4. Kamryn
My phone vibrates as I’m in the middle of a chapter for history class, with an incoming text. I look down and a soft smile creeps on my face.
Liam: Food?
Me: Yes. I’m starving. Finishing up at the library. Meet you at the cafe?
Classes started this week. I’ve made it my priority to get ahead. Even though they’re all intro classes I know it can change quicker than I can blink.
I’m in the middle of an outline for my history class when my vision goes dark.
“Guess who?” Liam asks.
I choose this moment to mess with him. What harm could it do? “Hey, baby. I thought I told you I was gonna pick up the lube and meet at your room?”
Liam takes a seat next to me with a huff. “Very funny Kam.”
The study room I’m in is in the very back of the library. When I came to the library the first time, the majority of the study rooms were empty as some students don’t feel the need to be an overachiever like I do.
“What are you doing here? I said I’d meet you at the cafe,” I state not breaking my focus from doing my outline.
He texted last week that he’s been busy with fall practice and conditioning, so we’ve only seen each other for a handful of minutes in passing. And I miss him. I shouldn’t admit that out loud or even to myself, but I do. It’s not even the sex I miss. But him in general. Even when we were at home, we always checked in with one another.
I glance at Liam in the corner of my eye as he thumbs through my history textbook before shuddering and putting it back on the table. “I figure we’d go get a pizza and watch a movie.”
“Oh, did you now?” I ask as I swivel in my chair placing my legs between his.
“Mm hmm. And then try those positions you were talking about.”
My heart rate picks up as his hands fall to my legs and massage them in a way that has me wishing for them to do more, to go higher. His hands travel back up my legs, his thumbs rub into the apex of my thighs. Moving in til his thumbs hit the seam on my jeans, and rubs my clit. He moves in to kiss my neck. Gentle nibbles blend with licks. All the while his thumbs continue the maddening pressure on my clit.
My breathing is audible as his thumbs create more friction. “Liam…” I moan out. When I can’t take it anymore, I grab his wrists and push his hands away. “Let’s go grab a pizza and head to my dorm.”
I do my best to get my body back under control from the fast approaching orgasm that was building way faster than it should have been.
“Where’s Sarah?” Liam asks as I put all my books back in my bag.
“She’s with her newest hookup for the night. She won’t be around until her class tomorrow morning.”
When Sarah moved in she claimed that the school was like her buffet. I don’t shame the girl for having a healthy sexual appetite as long as she stays safe. On nights she plans to spend with her hookups, she dutifully texts me and grants me free reign of our dorm.
Once my books and supplies are put away, Liam takes my bag from my hands and slings it over his shoulder. With a hand on my lower back, we walk out of the library and towards the pizza place.
We talk about the random things that have made our friendship the way it is. Laughing at his bought with hormonal acne and me getting my first period at school. Our stroll down memory lane is fun as we relive our embarrassment that it never strays to anything serious. Because at the end of the day Liam and I have a friendship that cannot be broken. We talk about the fictitious future where we’re both sitting on hypothetical millions. Knowing that some dreams have the fortitude to succeed and some dreams fail, make the future we’re both working towards somewhat daunting.
Although I have no clue what I want to do when I get older, Liam knows he wants to play in the Major’s. Something that does terrify me is the after school part. School is where I’m supposed to know what and who I want to be when I graduate. But what happens after those four years when I still have no clue?
“So how has conditioning been? I feel like we’ve barely seen each other these last few days.” I say as we walk towards my dorm room with pizza in hand.
“Did you miss me?” Liam asks cockily.
Nudging him in the ribs with my elbow. “Shut up.”
Throwing an arm over my shoulder and pulling me to him, Liam calms whatever anxiety I had about the reality of me missing him a little too real.
“I missed you too.” He tells me with a kiss on my temple.
I preen as if I have a right to. Him telling me he missed me. It’s silly, really. We’re just friends that have sex.
If I keep repeating the word friend in my head over and over, maybe it’ll stick.
