Chapter Three
Sadie
The thrill of being at Carruthers with all our friends lasted for the first month or so.
We hung out together, ate together, went to parties together, and so on.
We all spent a lot of time adjusting to Greek life and attending different mixer-style parties on the weekends.
Of course, whenever there was a game, Carrie and I got to any party late since we had to shower and get cleaned up after cheering.
Harrison didn’t really have to get cleaned up since he rode the bench, but he did often have to stay after the game for the coach’s post-game speech.
Then we’d be ready to party. We all had a blast together, and half the time I ended up spending the night at the frat house in Harrison’s room.
We were young, in love, and finally free to be together all the time.
It was wonderful. We’d never had such freedom in our lives, and we relished it.
Harrison and I were together all the time except for during cheer or football practice and classes.
We’d been able to get some classes together, but not all of them.
I was an education major, and he was a business major.
There weren’t a whole lot of similarities between the two, even in the core curriculum.
Still, life was good.
“You look so fucking hot tonight, baby,” Harrison whispered in my ear.
We were in the basement of his fraternity house and dancing so close I might as well have just climbed him.
We’d both been drinking, and I could tell he was ready to push me against a wall and have his way with me.
Not wanting to become any more of a spectacle than we already were, I giggled, grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the stairs.
“Let’s go to your room.”
He gave me a slow, sexy smile and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to yelp and laugh harder.
When we got to his room, he tossed me on the bed. “Take off your clothes, Sadie. I want to watch.”
I did as he asked, making sure to put on a show. I knew he loved my breasts, so I arched my back as I took off my bra. The sound of his groan made me smile. I stared as he pulled his cock out and started stroking himself while he watched me get ready for him.
Sex had become so much more adventurous with him since we’d started college.
We didn’t have to sneak around anymore. There were no more hurried groping sessions in his car, or quick, fumbled couplings in my bed while my parents thought we were studying.
Instead, we were able to learn on each other.
We were able to really figure out what we liked.
I knew he liked to be in charge and often liked things rough and hard.
It excited me and made me so wet I would be almost embarrassed at how much I dripped for him.
He loved it, though. And I was glad I had the lubrication since his cock was thick, long, and hard as steel.
I was pretty small, so it often took time for me to adjust to his size.
But my God, it was worth it. He made me come hard and often, and I did the same for him.
We learned how to go down on each other, what positions were our favorites, and the kinds of things that drove us crazy.
He pushed me back, settled between my thighs, and went to town on my pussy. He ate me with a single-minded focus that drove me wild. Soon, I was screaming as he suckled my clit, his fingers roughly fucking me as my hips bucked to meet him.
“That’s right,” he said, his voice gravelly, as he moved up my body. “I love it when you come on my tongue, baby.” He stopped at my breasts, pushing them together and spending time on each nipple before kissing me. His kisses grew rougher, harder as he entered me.
The air went out of my lungs as he thrust inside me and moaned as he threw his head back. “Fuuuck.” He pumped into me several times before gasping out, “You feel so fucking good, Sunshine. You have no idea.”
He positioned himself over me and got down to business, picking up his pace and intensity. He locked eyes with me and as he came, he cried out, “I love you so fucking much!” Then he collapsed beside me.
Afterwards, I laid with my head on his chest. One of his strong, muscular arms wrapped around my waist and held me tight as if he was scared I might try to leave in the night. I ran one of my hands through his thick hair, massaging his scalp as we basked in the afterglow of sex.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“My God. I’ll never get enough of you. I hope you know you’re mine forever.”
I fell asleep, secure in the knowledge that our love was meant to last.
***
Then there were… some changes.
Harrison had been one of the backup quarterbacks.
He hadn’t received any playing time, which wasn’t a surprise to any of us since he was a freshman and it was early in the season.
But then the first-string quarterback, a senior, got hurt at the start of the third game.
And Coach had put Harrison in instead of the junior backup.
