard cock before stroking it a few times, not once removing his eyes from me. In one stroke he thrusts deep into me and I moan. I draw him down towards me and rub my tongue over his lips before I slip into his mouth. Our kiss becomes more passionate and I embrace him tighter. Grabbing my left leg, he places it over his shoulder and begins to thrust in and out. I’ve never felt pleasure like this before.
“Ohh, Clint!” I moan.
He continues to move in an out and his pace quickens. Before I know it, I feel my whole body tense as my orgasm rips through me like a tsunami; tingles wash over me from head to toe as this amazing feeling ripples through me. I see fireworks behind my closed eyes…this is the most intense orgasm that I have ever had. It’s not long before I feel Clint spasm inside of me.
Lowering my leg, he falls on top of me. “That was fuckin’ amazing Mackenzie.”
All I can manage in response is, “mmhmm.”
He lies on top of me for a while; I can still feel his heart frantically beating and his hot breath on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, and slowly rub my hands up and down his back while we both catch our breath. Easing off me, Clint removes the condom and chucks it into the bin next to my bed. He lies back next to me and I snuggle into him, running my fingers back and forth across his chest, gently tugging on the smattering of light brown hair. We both drift off to sleep in the early hours of the morning.
I wake alone the next morning and I feel a little sad until I see a note on his pillow with a sunflower. I can’t help but smile that he remembered sunflowers are my favourite flower.
Mackenzie,
You looked so beautiful sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you.
I will call you this afternoon. I’d love to spend the evening with you.
Clint
Rolling over onto my back, there’s a huge smile on my face and I get excited thinking about seeing Clint again tonight. My girly bits tingle just thinking about a repeat performance from last night. I roll onto my side, smiling and fall back to sleep.
A few hours later, I wake when I hear a noise outside my bedroom window. I peek through the timber blinds but I can’t see anything. I climb out of bed, head to the bathroom, and run myself a bath. While the tub is filling, I grab a bottle of wine out of the fridge. It’s 5:00 p.m. somewhere. I soak in the tub to ease my muscles; sore from last night’s extracurricular activities, I ache all over.
Reaching for my Kindle, I lose myself in my book, Break Open by A.M. Gillham. It’s an Aussie version of Sons of Anarchy and these guys are hot and the story is addictive. I eventually realise the water is cold and I’m pruned. This soak was just what I needed; I feel so relaxed right now. Grabbing my fluffy purple bath sheet, I dry off. I’m in a lazy mood so after I hang my towel up I grab another glass of wine, and jump back into bed with my Kindle. I must have fallen asleep again because when I wake up, Clint is sitting on the black and grey chair in the corner of my room. I shit myself, as I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.
“Damn, Clint, you scared the shit out of me,” I scold, holding my hands to my chest to calm the erratic beating of my heart.
“Sorry, Sweetcheeks.” He smiles. “You looked so beautiful sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“It’s all good. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here when I woke up. Wanna come join me?” I pull the covers back, raising my eyebrows seductively as I reveal that I am still naked from my bath.
His eyes light up. “Shit, had I know you were naked, I would’ve joined you as soon as I got here. ” He quickly strips off his green cargo shorts and charcoal grey T-shirt before jumping onto the bed. He grabs my face and kisses me; I can feel this kiss all the way down to the bottom of my toes. We don’t make it to dinner, or breakfast, or lunch the next day. Man, does Clint have some stamina. Thankfully, I have Sunday to recover before college on Monday.
Over the next few weeks, Clint and I become inseparable, spending all our free time together. He and I get along really well together, I just wish he and Sarah got on. He’s always putting her down, and then he snaps at me when I defend her; not sure what the issue there is.
One Friday after class, Clint and I stopped in at the Duck for an end of week drink. While I grab a booth, Clint heads to the bar to get us a jug of beer. I’ve just sat down when I get a text.
Sarah – yo bitch, girls nite 2nite. I’ll be at yours at 7
Me – bestest idea you have ever had. See you then XO
Sarah – whatevs. See you soon XO
Putting my phone back in my bag, I look up to see Clint walking across the bar and I can’t help but smile. He is so good looking and he only has eyes for me. I feel special when I’m with him. He places the mugs and jug down before pouring us each a beer. While he is pouring, I tell him about tonight, “Sarah just texted me and we are having a girls’ night tonight, so I’ll have to get going after this jug.”
Clint stares at me. “What about me? You just going to leave me high and dry?” He takes a sip of beer before adding, “You are such a fucking
selfish bitch at times Mackenzie.” He finishes his beer, before slamming it down on the table, making everything rattle. He grabs the jug and refills his mug.
I’m dumbfounded by his actions, one minute I’m checking him out and feeling good, the next I start to question everything. I finish my beer and tell Clint I’ll see him over the weekend.
Sarah and I have a great night together, as we always do. We dance for hours, laugh and drink way too many cocktails; it’s never a dull night when Sarah and I get together.
Late Saturday arvo, still feeling worse for wear, Clint comes over. He walks in and I smile. “Hey, baby, how was your day?”
“You look like shit.”
“Well hello to you too. Sarah and I had a great night, thanks for asking.”
“Don’t be smart with me.”
“Looks like someone got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What’s crawled up your ass?” I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist for a cuddle. He shoves me aside and sits on my couch. Shaking my head, I snarikily say, “Please sit down.” I walk into the kitchen and I grab us a beer each, I pass Clint his as I sit down on the opposite end of the couch. Taking a sip, I look over at him, “Are you okay? You seem off.”
“Just leave it Mackenzie, I’m fine,” he snarls. He finishes his beer and slams the empty on the coffee table before abruptly standing up. “I can’t be around you when you’re like this, Sarah is such a bad influence on you. I knew I shouldn’t have let you go out with her. I’m out of here.” He stands up. “Later, bitch.” Slamming the front door on his way out.