by Nella Tyler
I hope you can be back on campus tomorrow morning. I really want to see you again! I remembered the fact that Ty had had to cancel a couple of our dates recently; I understood that he was busy, that he was studying hard to pass the CPA exam. He kept telling me how boring it all was for anyone but an accountant, and while I’d looked at his textbooks and not been able to understand anything, I didn’t think it was actually boring. I wanted him to succeed—I wanted him to get what he wanted out of life.
I just hoped that there would be some way for him to get what he wanted and for me to be part of his life. I almost thought that if I didn’t somehow manage to find a major, that if I dropped out—though I was determined not to—that Ty would be within his rights to find someone else to be with, someone who would be a credit to him.
I will definitely be on campus in the morning. If I find you on the way to class tomorrow I will give you the biggest kiss ever.
I grinned to myself in spite of how stressed I felt, looking forward to the moment when I would see Ty again. I almost thought that I should be working harder to get my grades up—but then I worked as hard as I possibly could, and even before I’d met Ty I’d been floundering. If anything, Ty had helped me to improve my grades, even though he distracted me regularly.
I went over my notes while I texted back and forth with Ty, asking him about his day away from campus without—I hoped—getting too interested, or seeming like I was trying to pry. I hoped he was having a better time than I was, sitting in my dorm room while half the campus was out doing other things: going to parties, hanging out in the Student Union, taking over the multipurpose rooms in the dorms to play games or watch movies together.
Do you think we can maybe get a quickie in between two and three tomorrow? I miss you so much… I blushed even as I sent the message to Ty. I wasn’t used to being quite so open about sex—even with Dillon, I’d felt weird about being too forward.
Two and three? I think I can manage that. For you I will make it happen. I laughed, shaking my head at Ty’s response. I had never enjoyed sex with Dillon as much as I had with Ty. Just the thought of being alone with him, just the thought of curling up in his bed, was enough to make me hot all over. He was so good—it was hard to believe that sex could possibly even be that good. Every time we went to bed together I came harder than I had before, or I learned something new about what I liked and wanted to try or about Ty’s body. I actually felt like I could tell Ty about things I wanted to try without being laughed at or told I was some kind of freak.
How many times do you think we can manage in an hour? I bit my bottom lip as I sent the text.
Us? Three times, probably. If we’re doing quickies, that is. The words sent a jolt of electric heat through my spine, straight to my pussy, making me hot and wet all at once. I thought about going into my room and maybe calling Ty, seeing if he was somewhere he could be private, and having a little over-the-phone quickie to help myself focus. But if he weren’t somewhere private—if he was with his parents, or out doing something—it would just be mean to call him while I was all turned on. It was one thing to text back and forth, another to let him hear me moaning while I touched myself, especially if he was with his parents.
He’d mentioned taking me to meet them once or twice in passing, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about the idea. We’d only been dating a month or two—which in college time was practically a year—but I still didn’t know how long things would last between us. After all: Ty was going to be graduating in a matter of months, and I didn’t even know if I was going to be able to even find something to study, even if I managed to keep my grades high enough to avoid academic probation.
How does the rest of your week look? I knew that Ty was busy a lot more often than he had been when we’d started dating a few weeks before; but I’d hoped that maybe things were starting to calm down, especially with finals around the corner. We weren’t going to have much chance to spend time together over winter break, since we didn’t live close to each other.
The week itself is pretty jam-packed, babe. Do you want to do something this weekend? I thought about it. I probably should stay in for the weekend, and get as much studying done as possible. But Ashley constantly told me that all work and no play would drive me out of my mind—and if I was only going to get an hour here and there with Ty through the week of classes, I would definitely want to spend time with him on the weekend.
What do you have in mind? I hoped that it might be a plan for dinner and then spending all night in bed together, or maybe that we’d go to the ice rink, or something like that—but I’d be happy with just about anything.
There’s a house party going on that Alex wants to go to. You game for that? I thought about the couple of house parties I’d been to since coming to college; they were usually pretty fun, though I felt kind of bad about drinking much, since I was underage. Nobody cared, but I was always paranoid that the cops would bust the party, and then not only would I get in trouble for drinking underage, but whoever was throwing the party would go to jail for providing alcohol to someone under 21.
There was also the fact that I’d gone to all my previous parties as a single woman, and I’d had to fend off drunk guys who didn’t take “no” for an answer the first three times I said it when they asked me to dance with them or to go somewhere else.
It would be different with Ty. I could maybe have a couple of drinks, and have a good time, and I knew I could dance with Ty. I texted Ashley to ask if she wanted to go to a party on the weekend, thinking that if nothing else, she and Alex could chat with each other and make up for the fact that Ty and I would be having our own fun together. She said that she was game, and I texted Ty back. Let’s consider it done! As long as we both get through the week.