And when he started playing? He could do no wrong. It was like he was kissed by the heavens. Almost every pass was a completion. If no one was open, he ran the ball and managed to find a hole in the defensive line every time. We won the game, and everyone credited the win to Harrison
After that, Harrison remained the starting quarterback, or QB1, and he was having his best season yet.
Suddenly, Carruthers went from a good team to a great team, and Harrison was touted as the reason. After a few games, he was even featured in an interview on College Gameday.
At first, we were all so excited for him.
It had been his dream to play pro football as long as I’d known him.
It looked like if he continued on the path he was on, it was actually possible that would happen for him.
We went from being able to walk across campus with no one really noticing us, to being mobbed by people wanting his autograph every time we stepped out of his fraternity house.
“God, this is crazy,” Melinda said to me one day when we were all following along behind Harrison like little ducks following their mama.
“You and Carrie used to be recognized more than Harrison was.” She was right.
Since Carrie and I were on the sidelines cheering for every game, sometimes people—guys, really—recognized us. It used to piss Harrison off.
But that was nothing like this. This was… life changing.
“Introduce me to your boyfriend now that he’s the starting quarterback,” Aubrey Seeks said one Saturday.
She was the brunette bombshell who’d shown interest in Harrison at the start of the school year.
She came over to talk to me while we were on a short break from cheering due to a TV time out.
“He’s hot.” The way she stared at him left no doubt in my mind as to why she wanted to meet him.
“Maybe some time,” I said vaguely. I wasn’t about to introduce him to even more hot girls. He’d only been QB1 for a month, and the amount of attention he got from beautiful girls was difficult for me to come to terms with.
“Hmm,” she said, a mean look on her face. “I’ll just have to introduce myself then. You know we have a class together, right?”
No. I didn’t know that. Harrison hadn’t mentioned it, but then I bet he didn’t even know who Aubrey was. Or at least I hoped he didn’t.
Carrie linked arms with me. “I hope it’s not because you’re interested in Harrison,” she said to Aubrey.
“Why?” Aubrey smirked.
Carrie gave me a quick grin. “I’ve never seen a couple more devoted to each other than Sadie and Harrison. They’ve been together forever, and he doesn’t even look at other girls.”
Aubrey laughed, and there was something about it that made my skin prickle. The look on her face was almost like she was more interested in meeting Harrison after what Carrie said.
I frowned and turned away.
“Hey,” another girl we cheered with pulled us aside. “Be careful with Aubrey.”
“Why?” Carrie asked.
“She enjoys breaking people up. Telling her that you’ve been together forever and are super tight? That’s like waving red in front of a bull. She’ll be all about trying to break you up now—if that’s what she wants to do.”
“Thanks,” I said softly as the girl walked back to her place to resume cheering.
“Come on,” Carrie said once we were alone. “You’re not really going to be worried about Aubrey, right?”
I looked at her. “She’s beautiful.”
“But we’re talking about Harrison. He’s gone over you. You and Harrison are solid, Sadie. You don’t need to worry.”
I hoped she was right. I glanced back at Aubrey as we got back to cheering, and I didn’t like the calculating look I saw in her pretty, dark eyes.
I’d heard things that backed up what the other girl had told us.
Aubrey was known all over campus for being a relationship killer.
She enjoyed breaking people up, just so she could say she’d done it.
She was gorgeous. She also looked like my exact opposite.
I was short with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an hourglass shape.
She had black hair, brown eyes, and was tall and lean with very few curves.
She was older than me, more experienced than me, and had a bad girl vibe.
My nickname was literally ‘Sunshine.’ You couldn’t get much further from ‘bad girl’ than that.
If there was an anti-Sadie on campus, she was it. We were opposites in almost every way.
At least I happened to know that Harrison was really into my curves. He always had been. Still, even with my D cup boobs and full ass, I found myself wondering if he’d prefer a shape like hers.
And I hated that I was comparing myself to her so much. I just didn’t like her, and I didn’t want her to come after my relationship with Harrison. I took a deep breath and turned away from her, focusing on cheering. If she did try to break us up, I’d just have to trust Harrison.
Carrie was right; our relationship could withstand someone like Aubrey Seeks.