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“ D amn. baby. You really are a big boy, aren’t you?” Warm, wet lips closing over the head of my dick and sucking, make it unfairly hard to reply. A drawn out, grumbled, “Yeah” is all I can manage.

Cindy, I think her name is, giggles. The vibration of which gives my boner an unneeded boost. I ache for relief.

For some reason, I’ve thought of nothing but sex all week, which may seem perfectly normal for a college jock, but even for me this has been intense. Coach has been kicking our asses in preseason training, this term’s class workload is proving a challenge, and keeping my team in line and out of trouble is an even bigger one. But none of those things are what’s been playing over and over in my mind.

Soft fingers cupping and playing with my balls pull me out of my head and back to the blowjob so kindly being bestowed upon me. Cindy is doing her best to suck me dry, but it’s just not happening. We’re squished in a party bathroom, someone is pounding on the door and my mind is somewhere else. It’s not till my eager little friend shifts her hand from my balls and slides it back, between my ass cheeks that I find myself fully invested. I don’t know what smutty romance book taught these girls this trick, but I need to find that author and give them my thanks.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” My hips begin to piston between the redhead’s lips. I’m fucking her face now. Really make a mess of that pretty pink lipstick and she seems to love it. She’s bobbing up and down on her knees, spreading her legs while and fuck me, yes, she’s playing with herself while she sucks me off. “Does this make you hot?” I grunt and tug on her hair that’s twisted between my fingers, “Does bringing a big man like me down to his knees get you off?”

Whoever is banging on that door is getting a nice little soundtrack as she nods, and hums and moans, so loudly, takes me so fucking deeply that I see stars and join in with the symphony of sighs. Then that naughty little finger of hers presses deeper, tickles right over my hole and bang, I explode so hard and fast I have no time to give her a warning. “Fuck,” I curse, but she doesn’t seem to mind. My orgasm and the groan of relief that rips from me is quickly followed by her own,

“Fuck, Noah, yes.”

Panting with cheeks flushed, we slump to our closest cool surface. For me it’s the vanity, for her, the cold tile floor. Cindy–or was it Candy–looks up through her lashes and gives me a knowing smile. “Wanna come back to my place and continue the fun? My roommate is home. She’s blonde and likes to watch. Sometimes she joins in, too.” Seconds after coming, my dick twitches with interest.

“That sounds like fun. I think I could be convinced.” I tuck myself away before it becomes painful to do so then help Cindy, no shit–it was Sydney–to her feet.

This isn’t my first time in this bathroom. It’s the jock’s dorm and my home before Mom passed away so I know my way around. From the third drawer I pull out a washcloth, run the water till it’s warm. “I’ll wait outside and give you a sec to clean up, Sydney.” When I hand her the cloth, she looks at it in shock like I’ve handed over a diamond ring.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“What?”

“Most guys don’t do that. Help me off the floor, give me a wash cloth. Remember my name.”

Wow. “I gotta say, Sydney. I feel really bad about being a guy right now. We’re pigs.”

“You’re not,” she sniffs.

Oh shit, she’s crying. My mind travels back to a time when I was in high school and Claire, still struggling to come to grips with her sexuality, would come home from parties after some fooling around with a jerk, that same look of shame on her face. I have a decision to make. Actually, I’ve already made it and my dick isn’t going to like it. “Hey, Syd. Why don’t we pick up that roommate of yours and get some food. I’m starving.”

“Can we go to In-N-Out? My boyfriend Derek never let me eat it. He said I was too … too … too fat.” She almost sobs as she pinches at the nonexistent fat in her tiny thigh.

Fuck me.

“Of course we can. You can order whatever you like, it’s on me.” I brace her trembling face between my hands and position her face to meet my eyes. “Don’t let guys treat you like that, okay. They’re not worth it. I’m going to give you that minute to clean up. I’ll meet you outside, okay?” After staring at me in disbelief she nods, then something, I think panic, flashes across her face.

“You’re going to ditch me, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m going to give you some privacy, stand outside the door, then take you and your friend to get some food.” Some asshole bangs on the door again. “Don’t worry about that. Take all the time you need.”

It’s one am and there she is. Alone in the corner, slumped against the window dipping her fries into what looks like a chocolate shake.

“Why is she here?”

“Why is who here?” Sydney asks as she leans into my arm.

