Chapter 2 Don’t Tug It Too Hard
Don’t Tug It Too Hard
ELIAS
Goddammit, she’s hot.
In all honesty, I don’t think she even knows how hot she really is, which only makes her even more attractive.
I don’t get it. Even now as I walk across campus toward my apartment, I can’t get her adorable frown out of my head.
And those glasses… I don’t even see the people I’m walking past, because all I want to do is go right back to her dorm and keep arguing with her.
I have issues.
The challenge was simple. Pull your target’s name out of the ball bag our captain Mads passed around, and prank the shit out of them until they cave…
or until you cave, because the girls are more ruthless than they used to be when this dumb tradition started.
When I was a freshman, I remember being so excited to take part in this, but now that I’m a senior I couldn’t care less.
It’s all fun and games, sure, but I’d rather not have my apartment filled with tampons or whatever crazy bullshit the juniors are planning to do back to us.
The challenge was simple, yet it’s never felt more complicated.
I was bluffing when I made it seem like this arrangement benefited Riley more than me. Now I can focus on my last year of college without trying to think of new pranks that out prank the old pranks and — fuck that. If I never hear the word again, it’ll be too soon.
But to opt out of this tradition, I have to convince my team I have a girlfriend.
Couples join in every so often, but for the most part, they’re the only ones who have the option to step aside because no one wants their significant other playing games and flirting with other people. At least all these meatheads can agree on something.
The problem with me getting a girlfriend is that I made a promise to my dad that I wouldn’t — especially during the season.
He started dating my mom when they were in college and knocked her up their sophomore year.
She quit, he continued — even went pro like he always dreamed of — but after becoming a father, he believes he became distracted.
He never made the starting lineup, and by the time I was ten and my sister was eight, mom decided that motherhood wasn’t for her.
She left him with two kids and a dying soccer career, so every single time I talk to him, he reminds me to stay focused.
The thing is… soccer isn’t my passion. I love it, and the game will always be a part of me, but photography is where my heart is. Too bad I don’t know how to tell him. He already shit a brick when he found out that’s what I was majoring in.
Northgate is a beautiful campus with breathtaking mountains in the background, making it an optimal location for gorgeous photos that I’ve already made money off of online.
Usually my camera is my only distraction, but something tells me that’s about to change, because when I arrive at my apartment and step inside, I realize something.
I didn’t look at those mountains once the entire walk home.
I didn’t even notice it started raining on me.
All I see are Riley’s spread legs and that shiny, hairless pussy I only got a flash of. Fuck, I hope that video got a better view. It’s doubtful with how quickly she covered herself up, but a guy can hope.
My best friend/roommate/Vipers starting forward is sprawled out on the chaise part of our gray couch with an ice pack on his shoulder, and I get the feeling his prank didn’t go as well as he thought it would either. The infallible Emory DeVito got an injury, I got a boner. What a pair we make.
Chuckling, I take a seat closer to the door and take in the state of him, noting just how fucked his dark brown, shoulder-length hair is and all the red paint over his clothes. It’s usually in an immaculate man bun, so he’s definitely having a day. “What’s up, Vito? Did your target strike first?”
“You could say that. She saw me coming right at midnight and launched herself at me. The paint bucket spilled and I hit the ground. What happened with yours? I’ve heard Samira is a demon.”
“She wasn’t even there,” I admit, chuckling at the bright red paint on his shoes near the door.
“I just hung out with my girlfriend and we decided to come out with our relationship instead. Looks like you’re on your own with the hazing, bud.
Tell Lucy to stay out of my room, and leave me out of it. ”
Vito eyes me like I’m telling a joke, snorting under his breath. “Girlfriend, huh? And I just won the Nobel Prize for best abs.”
“Not with how much you love carbs,” I tease. “And I’m not joking. I’m serious about this one.”
He eyes me, then sits up straighter as he winces. “Yeah? What’s her name?”
“Riley.” Fuck, what was her last name? Dan — no Dattner? Fuck. I’m going to have to gaslight him. Sorry, Vito. “Why do you look like that? You don’t think I can get a girl to actually stick around?”
