by Mari Kyle
“How ya been, Lee?” he asked. He placed his hands on her hips to scoot around her to grab a stack of cups and his erection, like steel, brushed across her butt, causing Kelly to jerk in place.
“Good. How about you?” she said in a strained voice, her face flushing, and a familiar look of lust brightened in her eyes. He liked that he could still get that kind of reaction out of her. She certainly ignited the same in him. “Haven’t been called that in a long time,” she added as she poured a drink for someone, a mysterious smile stretching her lips.
“I’m still the only one, I hope,” he said.
“Yup.”
“You look beautiful tonight…but you look beautiful all the time.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Are you having a good year? Still taking photography classes?”
“Can’t these days with my engineering major kicking my ass. What about you?”
“Same. Maybe next year. Remember how we took almost every class together freshman year?”
“Yeah and now we barely see each other.”
“I know…junior year is so busy. It seems like just yesterday I was trying to figure out what my major would be and now I’m almost done with it.”
“That’s not why we don’t see each other,” he muttered a little louder than he had intended and it led to a heavy silence between them. He’d heard the bitterness in his own voice and was pretty sure she had picked up on it too. They didn’t speak again as they served drinks and he was actually relieved when Daniel strode over to take his place, claiming he needed a break from dancing with sorority girls. Yeah right. What are you up to? Scott thought.
“You should go too…” Daniel said to Kelly. She walked out from behind the bar, gave Rebecca a parting hug and headed for the door without saying goodbye to Scott. A weighted feeling of remorse clamped down on his chest. Shit, I’m so stupid. I could have reconnected with an old friend tonight and instead I made her feel bad because I miss her.
“Uh…” Daniel said, his brown hair flopping into his eyes. “Hello.”
“What?”
“Dude.” Daniel smacked him on the shoulder. “What are you doing? Are you stupid?”
“What do you mean?”
“All you ever do is date carbon copies of that girl. Look at Sam. She could play Kelly in a movie about her life. She looks just like her. Just like every other girl at this school you’ve dated or slept with since I’ve known you.”
Scott shrugged. “So what? I have a type.”
“No…you have it bad for Kelly. Go after her, you idiot! Go!”
“Fuck! You’re right!” She had been his best friend freshman year and before he knew it, they would be graduating and permanently leading separate lives. Scott dashed for the door and chased her down to the parking lot just as she cranked the ignition of her car. “Do the Gabel Got To list with me tonight. Let’s finish it,” he said as he leaned into her window, completely out of breath.
Kelly turned her head, a cautious smile on her face. “Seriously? You really want to?”
“Yeah…we have a few things left from freshman year, right?”
She laughed after a silent moment of thought. “Yup. Three, I believe.”
“So come on!” he said, stepping back from the driver’s side door and holding his hand out to her. Kelly hesitated for a moment but she got out of the car and linked arms with him as they walked the several blocks back to campus, heading for the center of it like they had nearly every day two years ago.
“Whoa. Déjà vu,” she said squeezing his arm a little tighter. “Remember that day we walked in on Rebecca and that guy in my room?”
“Yup. I see him around campus and we always give each other a look.” How could he forget? It was a running joke between him and Rebecca that if not for her getting eaten out by that guy, he and Kelly might not have ever gotten together. Under the moonlight, he cast a quick glance over at her—sure, he couldn’t kiss her or touch her like before but he realized suddenly he was happy to have her to himself tonight, even if it was just for the night. Sometimes you only had a moment to make things right and sometimes it was all you needed. They strolled to the Gabel Student Union and although it was quiet and empty, the doors stayed open overnight to provide students a short pathway to the other side of campus. It was also the place where they could get a copy of the Gabel Got To list. His yearning for Kelly intensified as she walked ahead of him to get the sheet from a slot near a student lounge. He remembered those toned legs wrapped around his waist or tightening around his neck when his face was buried between her legs. What he wouldn’t have given to be able to lift her against one of the walls and fuck her right here. Blowing a deep breath out, he shook the thoughts from his head.
