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Authors: Becca Lee Nyx

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“Okay” I sigh, and then blush. “I have to get back to my tour group.”

“Bye,” He chuckles. I’m dazed by his smile. I’ve never seen someone as attractive as him.

“Bye,” I reply over my shoulder as I run back over to my tour group. I shake my head, trying to clear it of all my lustful thoughts. I’ve had sex all of three times in my life and each time left me feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. I think back to the first guy I ever had sex with, his name was Brad, and we had been together all of six months. Brad made me feel special, like I was the only girl for him and I was head over heels in love with him. He finally talked me into having sex with him and it was terrible, it hurt, and he came almost as soon as he entered me, shortly after that he broke up with me over voicemail. I was heartbroken, I thought he really cared about me, but I guess I was wrong. I had sex with one other guy after that, his name was John; I met him at a party that I attended with Kelly. He was only interested in sticking his dick inside of me and didn’t spend much time making me feel special. We had sex twice that night, I guess I had to be sure that he really was that terrible. I haven’t had a boyfriend since, if that is what sex was like, then I could wait, but this new guy, whoever he is, I bet he knows a woman’s body. I smile stupidly as I fantasize about all the ways I’d let him violate my body.

As I rejoin the group my mind is made up. I don’t need the tour group, and I don’t need the pamphlets. I didn’t care what this school has to offer or what the other schools have. My decision had been made the minute he said, “I hope I’ll see you in the fall.” I was going to Bates College and that was that. I just had to convince my friends that this was where I wanted to be. If they found out that it was because of some guy, I would never hear the end of it.

Soon we leave Bates and head off to the other two schools we have planned to visit. While we’re there I pick them apart; complaining about the lawn, size of the building, peeling paint, and the horrible dorms. I drive Ryan crazy with my comments, constantly saying, “But at Bates college they have,” insert better sounding informative asset here.

At the last school we’re midway through the tour. I’ve given up on the pamphlets at this point. Kelly groans, “Can we be done now?”

“You know, I’m not feeling this one, the campus is all wrong.” I say wanting to be done as much as Kelly.

“But this is the school you wanted to tour the most, remember?” Ryan says.

I roll my eyes, “I know, and it looked great on paper, but now that I’m here, it just doesn’t feel right.”

“So can we go now?” Kelly asks tapping her foot.

Ryan and I share a smile; “Sure,” we say together and leave.

Back in the car, I drive away happy that we’re done touring. A vision of my handsome hero’s body flashes into my mind, then a horn blares at me as I pass through a stop sign.

“Didn’t you see the stop sign?” Ryan asks

“What are you trying to do kill us?” Kelly glares.

“I’m sorry, I’m just distracted.” I apologize, I need to stay focused on what I’m doing or I am going to get us all killed.

“Well I hope you start paying attention. I’d like to make it to Stephanie’s party alive.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there.” I sigh; I’m about ready for Kelly to stop talking about the party. She’s been talking about it all day asking me what she should wear, and talking about other people who are going to be there, like I really cared one way or another. She did twist my arm into going with her though.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asks I can feel his eyes staring at me.

“Nothing.” I still can’t get that guy out of my head. I keep replaying his smile over and over, and I want to go to Bates, I want to see if I can find this guy and get to know him.

“You want to go to Bates, don’t you?” He asks

“I do, the school just feels right.” I say, trying hard not to smile. Ryan read my mind.

“And the lawn is green.” Ryan says

“And there aren’t any cracks in the ceiling.” Kelly adds

“Was I really that bad?” I ask; I knew I was comparing the schools, but I don’t recall mentioning cracks in the ceiling.

“Yes!” They answer in unison.

I sigh, then I ask the question that’s been plaguing my mind, “Well? Are we going to Bates?”

“Are you kidding me? If we say no we’ll have to listen to you whine all year.” Ryan says

“Yeah, and did you see the men there? Hot!” Kelly adds.

“So we’re decided then?” I have to know for certain, they could say no and I would do my best to forget Mr. Handsome, although it would be hard, he’s not the kind of guy you just forget.

“I think we are,” Ryan confirms

“Thank God,” Kelly says.

I smile happy that I get to attend the school I want and most of all I’ll be able to see my dark haired hero. I relish the thought and fantasize about him caressing me, holding me, and screwing me like a rabid animal. If only I had gotten his name.