We pass by several co-eds on the sidewalk on the way to my dorm and I don’t miss the appreciative looks Liam gets. Because I truly get how hot my best friend is. Some days I still can’t wrap my head around how good puberty was to him. Tack on his training with baseball and my best friend is hotter than hot.
“I felt like I never worked out a day in my life.” Exhaustion is present in his response to my question.
“Really?” I ask him, surprised.
The hallway in my dorm is relatively quiet. I still haven’t gotten to know a lot of the girls on my floor. It’s not that I’m not a girl’s girl, but it’s just a lot harder for me to make female friendships. Playing sports growing up, there was this competitive streak that was hardwired into me and the girls I played with. It didn’t make for a longstanding friendship when we all left the sport. Apart from Sarah and my best friend Emily from back home, they’re the only two I’ve trusted enough. We make it to my room without too much more gawking that occurs when Liam is here.
Once in my room, Liam places my bag on my desk and moves to grab plastic plates and napkins from the little kitchenette before moving to sit on my bed. “You know those videos my dad would show me? As a preview to how hard collegiate athletes workout.”
I get us both water bottles from the mini fridge and have a mental flashback to watching those and shudder. “Oh yeah. I remember walking in on one of those videos. And I think that’s when I decided I would never become a Division 1 athlete. I don’t think I’d ever heard your dad laugh so loud.”
“We really need to work on your poker face, Kam. But even I’ll admit that those videos looked easy compared to what I endured. I think it was the strength and conditioning coachs way of preparing us for the actual baseball season training.” He explains to me as he divides up two slices on each of our plates.
I pop in a DVD from Netflix before picking up my plate and taking a bite. “No regrets though, right?”
His response is muffled from the food in his mouth. “None. This was always my plan since I started playing baseball.”
The fictitious future comes up again when I ask Liam if he could play for any MLB team, what team would it be for? The look in his eyes as he dreamed of playing for Atlanta, it gives me chills. At eighteen, it’s easy to see how passionate he is about going all the way. At eighteen it’s easy to dream bigger than your talent. He has the drive and the talent to go far. So I know when he makes it, it’ll be the happiest day of his life. And I can’t wait to be there when it happens.
Our conversation comfortably lulls as we finish off the box of pizza. Liam places the empty box on the floor before settling back on my bed and pulling me against his chest. My back to his front. My head resting against his shoulder. Is this position too intimate for our new arrangement? Maybe. But we make do with college twin size beds.
As the movie drones on, Liam’s fingers trail paths up and down my arms. Whether intentional or not his fingers hit the sides of my breasts. I anticipate it happening again, when one hand continues up and wraps around my neck. The other hand trails down my abdomen, landing on the button of my jeans.
My breath stalls and with the flick of his fingers, the button on my jeans pops open followed by the lowering of my zipper. His hand slides down inside my jeans and settles over my underwear.
I haven’t taken a breath in what feels like a minute when Liam says, “Pay attention to the movie Kam.”
“I can’t,” sighing out, my eyes flutter closed at the sensation.
I’m vaguely aware of the high-speed car chase happening on screen when Liam’s finger starts rubbing me from entrance to clit. Gathering moisture and applying just enough pressure that has me pushing into him. The friction of my underwear rubbing my clit is enough to get my heartrate up. My arms have snaked over his thighs and curled under to keep from moving too much.
Liam slips my underwear to the slide before applying dizzying pressure to my clit with his thumb while he plunges two fingers into me.
“Oh god.” I throw my head back and Liam licks a trail up my neck before sucking on my earlobe.
My hips move on their own. Getting myself off with his help. His hand that’s holding my neck tilts my chin up to meet his lips in a sensual kiss. I whimper into his mouth as our tongues meet and duel. Breaking the kiss I sit up and turn to slide his pants down, taking them off and throwing them over my shoulder.
I glance up at Liam before lowering my head to his cock and licking up the pre-cum that’s made its way there. My hair creates a curtain over me as I take Liam all the way to the back of my throat. Gagging lightly before pulling up. I do it again and add my hand to the upward movement. Pumping him in my hand a few times before swallowing him down again. My other hand moves to cup his balls. Massaging and gently pulling them as I continue to lick and swallow him from the tip to the base.