“Ahh. That girl? She, um. She works with my sister, and goes to our school, too, but she’s called in sick all week. I’m surprised to see her here.” Sydney studies Lotte for a second, then her friend Hayley, then back to Lotte.

“Huh. I don’t recognize her. She’s pretty, though.”

Understatement of the century. “Yeah, she’s okay I guess.” I shrug my shoulders, trying to look at least half as interested in seeing Lotte here as I should when accompanying a girl that just gave me a blow job … then cried. Oh, and her friend. We take the last free booth, and while the girls discuss what they want to eat, I try not to watch the one I’m not here with in the window. “Hey, why don’t you guys grab a table? I’m just going to go say hi.”

“We’re already at a table,” says Hayley, her long nails clicking against the laminate.

“Great, sounds good. I’ll have that too.” I throw my bank card on the table, slide out of my seat and make my way over to Lotte in the manner befitting a park ranger approaching a wounded deer. Her eyes widen about four paces away and never before have I been so sure someone was willing themselves to evaporate into thin air on seeing me. “Fancy seeing you here, Little D.” Tapping the table, I try out my suavest, flirtiest grin that always seems to catch my target’s eye.

Lotte gives me an I roll and I’m fairly confident it wasn’t a tic. “Little D? What does that even mean? Unless it’s referring to …” her eyes dart to my junk then back to her food.

“Definitely not that, cheeky one. I can guarantee it.” I laugh. “Claire has you saved in her phone as Double-Double but you’re too tiny for that. Little D suits better.” There’s the faintest hint of a smile on her naturally pink lips, so I take that as an invitation and slide into the booth opposite her.

“Did you follow me here?” she asks next, looking at the fry she’s about to dip rather than me.

“You caught me. Me and my friends have been sitting outside of your apartment for days just hoping you’d leave in the middle of the night to get a burger. Speaking of which, why are you here in the middle of the night?”

“Speaking of friends,” she replies, utterly ignoring my question and pointing her milkshake coated fry to my table, “Who’s Barbie and Skipper?”

I look over my shoulder and Sydney who’s reapplying the lipstick my dick rubbed off, she waves with her free hand. “Don’t you mean Barbie and Midge? Skipper and Barbie are sisters, and what I know from those two, I really hope that’s not the case.”

“You know, for a big tough hockey player, you seem to know a lot about Barbie’s network of friends and family.”

“I do, and expecting a guy not to know anything about Barbie seems kind of misandrist.”

She stares at me blankly and pops the fry in her mouth. I pay no attention to the way it slides between her lips, how her jaw works as she chews it, or how a tiny drip of shake is licked from her finger.

None at all.

Eventually she returns her gaze to her food. “It hurts me to say this, and I don’t think it’s an apt assessment of what I said, but I’m surprised you even know what misandrist means. Color me shocked.”

A laugh bursts from me, rattling the table and making Lotte jump a little. She really is a cute, but terrified, wide-eyed deer. What made her so scared? Something tells me it’s best not to ask. “Back to my initial question, why are you here at one am?”

“Why are you?” she counters on the jab of a fry.

“Hunger. Needed food, and only trans fats would do.”

“Why Noah, what ever have you been up to with two beautiful women to make you so hungry?”

As tempting as it is to have a little fun and shock the innocence right out of her, I give a coy smile and shrug. “Nothing of any consequence. We just left a party because Sydney was upset and hungry too, so I picked up her friend and brought them here. Why? Jealous?”

“And how long have you known Sydney and friend?”

“Stop answering my questions with more questions, Lotte. Why are you here?”

She squints, purses her lips then concedes when I hold her gaze. “Same.”

I cock my brow and lean across the table. “You were at a party? You weren’t locked in the bathroom with anyone like I was … Ahh, may have been, were you?”

“Oh,” she blushes and begins to blink. “Oh, God no. I just meant the same, I was hungry. I couldn’t sleep and this place is the closest within walking distance.”

Before I could scold her for walking here alone, a throat clears beside me.

Ugh. Sydney.

“Noah, babe.” Fuck. Please don’t call me babe. “I ordered you some food. Come eat.”

“Yeah, babe.” Lotte smirks. I like it. “Go. Eat.” In an instant I know this girl giving me sass is my new favorite thing, and not a drop of desire to leave her side can be found in my body. There was just too much fun to be had, too many questions to be asked. But with an audience? Nope, now’s not the time. So, I slide from the booth, tap the table three times and duck down till I’m right in Lotte’s face.

“See ya round, Little D.”