“Yo, Dahl. What’s on tap for tonight? We going out to drink and get some tail?”
I slam my locker shut and turn to see Roman, already dressed and wearing his ORU Bears letterman jacket and carrying a backpack over his shoulder, presumably filled with his dirty laundry.
Picking up my duffle bag and swing it over my back, I answer, “Nah, dude. I got a thing with my girl.”
Roman’s eyebrows shoot up. “You got a girl? Since when?”
He thumps me on the back with a huge palm and chuckles as we walk out together down the hallway.
“She hot?”
I shoot him a nasty look and he laughs harder and shrugs his shoulders. “What man? Just asking. So, tell me about her.”
I’m not even sure where to begin how to explain how I feel about this girl. She’s not only the most gorgeous woman I’ve been with, but she’s smart and funny, and seriously too good for me. She’s like her name suggests. A virtuous and pure princess and I’m just a pauper.
I give him a conceding look. “Her name is Brinly Davis. She’s a junior and in Mi Alpha Alpha. That’s where I’m going tonight. They’re hosting that charity haunted mansion.”
Roman nods in understanding. “Right, right. I heard about that. In fact, I have a chick in my Anthropology class named Lola that I really want to get with. I think she’s in that house. Maybe I should go with you tonight.”
“Yeah, whatever man. You’re welcome to come if you want. I’m sure they won’t mind having a single hockey player on the premises. And Lola. I know her. She’s actually friends with Brin.”
“Nice. Then do me a solid and introduce me to her. She keeps ignoring me every time I try to say hello.”
We chat for a bit and I give him the location specifics and head off toward my car. I check my phone and see a text from Brin.
Brin: I’m at the mansion. What time do you think you’ll be here? Your Princess is patiently waiting.
I smile thinking of the arrangements we’d already made earlier this week. After our first time together, we’d spent as much time with each other over the last week as we could. It’s tricky with us both being so busy and her studying and helping out with the haunted house, as well as her tutoring.
But being with her was my every waking thought. Not hockey. Not school. Not future career choices. Just Brin.
She had me tied up in knots with a raging hard on reminder of the three times we’d fucked in my room. Once I got a taste of her, I couldn’t stop. I needed her every minute of the day.
I type out my message response back to her, uncertain whether she’ll have her phone with her.
Me: Just showered and heading back home to change into my costume. Your Prince will be there shortly.
I’m excited to see her in her costume. She’d told me she was dressing up as some princess or white-Queen from theAlice inWonderlandbooks, which had my mind going to all sorts of places it should never really go. And they were certainly anything but PG or made for fairytale stories. All I can imagine is ripping off the bodice of the princess dress and sucking on her tits while she fondles me over the britches of my costume.
Arriving at my apartment and dressing as quickly as I can, I pack up the things I bought to bring as a surprise and head back out the house. My body is still screaming at me from the beating I took on the ice today, but once I’m in the arms of Brin, none of that will matter.
The mansion is a ten-minute drive away from the campus, and as I leave the lights of Oak Ridge University in my rearview, the excitement over being with Brin tonight bubbles over. I’ve never been this excited to be with a girl before. And then it hits me.
I think she’s the one.
The realization strikes out of nowhere. The idea that I’ve finally found the girl for me. The perfect fit. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Sure, I’m fast-forwarding a bit, considering I haven’t graduated yet and she’s a year behind me. But none of that matters and suddenly I can’t wait to tell her how I feel about her.
Pulling into the gates of the mansion, I drive up and find a parking spot. At least fifty cars are parked around the property. The minute I get out and head up the stairs, I hear laughter, music and the undeniable sounds of sinister Halloween antics.
Since I’d already been to the house and know which room Brin decorated and is hosting, I take the stairs two at a time, passing by other party-goers all dressed in costumes. There’s Halloween music playing and orange and black lights flickering on and off in strobe-light effects.
I hear laughter coming from Brin’s room and as I walk through the doorway and someone jumps out and shrieks a high-pitched sound. It’s Lola dressed asAlice in Wonderland, but she has fake blood all over her, and she cackles and runs around like a crazy woman as I shake my head.
“If you’re trying to be scary, you didn’t succeed.” She pouts at my comment and tips her hat at me.
“Well, that’s my queue. I’m going downstairs to scare up something to drink. The room is yours.”