Liam gathers my hair in his hand and I look up to see his eyes are completely glazed over. I spit on his tip and lick it up while keeping eye contact.
“Dirty girl. You have five seconds to stop or I’m gonna come down your throat.” He promises.
I lift my eyebrows at his “threat”. Leaning down I suck and twirl my tongue over the tip as I pump him in my hand. I feel him tense before he lets out a groan and shoots himself down my throat. Not letting any drop go to waste, I swallow and lick him clean. Placing a kiss on his tip, I move off the bed to shimmy my pants down and throw my shirt behind me. Crawling back up the bed I suck him into my mouth again and hear him swear. With an audible pop as he slips from my mouth, I crawl the rest of the way up my bed and settle astride on his lap.
Liam’s hands go to my hips while I run my fingers through his hair. His lips meet mine in a feverish kiss. My hips begin rocking over his still semi-hard erection. But he stops my movements by sliding down the bed and hooking his arms over my legs to keep me from moving.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, confused, nervous, and so horny.
His hands push on my butt cheeks to move me up and stop me when he’s pleased. “Getting comfortable. Now sit.”
My stomach dips. “What? But…you - I, huh?”
“Kamryn, I’ve decided that this is how you’re coming. I’m gonna eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop, only after you make a mess all over my face. And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t feel your legs. Now grab onto the headboard and sit on my face.” His tone holds no room for negotiation.
With my nerves at an all-time high, I grab onto the headboard and sit on his face.
Liam’s tongue plunges into me at first contact and my hips move on their own. He sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers into my pussy. My moan is almost embarrassing as I gingerly continue to rock my hips. Taking my own pleasure from him. His fingers hook into that spot that has me feeling as if I need to pee. And I know he feels me tensing.
I whine at the loss of his mouth and look down into furrowed brows.
“Relax for me Kam.” He says as he holds my eye contact and sucks my clit back into his mouth and continues to curl his fingers in me. My thighs relax and it puts my pussy closer to his face. “That’s it baby.”
Liam’s movements get more determined. I look down and see his eyes on mine. Salaciously kissing my pussy the way he kisses me. Holding my gaze his tongue licks at my clit over and over until he sucks my clit into his mouth, then moves back to kissing my pussy. He wraps his arms around my hips, locking me in place as he devours me.
The contact and the feel of his tongue entering me has my orgasm barreling into me as I ride his face.
“Liam.” I manage to get his name out. “Oh god. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
With a harder suck on my clit, the curling of his fingers to my g spot, and his finger pushing through my hole I shoot off like a rocket.
My release shakes through me at the same time as I hear Liam slurping me up like he’s afraid he’ll never get a taste of me again. He works me through my orgasm and carefully flips our position. Our lips meet and I taste myself on his tongue.
We make out like two love-struck teenagers. Gyrating on each other. Feeling each other up.
I take more control of the kiss and flip our positions again. Our tongues tangle as Liam sits up and his hands move down my body. His hands kneading my ass and moving me up and down his cock.
I fling my hand out to my nightstand and feel around for a condom. Finding it, I break our kiss as Liam leans back on his hands and I roll the condom on.
Sitting up on my knees, I tease my entrance with his cock lubricating him in my arousal.
“Put it in Kam.” Liam says with restraint.
Lining him up at my entrance, I slowly sink down. Giving my body time to adjust before I lift myself higher and then lower down on him.
Liam’s hands go to my hips to steady me and help set a rhythm. Bouncing me on his cock while I have no choice but to hold on for the ride. My hands go to his shoulders for support. I swivel my hips in a way that has him hitting that spot that has my toes curling. I do the movement again. And again until Liam lets go.
Arching my back when the pleasure gets to be too much. A moan slips free as Liam takes a nipple in his mouth and teases the taught bud. “Hold yourself up. Good girl.”
Liam pistons his hips up into me. The new movement has him hitting my g-spot better than before.
“Harder.” I tell him. Needing the release more than ever.
One hand grabs mine and travels down my body to my clit. “Play with yourself.” Liam tells me.