As they continued their walk back outside through the far end doors and Tenley Field came into view, she said, “Let’s see. We still have to…streak across Tenley—okay, I nominate you for that.”
“Gladly.” Scott tore his shirt off but she turned away when he pulled his pants down. He wished she hadn’t looked away. Part of him wanted her to know she still turned him on. “But we always swore we would do this list together and no one is out here right now. Unless you’re chicken….”
She smirked at him and he saw her eyes light up at the challenge. “Fine. For the list.”
Scott watched her move to a darkened spot on the lawn to peel her dress and undergarments off, his eyes tracking the materials down to the grass. The tease of just the outline of her curves in the shadows was even more arousing than the instant gratification of seeing her naked body.
“Eyes up, Matheson,” she warned as she got closer, but he had already spied her perky tits, narrow waist and rounded hips.
It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. “Got it,” he said with a burst of laughter. “Ready? To the end and back.”
“Okay! Go!” she said. The two of them dashed across Tenley Field, laughing as they went. Running beside a naked woman was incredibly exciting and he slowed along the way to let her run past him so he could check out the jiggle of her tits and ass. They were both out of breath when they got back to the starting position and now he took her in with awe as she shimmied back into her clothes. Damn, he really hoped Patrick appreciated what he had.
“A little help?” Kelly asked. A sliver of her smooth skin was visible between the open teeth of her zipper. Scott muttered an expletive to himself, reminded of how she would whimper when his tongue skated up the bend of her back as they fucked doggy style, or her nails sinking into his hamstring when she was shouting his name in pleasure during her orgasm. Is that what she and Patrick did now? Was she saying his name? Was he pulling her hair? Was he making her come so hard her breath would stagger and her body writhe until she was exhausted?
“This is no fun,” he teased. He was partly joking, partly serious, as his fingers tapped up her skin, and she shivered a little before he dragged the zipper up. “I always enjoyed the unzipping part.”
“Yeah you did, especially when I would do it myself in a strip tease,” she said.
“Are you even allowed to talk about this stuff with me? Is Patrick going to burst out of the bushes and murder me?”
“We’re just talking.” Kelly turned to him with a condemning scowl. “What is it with you and Patrick, anyway? Why don’t you like him? You encouraged me to pursue it.”
“Sorry.” It was true and he had because he thought Patrick made her happy. His heart sank at her words but he kept his expression neutral as they moved on to the Harold Gabel statue, which was next on the list. “So it’s really something you see going past college? You and Patrick?”
“Yeah…”
“What’s the hesitation for?”
“That wasn’t hesitation.” But there was no assurance in her voice and she said no more once they were standing in front of the granite replica of the school’s founder in the middle of the quad. “You have to give him a rim job,” she said with a snort.
“We both have to lic
k Mr. Gabel’s stone ass, Lee. Do what countless other students before us have done. The millions of them that exist out there.”
“Eww,” she said before Scott lifted her by the waist so that she could perform the ritual. “Yuck…oh!” Kelly missed the statue’s platform on the way down and collapsed against him, catching him off guard, and they both tumbled to the grass. She landed on top of him but quickly rolled off to the side, a loud laugh escaping her. At the sound, Scott stroked her face, driven by the sudden need to touch her, and she quieted.
Their lips were so close he could see the slight quiver of hers and the temptation to kiss her was too great—he could feel it, like an itch deep in his chest—but he had a lot of restraint, so he didn’t. He only touched his lips to her ear and indulged in the scent of her hair like he had earlier. “Are you okay?” he asked, locking eyes with her. She has a boyfriend, he warned himself.
“Probably not a good idea to climb statues in heels,” she said, her gaze dropping to his mouth just briefly, but then she was up on her feet again. “Okay, your turn.”
He climbed up on his own and touched his tongue to the granite and a wave of sadness hit him. There was only one more thing to do and then they would have no more reason to hang out past tonight. Everything would go back to how it was before.
“What’s the last thing?” he asked, masking the disappointment in his tone with a bright smile, and they were moving through the quad once more with her in the lead.
