Chapter Four
Harrison
Life was good.
And I was dating the most beautiful girl on campus.
Sadie was perfection. She was tanned and toned with mouth-watering curves.
I was fucking obsessed with her tits, ass, and legs and always had been.
Then there were her cornflower blue eyes, perfect long, blonde hair, and gorgeous, full lips.
Add the fact that she was sweet, smart, and funny to all of that? Well, she was the perfect woman.
And she was mine.
Still, it was kind of fun to flirt with all the pretty girls throwing themselves at me on campus.
I’d never do anything with them, but I sure did love the attention.
I’d started to realize that it kind of bothered Sadie, so I’d toned it down in front of her.
But when she wasn’t around? I let myself have fun.
I was just very sure to never cross any lines or even appear like I was.
Sadie was almost as important to me as football. I never wanted to lose her.
Then there was Aubrey.
She sat beside me every day in class, and over time we’d become friends.
I also wasn’t blind. She was stunning in an entirely different way from Sadie.
Sadie’s beauty was natural, the kind that required very little work for her to showcase it.
Aubrey was the type of girl who probably spent an hour putting on makeup before she came to class.
She also always wore short skirts, tight shirts, and heels—no matter what.
I couldn’t deny she was hot, or that I was attracted to her.
She had a sexiness about her that screamed experience, and it kind of made me nervous.
Sadie had been my only sexual partner, and sometimes I got the sense that Aubrey was making fun of that.
Still, I thought Sadie was ten times as beautiful, even when she’d put on a sweatshirt and throw her hair up in a messy bun.
I walked into our marketing class and thought about moving seats. I didn’t want to hurt Aubrey’s feelings, though. I hesitated a moment too long, and she saw me.
“Hey!” she called and waved at me. “Over here, Harrison.”
I forced a smile and headed towards her. I saw the envious looks I got from all the guys in the classroom. They’d give their left nut to be sitting next to Aubrey. I needed to remember that she was just a friend and not worry about it.
The shirt she was wearing was making that difficult, though.
It was a super tight, low-cut white T-shirt.
She was wearing a red lace push-up bra with it that you could clearly see under the thin shirt.
Her tits were pushed way up, and it was impossible to miss them.
I found myself staring at them. Even though they were small, she knew how to make the best of them.
“What are you looking at?”
I jerked my eyes up to hers and realized she’d seen me checking her out. My face colored, I swallowed hard and looked away. “Nothing.”
She giggled. “Sadie doesn’t dress like this, does she?”
“I would have a fucking heart attack if Sadie wore something like that.” I frowned. When did she start comparing herself to Sadie?
“That’s what I thought,” she said smugly.
It occurred to me that she misunderstood.
I would have a heart attack because I would be horrified if Sadie dressed like Aubrey did.
I would want to throw something over her to keep everyone from staring at her.
I liked the way Sadie dressed. She was classy.
She showed enough to keep things interesting but still managed to look like the girl next door.
I started to correct Aubrey, but the professor started talking.
Aubrey leaned over, her cleavage threatening to pop out of her top.
I couldn’t help looking again, and then immediately felt guilty.
I wouldn’t want Sadie checking some guy out.
I was barely paying attention when Aubrey asked me something.
“Yeah, sure,” I said absently, just trying not to stare at her tits.
It wasn’t until after class that I realized I’d agreed to get lunch with her in the student athlete’s cafeteria. I usually met Sadie for lunch, but she had a test to study for today. She’d texted me that she was going to take her lunch back to her dorm room and eat there.
As I walked across campus with Aubrey, I found myself looking around guiltily. I didn’t want people to see the two of us together and interpret things the wrong way. I could barely listen to the things Aubrey was saying as we walked along.
During lunch, it was the same. I kept imagining that everyone in the cafeteria was looking at me with questioning eyes.
“Are you even listening to me?” Aubrey asked, her voice playful but her eyes serious.
I grimaced. “Sorry. What were you saying?”
“I just wanted to know if you and Sadie are exclusive.”
My eyes shot to hers, startled. “Of course we are.”
She laughed. “Oh God, you’re so na?ve.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, frowning.
“Nothing,” she shrugged, bringing my attention back to her tits. “It’s just… well, don’t you think you deserve to fuck around a little?”
I forced my eyes upward to meet hers. “Deserve it?”
“You’re the starting quarterback at a major university.
You’re getting national attention.” She leaned in.
“I can guarantee you could fuck any girl on this campus if you wanted to. And yet you’re stuck in a relationship.
Don’t you think eighteen or nineteen is a little young to choose who you want to be with for the rest of your life? ”
I just stared at her, trying not to think about what she was saying.
“College is for exploration. It’s to find out what you like, who you like. There’s a whole world of women out there for you to try, and you’re stuck with one?” She shook her head. “It’s a waste.”
“I’m a one-woman man,” I said.
Aubrey made a face as if she didn’t believe me.
What I’d said was true, but I couldn’t lie to myself. Every now and then, when a beautiful girl smiled at me in a certain way, I knew I could fuck her if I put forth any effort. But as soon as I had the thought, I pushed it away. I was with Sadie. I loved Sadie.
“Let’s talk about something else,” I insisted. We’d spent the rest of lunch talking about innocuous things, like our marketing class. Since we were both business majors, it made it easy to bond over shared interests.
Our relationship had started out innocently enough, but it had started to… evolve. And I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
I had no idea that the next semester would be so much worse.