His hips piston in and out but it’s still not enough. I clench my walls and feel my orgasm coming faster.
“Shit Kamryn.” Liam says. His hips stutter while sweat drips down his forehead. “Are you there?”
“Yes. Harder.” I say as my other hand twists and pinches with my nipple.
Sweat is dripping down his forehead. “I can feel your pussy strangling my dick. Let go Kam.”
Liam angles his hips just at the right angle that has my orgasm releasing. I come with a scream that has Liam’s hand covering my mouth.
“We’re not done yet.”
Confusion plagues me as Liam stands up with my legs wrapped around his waist. My back hits the wall and he slips further inside me with the new angle.
“You wanna be fucked against a wall? Take what you want Kam.” Liam grounds out.
I grab on to Liam’s shoulders and tighten my legs around his waist before using him as leverage. The pressure begins building again. Slowly bouncing on Liam’s cock. His gaze where we meet has me tucking my legs up and bouncing harder.
“Fuck!” I moan out.
Liam pushes my hips against the wall and pounds into me. His hips angle at just the right spot to make my legs shake.
“Oh right there.” I manage to pant out.
He sneaks a hand to rub my clit. “Come for me Kamryn. Come all over my cock like the dirty girl you are.”
Liam leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth. Rolling it with his tongue as his finger continues rubbing my clit. With a hard tug on my nipple I come with a silent scream. Liam’s hips become punishing as they work me through another orgasm. He pulls out and tosses the used condom while we stand at the door. My pussy still flutters with the aftereffects.
I feel weightless as Liam walks us back to my bed. Laying us down, he takes my mouth in a lazy kiss. Our tongues tangle and that spark that I thought was little ramps up again.
His semi-hard erection grows with each roll of my hips. Rolling off me he reaches back into my bedside drawer for a new condom. I watch him roll it on and then rove my eyes up to his.
“Turn on your side.” He tells me.
Turning so my back is to his front, his hand reaches for mine. Our hands move down my body to my still soaked entrance. Rubbing my clit with him feels more intimate than it should.
“Keep rubbing your clit.” Liam orders as he lifts my leg over his hip and slides in effortlessly.
His tongue and lips create a trail up to my earlobe. Liam’s lazy thrusts now combined with his fingers rolling and pinching my nipple.
“Are you gonna come for me like this, Kam?” Thrust. “Squeezing every last drop from my cock?” Thrust. “Moaning out my name as you come for the last time.” His thrusts get harder and faster. He moves my hand from where I’m rubbing with my clit. “Let go for me.”
My orgasm doesn’t slam into me. It’s a slow fall over the edge. Starting at my toes all the way to the top of my head. Liam’s name falls from my lips in a breathless scream. His muffled curse as I feel him swell even bigger before his orgasm takes over. Our heartbeats fall in sync while he slowly pumps his hips, bringing us down from the high.
With a kiss to the side of my neck, Liam pulls out and disposes of the condom. He gets a washcloth to clean us up, tosses it, and climbs back in bed with me.
No words are spoken. Just the hum of the air conditioner and the beat of Liam’s heart under my ear.
I wake up in a daze the next morning under the sheets alone and a text from Liam.
Liam: You snore. I had to get to conditioning. Wear dresses for the rest of the week.
What is he up to? I continue to mull over his request as I get ready for class. Picking out a flirty dress and pairing it with some cute sandals, I throw my hair in a messy side braid. Keeping my makeup to just a couple swipes of mascara. This southern humidity is something harsh. So the less is more when it comes to stepping outside is the smartest decision one can make.
Sarah walks in our room as I finish putting my books I’ll need for my classes in my bag.
“Well, well, well. Someone had an eventful night.”
I look over my shoulder at her to see her looking at my bed. The sheets and comforter haphazardly on the bed and floor.
Ripping what’s left of them off my bed, I toss them in the hamper with a mental promise to wash them after my final class. I walk back over to the small vanity and pull out my lip gloss.
“I could say the same about you.” Mascara is caked under her eyes and her shirt is inside out.
She smirks at me before plopping down on her bed. “Let’s just say that walls and desks will never be the same for me.”