“No, because when you get laid, you make sure everyone within a twenty mile radius knows about it,” he quips. “Just suspicious that you didn’t mention this girl once until it was time to chicken out of hazing.”
He’s not wrong, and I’m running out of arguments because my timing is absolutely suspicious as fuck. “I’m not chickening out, I just… well… we haven’t fucked yet.” There. Sprinkles of the truth on my bullshit sandwich. Or in this case, bullshit cupcake. “She’s different.”
Those two words in that order are so cliché I wince and pull out my phone to try and get some more realistic information to use.
Me
Hey, cupcake. It’s your new boyfriend. What’s your major?
“Hm,” he hums, sarcastically. I watch the delivery notification turn to read, but no bubbles pop up. Not even one stupid little bubble. “Where’d you two non-fucking little lovebirds meet? A nunnery?”
What the fuck? I’m never going to convince anyone this shit is real if she ignores me, and it’s hard enough to focus on the shit he’s asking me when I still haven’t had a chance to look at that video.
Me
Am I interrupting something again? Maybe a Panic! At The Disco bean flicking session this time?
Fuck, what did he ask me? “We met on campus, idiot. You know there’s more people there than just soccer players, right?”
“She doesn’t play soccer? What’s she do?”
“She’s into the shit I’m into. Photography and shit.” Or she will be, and it’s her fault for not responding. “Swear she has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Like you won’t even be able to look away, so don’t make eye contact when you meet her.”
Me
RILEY! Respond or that party popper will look like child’s play.
He laughs, tipping his chin up. “Bet I fuck her before you do.”
Cupcake
I agreed to a fake date, I didn’t realize that meant I had to be at your beck and call 24/7. I’m a journalism major.
I have to reread her message three times before what he said clicks, and something about it makes me unreasonably angry. “Fuck you. Stick to your own target or a booboo pack on your shoulder will be the least of your worries. Actual girlfriends are off limits. It’s bro code.”
Me
What can I say, I’m a needy guy. Now pretend you actually like me in our texts because I have a feeling someone will try to read them. They already don’t believe you’re my girlfriend, and if you can’t even pretend like this, we’re in trouble.
So journalism, huh? Any chance you like photography too because I just lied and said you did because you wanted to be hard-headed about texting back.
Vito’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, she’d be off limits if she were real. Relax, dickhead. I’m just fucking with you.”
Cupcake
Pretty pictures are cool, but it’s not a hobby of mine, no. If someone’s going to be reading these texts, won’t it be suspicious that you’re asking me shit you should already know if we’re really together?
Me
I’m going to delete these once we get past the shit I’m supposed to already know. Give me five things I’d know about you if we were actually dating.
I glance back over at Vito and try to remember whatever it was he just said. Oh, he still doesn’t believe she exists. “She’s real. We have a date tomorrow night.”
“Yeah? You bringing her to the bonfire?”
I forgot about the damn bonfire Colin Masters is throwing, and unfortunately for me our striker might have a bigger mouth than Vito. “Yeah, she’ll be there.” She doesn’t have a choice.
“Huh. Well alright then. I’m excited to meet her.”
Cupcake
My brothers’ names are Jacob and Edward, I want to go into investigative journalism when I graduate, I grew up in Rhode Island but my parents moved here when I started school, I’m allergic to strawberries, and I have the gene that makes cilantro taste like soap.
Me
Jacob and Edward? Like that vampire movie where they sparkled? Sunset or whatever it was called.
Cupcake
We were all born before the books came out, it’s just a terrible coincidence.
Me
That’s hilarious. Sucks about the cilantro though, it’s a signature ingredient in the best foods.
Glancing up, I find Vito watching me with a narrowed gaze. “So what are you doing to Lucy next since this was a fail?”
“I’m thinking she’d look good bald,” he mutters. “Crazy b—” he catches himself, huffing — “girl.”
I can’t help but to laugh at his pain and feel thoroughly relieved I don’t have to deal with the same shit. “Alright well, I’m going to go to my room.” And jack off. “You have fun planning pranks, and if you need help, let me know in like… ten minutes.”
