Page 93 of For the Fans

I need to clear my head, and figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

I need to get laid.

The problem with hooking up with Krystle was that it was too new. It threw me off. Thathasto be it… Even though she’s just another cheerleader, she was different.Sort of.

Stomping into the other room, I grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and take a large gulp. I’m going to sort this out.I have to.

Removing my phone from my pocket, I type out a text to Lexi…

Me: Are you around?

She writes back almost immediately.

Lexi: I’m at my dorm. Waiting for you ;)

Perfect.

I text back an eggplant emoji followed by five water-squirts, then pocket my phone and rip another shot from the bottle. Drinking excessively is another good way to numb myself to all the realities infecting my thoughts. But I don’t have time to casually get blasted, since I’m in a rush to get this over with; sink my dick in Lexi’s pussy and prove once and for all that everything isfine, and mistakes or not, I’m stillme.

Kyran Harbor. Eagles QB. Exceptional student, with a sick body and great hair. Not to be hypnotized or coerced into unnamed things by whatever trickster voodoo certain stoner stepsiblings might possess.

Choking down several more large swallows of booze, my vision is already blurring as I leave my dorm and set out on a mission to Vanderslice Hall. I get there quick, hazy and barely remembering the walk as I take the elevator to Lexi’s floor. Staggering up the hall, I pound on her door, and she opens it, wearing nothing but my football jersey.

See? This is why she’s the safe bet.

Relief washes over me as she pulls me inside, closing and locking the door behind her.

“Mandy will be back in a half-hour,” she breathes, tugging my mouth to hers by my jaw. “We have to make it quick.”

“You got any booze?” I murmur on her lips, needing a few more shots for good measure. To make sure all the memories are sufficiently drowned to death.

She nods, kissing me a few more times before spinning away and scampering to grab a bottle of Fireball.The cinnamon standard for college kids, apparently.

Uncapping it, I slug it back, nearly choking when Lexi stuffs her hand inside my pants to grab my dick. Her fingers are small and dainty, and I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of her stroking my cock… Which is pretty much a limp noodle right now.

My teeth grind together.Come on… It feels good, you know it does.

Taking another big sip, my head feels like a bowling ball. My neck can barely hold it up anymore.

Clearly, Lexi is just as determined as I am to make this work, because she gives up on the handy and drops to her knees, unzipping my pants and shoving them down with my boxers. My blurring vision falls down to her head of blonde hair, seeing double as both of her slip my barely hard cock into their mouths.

It feels good… Itdoes, but I’m a fucking mess and I know it. Nothing is working… I’m too up in my head.

“You feel so fucking good…”

Eyes drooping shut, my head tips back and I bite my lip, remembering a much greedier mouth. One that sucked me with hesitation framing the curious need.

“Fuck…” I swallow hard, biting down hard on my lip as my erection finally gains some traction.

That mouth was warm and wet, too. The lips were so soft, the tongue so playful… Teasing my head the same way it teased my own tongue…

“Suck me.”

A whimper of a noise leaves my lips and I try like hell to cover it up. I don’t want to be thinking about this… I don’t want to be remembering him while I’m getting head from a girl.

“You want me to catch your hot load in my mouth?”

Growling, I force my eyes open to watch the girl on her knees, bobbing below my waist.That’swho I should want… No one else.