My hand holding my lip gloss pauses. “Sarah!”
“Who knew a volleyball player had such upper body strength?” Her maniacal laughter pops free as she gathers her things.
I can’t stop the laugh from escaping me as she walks out of our room to the showers. Her walls and desks comment hit me a little harder than it should have. Remembering where Liam had me last night sends a tingle down my spine.
Checking the time, I book it out of my dorm and to class. My phone buzzes with a text and I smile as I see my sister’s name.
Jax: Hey, sissy.
Me: Hey dork. How’s life? Miss me yet?
Jax: Volleyball is starting so I’ve barely had time to miss you
Me: *eye roll emoji* Whatever
I’ve been here for almost two weeks. To be honest, I haven’t been as homesick as I thought I would be. Sure I miss plopping on the couch with my family and getting sucked into whatever TV show my dad deems his favorite at the moment. But other than that, this newfound “adult” life has worked for me.
The blast of cool air as I open the door to the liberal arts building brings me back to my studious persona. I was a smart kid in high school. Honors and AP classes. But history was my only tough class.
I manage to make it through the rest of the day relatively unscathed. With thoughts of what happened with Liam running through my mind. Did we cross the line? Does he have another hookup? Does he want more than a hookup? God I want more than anything for it to happen again. He scratched an itch I didn’t know I had.
Thinking back to the “revenge” kiss to our agreement, I find nothing amiss. I take a seat at the fountain in the quad and decide to fire off a text to him.
Me: Hey, I hope everything is okay today.
Liam: It is. Meet me in the empty classroom across from the athletic hallway.
My senses heighten. Curiosity wins as I make my way over to the athletics wing. My not being an athlete has kept me from this part of campus. As I walk the building, my senses are on overload. The athletes here are treated like royalty. As they should. The teams bring in thousands, sometimes millions, of dollars from each sport alone. I pass a trophy case of the winnings from the women’s and men’s sports.
Me: What room?
Liam: Do you see my flashlight?
Speed walking towards the dimly lit room with a light moving, I look around to make sure no one sees me. He’s up to something, I just hope it’s what I think it is.
A startled yelp leaves me as a hand grabs me. Liam’s hand covers my mouth and laughter in his eyes.
“You know I don’t do well being scared.” I scold him.
From the time we no longer needed our parents to accompany us for trick-or-treating, Liam and I got in all kinds of mischief on Halloween. But his favorite has always been scaring me. He would even hide in plain sight and he would still manage to get a little scream out of me.
“That’s what makes this so much fun.” Liam responds. “Speaking of fun and scaring, how about we have a little fun ourselves?”
He turns and closes the door with a quiet snick, then turns around to face me.
My cheeks burn. With either desire or shock. I truly can’t decide. “Are you talking about sex in a classroom?” My voice comes out in a panicked whisper. The terrifying notion that we could be caught isn’t lost on me.
“Why not? No one is in here but us. And I’ve missed your pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.” He says it so nonchalantly like he’s talking about the weather and not sex.
With a flutter of my eyelashes, “Well, when you put it so sweetly.”
Liam crowds my space causing me to back up and rest on a desk. His arms cage my hips. His lips trail a path over my exposed collarbones. Tongue peeking out and fluttering up and towards my pulse point. My breathing stutters and my head falls back, exposing my neck to him.
“I can be sweet.” Liam starts by kissing up my neck and to my jaw. “But we both know you love the dirty talk.”
I feel my nipples harden. “Are you gonna be all talk? Or are you gonna make me come?”
My hands go for the waistband of his shorts, the mesh doing nothing to conceal his growing erection. My hands push his shorts down just enough to free his cock.
Flipping our positions. I wait for him to sit on the desk. Running my hands up and down his thighs.
“See, while you’re a talker, I’m a do-er.”
Taking his mouth in a bruising kiss that leaves him speechless, I trail down his body. I pump him a few times and swirl my thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum. Bending down, I kiss his tip before sucking him into my mouth.
“Jesus, Kam.” Liam exclaims. He grabs my hair into one fist and I look up to see his gaze half-mast with his lip between his teeth.