Chapter Two

Who’s That Boy?

B
ang, Bang, Bang,
I wake up, eyes blurry, and my right hand is numb and there is drool on my chin. Rihanna is singing about diamonds on the radio. The Radio; It’s on. My eyes fly open as I realize my alarm is going off. “Oh My God, I’m late!” I yell out loud. How can I be late? My mind is still fuzzy, then I remember that I was dreaming about Him. His lips were all over my body, tasting and kissing every inch of me, his hands, touched every part of me. His penis was huge and it caused me to come again and again as he slammed his perfectly sculpted body into me over and over.

“Crystal!” I hear in between bangs as Emily, my roommate knocks on my door. I’m snapped out of my fantasy, it wisps away into tendrils as it’s leaving my mind, but my body can still feel his touch, and I’m still lusting after him; A fact that has caused my panties to feel wet.

I scramble out of bed. I’m wearing an old t-shirt and underwear. “I’m awake” I say as I open the door.

Emily stops her arm held up in midair ready to knock again, “It’s about time. Your radio has been on for a while.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Emily smiles, and walks leisurely back towards her room, “No, I was already up, don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks,” I exhale, relieved that Emily isn’t upset with me. I’d hate for us to get off on the wrong foot my first day of school. I really want to have a good relationship with her. She’s going to be living with me for the rest of the year, and her support and friendship are important to me.

I look at the clock; if I hurry I can still make it to my first class. I dig thought the first box of clothes I come to. I was so preoccupied with reading ahead in my books that I forgot to unpack. I find a crumpled green t-shirt, Alan Rickman, as Professor Snape adorns the front of it. At the bottom of the box I find my favorite pair of jeans. Their hems are ripped along with the knees, I’ve had them for years and they show it. I pull them on, then step into a pair of black canvas shoes, grab my bag and head out the door.

I enter the room for my first class and see Ryan and Kelly sitting near the back with a seat saved for me; I slide into it, “Hi” I whisper.

“You made it,” Kelly whispers back without glancing towards me.

“Barely, Emily woke me up.” I’m breathless as I pull out a notebook and pencil.

Ryan turns to me and whispers in my ear, “Would you like me to call you in the morning, if you don’t answer I can always stop by on my way to class,”

I shake my head, “Thanks, I’ll be okay.” Ryan turns his attention back to the professor who’s writing on the dry erase board. He drones on as he writes down his expectations for the semester and explains what it will take to pass. I look around the room and see that my fellow classmates have already checked out and are daydreaming about whatever it is they’d rather be doing. I look back at my professor and start scribbling down everything that’s being written on the dry erase board. I resolve to meet every single one of these expectations. If I don’t I’m afraid I will let myself down. I have a goal to make the top grade in the class, it will be challenging, but I’m up for it.

When class is over there’s a collective sigh of relief throughout the room. I discretely scan the room as I look for Mr. Dark brown hair, green eyes and smoking body. I think I see him and hold up my hand to wave at him, but then I see his face at a better angle, brush my hair behind my ear, and turn my attention to something else hoping he didn’t notice my mistake

Kelly stands next to me trying to follow my gaze, “Who are you looking for?”

“Nothing, I say, meeting her eyes.

Kelly folds her arms, “Sure.”

Ryan reaches for my bag, that’s sitting on the table; “Can I help you carry your books to the next class?” asking the same question he’s asked me every year since grade school.

I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder, “No, I got it, but thank you for offering” I object, giving him the same answer as I do every year; and heave my bag strap on my shoulder. We smile at each other as if it’s our own private joke.

Kelly and Ryan walk side by side, and I trial behind them.

“I can’t believe this class is going to be this hard.” Kelly says flipping her blond hair behind her shoulder.

“What’s the matter? Don’t think you can charm the professor with your good looks?” Ryan teases.

“No, I’m sure I could seduce him, but I’m not into wrinkled old men.” Kelly smiles, her blue eyes sparkling.

“So you’ve at least thought about seducing him.” Ryan points out.

“Well the thought did cross my mind when I saw the syllabus.” Kelly admits, and then laughs, as Ryan laughs along with her.

