Bear
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.
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 to just fuck. 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 is not among 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.”
“You do realize 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.
“Humor me. Just ask her.”
Ashlei opens her mouth, likely to shut me down again, but then I spot Erin behind her as she zooms by, clipboard in hand.
“Better yet, I’ll ask. Excuse me.”
I slide past Ashlei before she has the chance to stop me and fall in step with Erin.
“Hey, Dictator Xander.”
Erin’s face screws up in confusion as she whips around to face me. When she realizes who it is, she pauses, but only for a second. If I would have blinked, I’d have missed it.
“I don’t have time to talk, Bear.”
“I see that,” I muse, walking with her as she continues barking orders at every girl we pass. “How was your summer?”
“I just said I don’t have time to talk.”
“Come on, just five minutes.”
She huffs, propping her clipboard on her hip and coming to a halt.
“My summer was fine. Recruitment has been busy, but fantastic. We’re going to have the best pledge class this campus has ever seen.
I’m all signed up for classes, my immune system is being pushed to its limits but I’m overdosing on vitamin C, and yes, I cut my hair.
I think that just about covers it, right? ”
Erin starts walking again and I chuckle, jogging to catch up with her. “My summer was great, too. Thanks for asking.”
“Can we do this another time?” she asks, distracted by the long list on her clipboard. She turns to head for the chapter room but I reach for her, gently catching her elbow.
But gentle or not, the touch triggers Erin in the absolute worst way.
She jerks back, eyes wide and fists clenching together as she drops her board. It clatters to the floor and I hold my hands up, palms open, and take three steps back.
Erin watches me, swallowing hard, and the fear in her eyes is like a nail gun to my chest.
“Sorry,” I say softly, bending to retrieve her clipboard.
She takes it with shaky hands, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine.”
I give her a pointed look. We both know she’s not fine, but she’s clearly not ready to talk about what happened last semester, so I opt for distraction, instead.
“You should come to the O Chi house tonight, let loose a little.”
This time it’s her who deadpans. “It’s the night before Bid Day, Bear. I’m not going to a fucking party.”
“Come on, you know half your sisters are going to sneak out and be there, too. You guys need a break. The hard part is over.”
“I’m not going,” she says, her answer final. “And five minutes is up. I’ll see you around.”
With that, she slips right back into her role as Recruitment Chair, and further from the girl I was afraid she’d never be again.