Ty texted back a thumbs-up and I tried to focus on studying again. I was hot and tingly all over, thinking about our quickie the next day, about the party on the weekend and the fact that I would almost definitely be able to get Ty all to myself after the party. We could go back to his dorm when the party was over and spend the rest of the night making love, and the rest of the weekend studying together.
I looked over my notes until I was so distracted by the prospect of being with Ty again that I had to take a quick, cold shower to cool myself off. I was feeling at least a little more optimistic about my life in general, even if I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to manage to make it through another semester as difficult as my first one in college was proving to be.
At least for the rest of the year I would have Ty, and I would definitely have Ashley’s help—I had done such a good job on her hair that she had said that she owed me at least three papers’ worth of assistance in keeping my grades above average. Not only that, but she’d told everyone who’d asked her who had done her hair—so I had offers of more help in exchange for my services. I might—I hoped—get through at least my first year of college.
Chapter Four
I took the stairs up to Nicole’s dorm room, excited about the fact that it was the weekend and the fact that I’d have the whole weekend with her. I smiled to myself, saying hello to one of the other people from the dorm, heading downstairs. If the party is lame we can just head home early…maybe snatch a few beers to sneak into the dorms and put on a movie and just enjoy ourselves in.
I pushed through the door on Nicole’s floor and made a beeline for her room. I knocked on the door and then tested the knob—it wasn’t locked. “Boy coming in,” I called out as I opened the door and stepped into the common area of the dorm room.
“It’s okay, no one is naked,” Nicole called back from her end of the dorm.
“Aw, damn—I was hoping we could get in a quick fifteen minutes before we had to go,” I said, grinning.
“No wonder you’re struggling so much in your classes, Nic—if I was getting laid all the time I wouldn’t even have the energy to study,” Ashley called from her end of the dorm. I laughed, but I knew how much it stressed Nicole out that she could
n’t seem to get ahead in any of her classes—even the ones she was doing the best in. I hoped that once she got the hang of college, everything would start coming more easily to her; I didn’t want to see Nicole stressed out so much.
“Tell me what you think,” Nicole said, and then the door to her part of the room opened and she stepped out of it. She was absolutely stunning, as always: she’d done her hair in some kind of complicated web of braids, and while I had no real idea how she had done her makeup, it made her big, dark eyes look huge and glowing, her lips so full and sweet that I almost couldn’t bear not to kiss them.
She was wearing a dress that fit her absolutely perfectly, with cut out pieces along her sides and her cleavage showing. Her legs looked amazing, and all I could think about was wrapping them around my waist.
“I think we’re only going to spend like five minutes at that party before I have to bring you home,” I told her. Nicole grinned and blushed, looking down at the floor, and Ashley came out of her end of the dorm room.
“You two are impossible,” Ashley said, shaking her head. “He’s right though—you look like you’re ready to be eaten up by some lucky man.”
“I am ready to be eaten up by a lucky man,” Nicole told her roommate, glancing from her to me and grinning a little more confidently.
“Later, babe,” I told her. “We should at least pretend like we have a social life, right?”
“Okay,” Nicole said, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “If you say so.”
“Are you ready, Ash? Or are you riding with someone else? I think Alex is already headed over to Lucas’ house.”
“I was going to ride with you guys if that’s okay,” Ashley said. “Let me just grab my coat and I’ll be ready.”
We headed down to the ground floor, taking the elevator since the girls were in high heels. I could barely keep my hands off of Nicole—she looked so completely stunning, so utterly hot that I almost wanted to call it a night already and not even bother with the party. But Nicole and I had agreed it was a good idea, and we had Ashley to think of—it wouldn’t be fair to strand her at the dorms just because we wanted to spend the night having sex together at the last minute.
All three of us piled into the car and I started it up, trying to remember where Lucas’ house was. I’d gone to a couple of parties at his place before, when Lucas had first started living off campus in his junior year. The parties were always pretty good, with a lot of different people invited, good booze and usually snacks.
I felt a little guilty about the fact that I was going out at all, especially after the low score I’d gotten on the CPA exam practice test; but dad had told me more than once that it was no use burying myself in books until I lost my mind. He had told me to take care not to let partying become my major—but he had also pointed out that if I didn’t take time off to have fun every once in a while, I was going to burn out before I even graduated, and I wouldn’t be in any position to take the exams and come to work at the firm.
As I made my way off campus and started off on the road to Lucas’ place I listened to Ashley and Nicole chatting. It was good to see Nicole loosen up a bit too—she was stressing out at least as much as I was, maybe even more, since she seemed to be struggling more in her classes. I knew I was going to pass all of my classes for the semester; I just didn’t know whether I’d be able to get a good enough score on the CPA exam to get the job I’d been trying for and planning for ever since I’d been a kid.
“Oh man,” Nicole said, shaking her head and laughing. “You would not believe what Maureen Angelotti wants me to do with her hair.”
“What does she want?” I bit my lip to keep from saying anything about the topic of conversation. I knew better than to interrupt two girls when they were talking about gossip.