I take him to the back of my throat and contract my throat around his cock. Liam’s muffled curse spurs me on. I pull up to where his mushroom tip is all that’s in my mouth. One thing I’ve quickly learned about Liam is that he loves suction on the tip of his cock.
I continue to lick and pump his cock in my fist. Watching as a bead of cum falls from the tip. I continue to pump his cock as I lean forward again and take him in my mouth. I pump him faster as I suck him harder. He tenses for a second before he spills down my throat with a groan.
I work with him through his release. Not letting a drop spill from my lips. Releasing him with a pop, I stand up and slip my underwear off under my dress.
“Condom. Backpack. Wallet.” Liam says.
I arch an eyebrow at his lack of a complete sentence. Kneeling, I pick up his backpack and pull a condom from his wallet, slide it on and straddle him on the desk. Liam’s hand goes to the nap of my neck and pulls me in for a bruising kiss. Our tongues dance together as I roll my hips over his erection.
Liam breaks the kiss and I see him holding onto his last shred of control. Sitting up, I tease his semi-hard cock through my pussy. Teasing my clit that has my breath stuttering.
Lining him up at my entrance, I slowly sink down. Letting his cock fill me to the brim.
“Your cock feels incredible.” My hands go to his chest as I use him to bounce up and down on his cock, setting a rhythm that has my toes curling.
“Fuck.” Liam says. And then he grabs my hips and takes over. Bouncing me on his dick with more force. His hips lifting off the desk and hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoes off the blank walls. “Reach down and touch your clit for me baby. I need you to come.”
I reach down between us. Rubbing my clit with my two middle fingers. Before I know it everything tightens and I moan Liam’s name. He moves his lips to mine and groans out as I feel him come.
My hips slow down their movement. But our lips don’t stop. I like kissing Liam a lot.
Eventually he breaks the kiss and pushes a loose piece of hair that fell from my bun behind my ear. “This was a nice break. Wasn’t it?”
“I will never complain about an afternoon delight again.”
That gets a chuckle out of him. He moves to sit up, letting his cock slip free. I’m not sure why this weirdness around Liam sprung. Is it because we had sex in a classroom where anyone, including his teammates, could have caught us? Or is it that the physical connection is blurring with my emotional feelings for Liam.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eyes. He’s picked his shirt up off the floor and flips it right-side-out.
He looks unaffected. Like this is just sex to him.
Do I keep this arrangement going? Or do I stop this for fear of becoming more attached than I should?
Liam’s hand covers my mouth as he pounds into me from behind. He surprised me in the library again and said it was always a fantasy of his to have sex there. Who am I to say no? It’s been a dream of mine too.
We’re hidden in the science fiction section in the dark part of the library. For the time I’ve been coming here to study, this space has been unoccupied. We’re just hidden away, but not too hidden that anyone that happens to come back here will know what we’re doing.
His hand sneaks to the front of my body. I think he’s about to play with my nipples but he veers south and plays with my clit. My head falls back on his shoulder as my knees buckle.
“That’s it Kam. Milk my cock.”
His dirty talking does the trick. My body tightens before it lets go. My moans turn breathier as my orgasm slams into me. Liam’s thrusts get sloppier as he chases his own release. His mouth latches onto my neck and with a groan he lets go.
We stand there with our hearts trying to slow down. My head resting against his shoulder. His forehead on the top of my head. A sound jolts us out of our post-coital bliss. We separate and make our way back to the study room we were in before Liam dragged me out.
It takes herculean effort to focus back on my previous task at hand. But I manage to get in an hour’s worth of studying before we’re packing up for the night.
I’d like to say that as the days went on Liam and I fell into a routine. That’s my wishful thinking that this could morph into something more. But he became distant. He would read my texts and then not respond. I know this because he was always on his phone. He would see me around campus and then sneak off to the athletic department, knowing I couldn’t get inside without him.
Did something happen that I was unaware of? Did he meet someone? Did I do something wrong?
Usually when something goes wrong, it happens to me in massive waves. But is Liam blowing me off a blessing or a curse?