Page 6 of Palm South University: Season 3

WEIGHTLIFTING, PARTYING,and fucking.

Three things I do better than anyone else.

I finished the first one early this morning, I’ll be doing the second one later tonight, and the last? Well, it’s like they always say — there’s no time like the present.

“Oh, fuck, Bear. Don’t stop. Don’t… stop…”

Lacy bites her lip hard as she rides me, hands wrapped up in her hair and thighs tense as she tightens around me. I grip her hips harder, pulling her down as I thrust my hips, hitting her deeper, deep enough to make her scream my name as she comes.

She may not be the brightest color in the crayon box, but one thing I can always depend on with Lacy? She’s down to fuck. Down tojustfuck. She’d had a moment last year where she wanted more, but it was brief, and now I know I can count on her when I need a distraction or a release.

And she can count on me.

“God,” she sighs, rolling off me, chest still heaving. “You’ve ruined me for other guys, you know that, right? Your cock is a fucking treasure.”

“Yeah?” I ask, standing and pulling her small wrist until she’s standing, too. “Why don’t you show me just how valuable it is to you.”

She smirks, tongue running the length of her bottom lip before she drops to her knees. She keeps her dark brown eyes locked on mine as she swirls her tongue over the head and I moan, flexing my hips. Lacy takes the cue, swallowing me whole, gagging a little as I groan again.

It’s so fucking hot staring down at her, brown skin smooth and shining with a thin sheen of sweat as she works my cock with her hands and mouth. Every time she flicks her eyes up to look at me and takes me in her throat I surge closer to climax, and when one hand cups my balls and squeezes, I curse, pulling out of her mouth.

“Open,” I command and she does, closing her eyes and stretching her mouth open wide, tongue out, breasts perky and waiting. I pump myself twice more and then I bust, coming on her mouth, her neck, her nipples. Lacy trails her fingers along the pearly white lines as I finish, tucking one finger in her mouth and sucking it clean before opening her eyes and grinning up at me.

“Fuck.” I breathe the word, falling back onto my bed as she giggles and scampers to my bathroom. A few minutes later she returns with a towel, wiping herself clean before handing it to me.

And this is my favorite part.

Because Lacy doesn’t ask to cuddle, or talk, or for me to text her later. She just pulls her dress on, tucks her bra into her purse, and slips on her sandals.

“See you around, Bear.”

She winks, and then she’s gone.

Perfect.

It’s been a hell of a summer. Getting my little brother, Clayton, set up at his best friend’s house and making sure he had everything he needed for the school year was challenging. I hated that I wasn’t there for him, even if Mac’s family was. Still, he made it clear last year that the last thing he wanted was for me to give up PSU and move back to Pittsburgh. So, I’m trying to let it go, to give him the respect and trust he’s asking for, and do everything I can from Florida for now.

Then there’s the fact that I’m a junior now. Classes aren’t going to be a breeze anymore, and studying isnotamong my list of things I’m good at. I’m excited for the advanced art classes and harnessing my skills in the Adobe Creative Suite, but I’ve also heard horror stories about my professors this semester.

Sighing, I try to drop the stress and float on the high from getting my rocks off with one of the hottest chicks on campus as I make my way to the shower. But as soon as the hot water hits my bare back, another girl floods my mind.

Erin.

I wash my body quickly, trying not to think about her too much until I’m out of the space we shared after formal last semester. I won’t ever be able to shower without that memory sparking to life, and now that I’m back in the exact shower it happened in, it’s even harder to push the thought away.

When I’m dressed, I realize I still have plenty of time before the party starts, so I swipe my wallet off my desk and make my way down to the Kappa Kappa Beta house. It’s after nine now, which means the girls rushing are halfway across campus making their final selections before bid day. It’s likely a mad house over at KKB, but I don’t care.

I need to see her.

“You’re joking, right?”

Ashlei laughs, arms crossed as she rests her weight on one hip. The house is bustling behind her, all her sisters still dressed in all black cocktail dresses from Pref Night.

“I just need five minutes.”

“Youdorealize how impossible that is, right? To see the recruitment chair on Pref Night? Even for five minutes?”

She wasn’t being rude, just simply stating facts, and the truth is I knew it before even walking down.