“Generous,” he chuckles. “But alright.” Nodding, he waits until I’m almost at my door to clear his throat. “What about this girl makes her so special?”
Damn. This is something I can’t really bullshit about because I don’t know enough about her, but what I can do is sprinkle some more truths in.
“I don’t know. She was actually kind of mean to me, but I also know I deserved it.
I liked her fire and the fact that she didn’t really take my shit without tossing some back, and honestly…
I really want to fuck her. I don’t mind waiting a while to do it. ”
“Oooooh, I get it. You want her cause you can’t have her. Got it. Your secret is safe with me, Reyes. My lips are sealed.”
God, that makes me sound like a dick, but if it’ll keep him from telling the guys our relationship isn’t real, I’ll stick to it. “She’s so fucking innocent looking, Vito. I don’t know if she’s even had her hair pulled.”
His eyebrows raise. “For real? Fuck, there’s something so hot about conning yourself into believing you’re the only guy a chick has ever touched. Let me see a picture of her.”
Yeah, if only she didn’t already tell me about her fuck buddy.
“Hold on.” I take a risk and pull up the video, fast forwarding to when I open her door, and although she does cover up in a flash, I absolutely have a split second I can screenshot of her with that vibrator.
If I do it now I’ll get a boner so I move on and screenshot her once she’s standing up all angry at me and completely covered up.
Even here, she looks beautiful, blurry or not.
“Alright. It’s not a good one since she was yelling at me, but here. ”
I hold my phone with a death grip and point it his way, fully prepared to fight him if he tries to snatch it for a closer look. I might’ve blackmailed her, but I have no plans on showing anyone the video… or deleting it. That’s mine.
His eyes flick up and down the screen as he smirks. “Oh yeah, you’re fucked. She’s gonna ruin your life.”
“See those glasses? I want to cover them in cum.” It takes me looking at him to realize I said that out loud. Oops. “Maybe she is… fuck.”
“I hope it’s worth it, bud. Girls like that want trust funds and proposals, not a manwhore on a power trip. Not saying that’s what you are, but… it’s kinda what we all are.”
I’d argue if I, well, had an argument.
Locking my phone, I back toward my room with a sigh. “We’ll see. Let me know what you think of her after you meet her tomorrow.”
“Will do. Don’t tug it too hard, it’ll fall off.”
Laughing, I disappear into my room and lock it, then set up some music for a little privacy.
I can’t help but roll my eyes when I see my emo playlist, but I pause for a second and laugh a little more before typing in Fall Out Boy and pressing play on From Under The Cork Tree.
It’s definitely not my usual sexy time music, but after what I caught Riley doing, it really isn’t going to take much to get me there.
I’m already hard as I sit down on my bed and pull myself out, but I have to watch the video a few times to find a good place to pause.
When I do, I can’t help but stare at her for a while.
Her mouth is parted, eyes closed as her orgasm crests, and I actually feel bad I ruined this for her.
Not as bad as I should, but bad enough that I wish she took me up on that offer to help even more. I could have made her see stars.
My neglected cock throbs at me before I even wrap my hand around it, and the second I do, I realize Vito was right.
Ten minutes really was generous.
I’m already leaking when I twist around the crown and slide down my shaft.
“Fuck, Riley,” I breathe, imagining my cock sliding inside of her pussy raw because this is my fucking fantasy and condoms don’t exist here.
It’s insane how badly I want to fill her up with cum and record it as it oozes out of her.
I want to finger it back inside and stuff my fingers in her mouth to clean up what she loses.
I want to fuck her all over this campus, mark every inch of her in hickeys, show her the darker side of things and how much fucking better it can be.
I want to ruin her before she ever has the opportunity to ruin me and then fuck her tight throat until I’m coming all over those innocent little glasses — “Fuck!”
I should have followed her lead and taken off my clothes because I come so damn hard my hips buck off of my mattress and cum oozes and shoots all over my jersey and jeans.
It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in a very long time, and cleaning up the mess is going to take longer than the whole session did.
So I don’t.
Not yet, at least.
Instead I text her.