“She wants me to bleach it out to platinum and then dye it lavender.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I glanced at my girlfriend, confused.
“Maureen’s natural hair color is practically black,” Ashley explained from the back seat. “If she wants to bleach it to platinum she might as well just shave it off—it’s going to totally break her hair.”
“I told her that it would take at least two or three bleaching sessions, and I wouldn’t do them closer than a week apart,” Nicole said, shaking her head. “At that I’ll be shocked if her hair doesn’t turn into white straw.”
“How do you girls always know so much about this stuff?” I shook my head. “I don’t understand it at all.”
“It’s not that difficult once you know what you’re doing,” Nicole said with a shrug. “It’s a little chemistry, a little physics…”
“Hair chemistry? Hair physics?” I laughed—and then looked to make sure that Nicole wasn’t mad at me for it.
“Well bleaching and stuff—that takes a little chemistry know-how,” Ashley said. “You have to know how the bleach is going to work, and how the different developers work.”
“It’s pretty basic,” Nicole insisted. “Higher volume developer means it lifts more color out of the hair. It’s straightforward.”
“It sounds like it,” I said dryly.
“And things like cutting hair are just kind of…knowing how hair works, knowing how it will fall and stuff,” she said, shrugging again. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Nicki’s the one who did my hair,” Ashley informed me. “And it’s so amazing that everyone has been asking me what salon I went to.”
“It’s just a standard bleach and deposit,” Nicole said, sounding almost defensive. “It was easy. And you paid for the supplies.”
“But I never would have known how to pull it off so well on my own,” Ashley insisted. “Nicole is seriously gifted.”
“I can see that,” I said, glancing over at my girlfriend again and seeing how nice her hair looked. She was stunning—I was a lucky man. I told myself that I was going to stay at the party just long enough to fulfill my social obligations and then Nicki and I would go home so I could get her hair very carefully out of that complicated, braided up-do.
“Can we talk about something else?” I shrugged at Nicole’s question.
“Go for it,” I suggested. She and Ashley started talking about one of the other girls in their year—who apparently was having a runaway romance with one of the members of the school’s most party-prone frat. I laughed and grinned along with them as they rehashed the details between themselves, thinking of how things had been back in my freshman year.
I had managed to drink to the point of puking twice that year, but I had learned from my mistakes pretty quickly. It seemed to me that Nicole and Ashley didn’t even need the benefit of spending half a day cradling a toilet bowl to learn that they needed to pace themselves; they were both talking about keeping their drinking to a minimum, even though I would be there and able to keep the creepy guys away.
The whole drive to Lucas’ house, I thought about how great my life was overall; I had a great girlfriend who was awesome, sweet, funny and sexy. I had great grades in my classes, and I had the prospect of a good job when I graduated in a few more months. That is, assuming I manage to do better on the actual exam than I did on the practice test, I thought with a moment of bleakness. I forced myself to stop thinking about it. The practice test was behind me, and I was going to take another practice test early in the spring semester after I’d studied the areas I’d done the least well in and I would be much better the second time around.
We finally arrived at Lucas’ house and the party was in full swing already; Lucas had been blessed to have fairly rich parents, who could afford to rent him a nice-sized house that was just about in the middle of nowhere. He was able to throw parties without having the cops show up, which was a major benefit; but he didn’t party too hard. He always managed to somehow have enough food to keep people from getting too drunk too fast, and he managed to pay for decent kegs and a wide selection of other things to drink.
In the spring I’d have to make the time to go to ano
ther one of his parties, especially assuming that Nicole and I were still together then: he had a huge swimming pool in the back yard, and I would love to see her hot little body in a bikini. The image danced in my brain even while I managed to park the car without running anything—or anyone—over in the process, and I leaned across the center console to kiss Nicole on the lips for just a moment.
The girls put on their jackets for the walk to the house—it was just cold enough to need them—and we got out of the car. “So tell me about Lucas parties,” Nicole said when I grabbed her hand to walk her to the door.
“They’re basically the best parties you can go to,” I told her. I kissed her again, unable to help myself and not even caring if I got lipstick on my lips in the process. “It’s going to be a great night, babe.”
“Ugh, you two are going to give me diabetes,” Ashley said, grinning. “Of course maybe I’ll find someone I can hook up with. Or at least someone I can talk to about New Girl.”
“That would be a girl,” Nicole said, rolling her eyes. “And hey, if you want to hook up with a girl, I’m not going to judge you.”
“College is for experimentation,” Ashley said, grinning, as we got to the door.
Chapter Five
I was a little intimidated at the thought of going to an upperclassman party, especially one so far away from campus; but as soon as I walked into the house with Ty, I felt relaxed and relieved. It was just like the other parties I’d been to—both as a high school kid and in my first weeks in college. “Yo, Luke, this is my girlfriend Nicole and her friend Ashley.” Lucas—Luke—was shorter than Ty, with a shaved-bald head and the beginnings of a pretty decent beard, with big hipster glasses and colorful clothes.