“Um… it involves the quad fountain,” she muttered. “We have to get in…”
“Easy enough.” He stepped into the water once they reached it.
Kelly stepped in too. “And kiss.”
“Oh…well, we could just kiss each other on the cheek.”
“Not quite,” she responded, glancing down at the list. “It specifically says ‘Make out with another student in the Gabel fountain’.” Scott scooped up some water and tossed it at her until she was hopping around and shrieking. “Oh my God! Why are you splashing me?”
“’Cause it’s Patrick’s fault that we can’t finish the goddamn…” He trailed off when she retaliated with vicious splashing in return. “List.” Soon they were caught in a playful wrestle, which he was in danger of losing the more her wet dress clung to her body and further defined the curves of her hips and breasts. Giving in to the lustful thoughts that had been inundating him all night, he pulled her against him and she finally released her hold on him. Her dress was hiked up, revealing her boy shorts underwear with the bottom of her ass hanging out. He laced his fingertips up the side of her thighs and she moaned against his chest.
“Scott,” she said and her nails curled into his back.
“Do I still get you wet, Lee?” he whispered, rubbing his thigh in the space between her legs.
“We shouldn’t…we can’t do this,” she said but she didn’t pull away and her breaths quickened.
“Do you ever think about me when he’s touching you?” he asked in an insistent tone. “When he’s buried deep inside you?” They jumped back from one another as her cell phone rang and Kelly climbed out of the fountain to reach for her bag. She looked between him and her phone and he guessed it was Patrick. She gave him an apologetic look, confirming his suspicion, and pressed the cell to her ear.
“Patrick…hey,” she said. “You’re back already? No I’m not at my dorm. Yeah…I’ll be there in five minutes. Can’t wait to see you, either. Yeah. Bye.” She slipped her phone back into her bag and didn’t meet Scott’s eyes right away.
Even as despair cloaked him, he pressed out a smile and said, “It’s okay, Lee. Come on, I’ll walk you back to your car.”
Chapter Three
Kelly
Kelly leaped into Patrick’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist the minute she stepped out of the car and pressing her lips to his in a kiss so forceful he was out of breath once they stopped. She had never been so turned-on in her life. The entire night with Scott, all of her nerve endings had felt exposed, her body yearning to feel his fingers and tongue again. It had taken every ounce of willpower not to just pull Scott into a nearby bush and let him have his way with her. Of course you still make me wet, she had wanted to say when he asked, and the whole drive back to her dorm, her clit had throbbed so much, she had squeezed her legs together to soothe the ache.
“Whoa. Hey, babe. You must’ve really missed me,” Patrick said with a laugh.
“Yes. Now take me upstairs and I’ll show you just how much,” she urged as she hopped down off him. She couldn’t get him into her room fast enough. She tried to push the thoughts of Scott from her mind but it was impossible to deny that he was the reason she wanted to fuck Patrick so badly right now.
They landed on her bed with him on top of her, his hips wedged between her thighs and her legs in a loose fold around him. “I know I can get you wet but this is just ridiculous,” he teased as he pulled her soaking dress down. “Where were you tonight?”
“Um…ended up in the fountain…long story,” she said, laughing nervously.
“Not as long as what you’re about to get,” he said before pinning her wrists to the mattress above her head. He shoved his fingers into her slick pussy, staring down at her in a ravenous, lustful gaze. She shut her eyes briefly when Scott’s face appeared.
“I want to suck your cock first,” she said.
Patrick got to his feet and stripped off his clothes. “Whoa. I’ve never seen or heard you be this aggressive before.” She didn’t show this side of herself to Patrick at all. Only Scott had ever heard her talk dirty in bed. Patrick clutched his dick with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other when Kelly got down on her knees in front of him. She stretched her lips around the moist, salty tip before sliding her mouth over his smooth hardened length.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take it all the way,” he said, stroking himself at the base as she took in his flesh, and with the steady thrusts of his hips, he pumped into her mouth. “Suck me hard, Kelly. Shit. Feels so fucking good. Take me deep, baby.” His breaths got raspy and his hold on her hair tensed when she gripped his dick, jerking him in time with the movement of her mouth. “Not too fast. Shit…I want to come in your pussy, baby.”
