24 - Fallon
~ 24 ~
FALLON
It was one of those amazingly cloudless Texas days that made the sky look like it went on forever, stretching from horizon to horizon like a great blue dome. The heat was stifling, but then again that wasn’t entirely uncommon. It just didn’t feel at all like an autumn day, especially for this girl from Ohio.
Even so, I was in a great mood. No, a spectacular mood. And that’s because sometime later today, the guys were finally coming home.
I practically skipped down the main thoroughfare from the Natural Sciences building, the ice in my Yeti bottle rattling merrily as I passed the Veterans Memorial. I had a half hour before my next class, maybe less. I could stop to refill my water, and grab something at a nearby vending machine. Or if I hurried, there might even be enough time to stop by the cafeteria for something a little more substantial.
My phone buzzed in my pocket before I could decide. Rather than calculate the sun’s angle against the polarization of my sunglasses, I swiped blindly without even looking at it.
“Fallon?”
The voice stopped me cold, mid-skip. I halted awkwardly in the middle of the cement path.
“Yes?”
“It’s me. Blaine.”
My shoulders slumped in supreme disappointment. I’d known who it was immediately, of course. My mind just hadn’t wanted to register it.
“What the hell do you want?”
The words spilled forth easily, without me even thinking about them. Still, they were no less satisfying.
“Do you remember my jade roller?” Blaine asked.
I blinked. Of all the questions he could’ve asked, this was the very last thing I expected.
“Jade roller…” I repeated numbly.
“Yes.”
“You mean that dumb thing you used to keep in the freezer?” I asked snidely. “To ‘detox’ your skin?”
“Exactly!” Blaine cried excitedly. “I also used it for depuffing, and lymphatic drainage.”
“I don’t care if you used it to launch the fucking space shuttle,” I countered.
As usual, Blaine ignored me. “Well… do you know where it is?”
“If it were up your ass you’d know where it was, now wouldn’t you?” I shot back. “Did you check there first?”
“Fallon—”
“You gotta be kidding me,” I spat, laughing through my own amazement. “Calling me for something this stupid and inconsequential.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“Oh, it’s cataclysmically stupid,” I snarled. “In fact, you’re the king of stupid impulse buys.”
Blaine paused awkwardly. I knew the face he was making, without having to see it. Unlike all the other times though, I was happy to be miles away.
“So you haven’t seen it, then?”
“No I haven’t seen it,” I snapped. “I don’t live there anymore, remember? Have your next poor victim of a girlfriend check the freezer for it. Or stick your own head in the freezer, for fuck’s sake.”
“It’s definitely not in the freezer,” my ex said plainly. “Which is why—”
“Goodbye Blaine,” I snapped. “Oh. And one more thing?”
“Yes?”
“Lose my number.”
I hung up, pressing the button so hard my fingernail nearly broke. It should’ve been incomprehensible, that someone could be so totally oblivious to social norms. Yet after three years with Blaine, it just seemed par for the course.
On the move again, I ducked into one of the three new kiosks they’d erected on campus to provide for students on the go. There was a water refill station, and a vending machine that had started off with healthy snacks. Now however, half the choices were sugary granola bars and chocolate-laden trail mix.
I pressed the button. My snack fell.
A hand slipped over my mouth.
“MmmmmpphhhHHH!”
Strong, powerful arms dragged me backward, into the shadowy alcove just behind the vending area. Before I could even register fear, they spun me around to face my assailant.
“Dalton!”
I went from terrified to ecstatic in the span of a single second. Flinging my arms over his shoulders, I squeezed my body tightly against him.
“You’re back?!”
He shushed me with a quick finger.
“Hotel flooded, so we switched to an earlier flight.”
I began kissing him all over his gorgeous face. I was so happy to see him, I was literally beside myself. He felt great. He smelled fantastic.
“What are you doing here?” I asked playfully. “You saw me walking and couldn’t help yourself?”
His fingers went straight to the button of my shorts.
“Something like that.”
He undid them deftly, pulled down the zipper, and yanked my shorts to mid-thigh. When he rolled my panties down just far enough to expose my mound, I gasped.
“Dalton…”
“Yeah?”
He was only half listening to me. His hands were tugging at his own shorts now.
“I— I need to—”
His boxers came down, and out sprang a long, thick erection — fully and gloriously hard. The sight of it made me instantly wet.
“Here?” I whispered in alarm.
Dalton took one of my hands and wrapped it strategically around the base of his shaft. Reflexively I tried to stroke it, but instead he guided it through the gap between my half-pulled down panties and my warm, now very wet entrance.
He pierced my folds, but didn’t venture inside. Instead, he slid through my thigh gap and began sawing forward and back, the bulbous head pushing and pulling its way through the shallowest part of my womanhood.
Holy shit…
Together we watched for a while, oblivious of our surroundings, as Dalton fucked the wet, warm valley between my thighs. The pressure was absolutely exquisite. The friction against my clit was driving me crazy. Faster and faster he went, his hard body undulating against mine. I was backed into a corner. Pressed tightly against the wall, in an alcove no bigger than a closet, in a room that anyone could venture into at any moment.
That part was both thrilling and terrifying, at the same time.
“Dalton…”
His mouth plunged over my neck, wracking my body with shivers and goosebumps and all things amazing. And then suddenly he was coming hard, his stomach muscles going rigid against mine. I felt the warm thickness of his load, splashing against me. I looked down and saw him filling my panties with it. Stroking himself — through the use of my own hand — until he’d drained every last drop into the stretched-out fabric between my trembling thighs.
“There we go.”
His hands slid down and rolled my underwear back up, trapping the heat of his loins against my skin. My panties were drenched with his come . The thin triangle that was my cutest thong was now a total mess.
“You know where the Alumni Center is?” Dalton asked abruptly.
I was still in shock as he pulled up my shorts, and buttoned them too. I managed to nod.
“Go there now.”
“Wait… what?”
“Emerson’s there. The staff’s at lunch. He’s got the key.”
My stomach rolled, in a weird but awesome way.
“I can’t go there now!” I protested. “I have a class in twenty minutes.”
“Eighteen, actually,” said Dalton, pulling out his phone. “Better hurry.”
He slipped from the alcove, leaving me alone in the sex-scented darkness. I had a moment of panic, just thinking about sitting through class with my panties full of the quarterback’s seed. By the time I followed him back to the vending area, he was gone.