I’m amused by their conversation as they banter back and forth. Kelly is wearing a pink top with a white short sleeved jacket, blue jeans and white flats. She looks so put together, compared to my t-shirt and ripped jeans. I feel envious of her soft complexion. She is truly beautiful. Ryan is tall, with lean long limbs; he’s very muscular from his time spent in the gym. His brown hair is short, but his brown eyes soften his face, making him easy on the eyes. His dark brown shirt hangs from his muscular frame, and is complimented by blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers.

I smile, pretending to listen as I watch for “Him,” and lament the fact that I didn’t ask him his name. We settle in at our next class, and I search the room looking for anyone with dark brown hair and green eyes.

Kelly stares at me, “Are you looking for someone?”

I turn my attention back to my book, trying to play off the fact that she’s right. “No.”

Kelly frowns, “You seem like you’ve been looking for someone this whole time, who is it?”

“I’m just looking around, okay?” I snap, and then regret it. I’m being too defensive, I need to calm down.

Kelly faces the front of the rooms and huffs, “If you don’t want to share who the mystery person is, fine with me.”

Ryan puts his hand on Kelly’s shoulder, “Maybe Crystal is just trying to familiarize herself with the room and the people she’s taking classes with.”

I find my excuse in Ryan’s defense and take a deep breath, expelling it slowly, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I got so defensive.”

Kelly pats my hand, “It’s all right, no harm done.”

The rest of the day is more of the same. I scan the hallways and the class rooms for my mystery man and don’t see him. Kelly makes no more mention of my distractedness and Ryan doesn’t seem to notice. I worry that green eyes has dropped out of school, after all a lot can happen in just a few short months. I beat myself up for thinking like that. I’ve been fantasizing about him all summer. He said he’d be here in the fall; I just have to stay determined to find him. My resolve strengthens; I will search every building and every room if I have to. I will find my green eyed dream man.

The last class is over, “What are we doing later?” I ask Ryan and Kelly.

“I have my first debate meeting, and then the rest of my day is free. Ryan says shoving his books into his bag.

Kelly has her phone out, “I don’t have anything, but I’d like to go back to my room. I need a good pedicure after seeing all the work we have to do.”

“Well do you want to meet up and study after you’ve had your pedi, and Ryan is done with his meeting?” I ask, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

“Oh wait! Trish just told me about a freshman mixer tonight at the Delta Gamma house.”

“Kelly,” I groan, “It’s our first week of school, I’m sure there will be plenty of parties to attend later in the year.”

“Crystal is right,” Ryan chimes in backing me up, “We need to get used to the work load, then we can have fun later.”

Kelly pouts, “But, we’re supposed to have fun in college.”

“You want to be able to pass, right?” I ask

“Well, yeah.” Kelly says, arms folded.

“Then, let’s make the most of it and study, besides, I’m sure there’s a party every weekend.”

Kelly sighs, “Okay,” she relents.

“So, we’ll meet at the campus library at eight?”

“Sure.” Kelly agrees, tapping her phone.

“Sounds great.” Ryan replies.

We go our separate ways; when I get back to my dorm, Emily is stretched out on the couch reading a book, titled “Zombies, They’re Coming For You.” Her jet black hair is pulled up into a pony tail; she glances over the top of her book, “How was your first day?”

I drop my bag into the chair across from Emily, “It was alright,”

Emily smiles, laying her book on her chest, “Did you make it to your first class?”

I plop onto the floor next to the chair and drag my book bag down next to me, “Barely, thank you again for waking me up”

Emily stretches and stands up, “My boyfriend is stopping by later, I wanted you to know so you aren’t surprised by a stranger in the dorm.”

I arrange my papers by class so it’s easier to get to them later, “Okay, thank you for telling me,”

Emily goes into her room and shuts the door, while I put all my organized papers back into my book bag. Entering my room I see the damage that my frantic morning has caused. Clothes are everywhere; how am I supposed to study in this mess? I sigh heavily and begin the task of hanging my clothes in my miniscule closet. The past three months have been chaotic. Between gathering and filling out paperwork, packing, and keeping up with Kelly, I’m amazed that I’ve made it this far. I’m not used to throwing things together last minute like this. I’m usually a careful planner, but ever since I met “Him,” I’ve been unfocused. Even Kelly has begun to notice how distracted I am. I’ve got to pull my act together if I’m going to make it through the year. I’m nearly done organizing my room when I hear a knock at the door.

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