He lifted her to her feet and guided her to the bed, then spread her legs wide once she was on her back. Raising both her legs to his shoulders and clutching her hips, he put his mouth to her clit, tracing soft circles into the sensitive nub. Patrick squeezed her nipples between his fingers and Kelly arched off the bed. Scott. Oh, Scott.
“Lick it harder,” she said as she clutched the back of his head. He pushed his fingers into her opening and quickened the pace of his tongue until she was crying out and shivering against his lips. “Make me come.” Scott. Kelly speared her fingers through his hair, fisting what little she could grab as she climaxed.
“Damn, you’re so hot when you talk like that,” he said. “Get on your hands and knees.” Then she heard the familiar crackle of the condom wrapper as he tore it open. After she repositioned herself, she bit down on her lower lip as she clenched around him sliding into her from behind, but her mind drifted back to the night in Scott’s room when she was bent over his desk. Patrick grabbed her hips and slammed against her ass before he reached beneath her to finger her clit.
“Patrick,” she yelled as she lost control to her release. He withdrew, flipped her over to her back and, after bracing his hands on either side of her, rocked into her. Head thrown back, Kelly twisted the sheets in her hands, taking every sensual, pleasurable blow quaking through her body. “Yes, baby. Fuck me hard.” It had never been like this between them. She moaned as she let his face morph into Scott’s momentarily, then grabbed his butt, begging him to drive into her harder. “Fuck me just like that, Patrick,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.” He eased his hand between them until he found her clit again and pushed her right to the edge of her orgasm.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he whispered, leaning into her ear. “Come wit
h me.” Digging her nails into his muscular shoulders, she clung to him as his thrusts strengthened with enough force to ram her bed against the wall. Then they came together in a tangle of limbs, both gasping and quivering, in what ultimately had to be the best night of sex they had ever had.
* * * * *
“You want to break up? Really?” Kelly asked. She watched in shock as Patrick collected his things the next morning. It was barely dawn and they had just been cuddling a few hours before. “But last night…?”
He shrugged before jumping into his jeans. “Was great. Really great. Better than anything we’ve done since we got together. But breaking up is actually what I wanted to talk to you about last night. That’s why I was here but then one thing led to another…the thing is, babe, we’re college juniors. We’ve got one more year left and I just don’t think a relationship is the best way for us to be. I tried. I really tried. I care about you Kelly, but I don’t want a wife at twenty-one, you know? We can still be friends, right?” The smile on his face was actually genuine in its hopefulness. He was serious. This was clearly something he had been thinking about for a while.
“Wow. I guess,” she muttered as she walked him to the door of her dorm room. Patrick planted a quick kiss on her cheek before he sauntered down the hallway. Kelly was stunned. She’d left an awesome night with Scott to come back to her room for what was essentially breakup sex? Maybe it was karmic punishment for thinking about Scott in the first place. Now he probably wouldn’t even talk to her. But even more than that, her year-old relationship, which she had thrown away a few friendships for, was over. She was really alone now and suddenly the tears came.
As the weeks went on, she saw Patrick around campus with a different girl every few days. She heard he was definitely making the most of his newfound single life. Kelly, however, locked herself away in her room, eating tubs of ice cream and watching old black-and-white movies on the Turner Classic channel. She saw Scott too but he barely looked in her direction. So much like that week during freshman year when she thought he was interested in Rebecca, she did her best to avoid any run-ins with him but she worked on mending her friendship with Rebecca as the year drew to a close. Over the last few weeks of junior year, Rebecca helped her gather all of Patrick’s things and leave them in several boxes on top of his car in front of the dorm of the new woman he was seeing. His obvious indifference when he saw her only sent Kelly further into despair for several more weeks but rekindling the friendship with Rebecca was a great distraction from her broken heart, both from Patrick and the loss again of Scott.
