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CHAPTER FOUR
Sitting on the couch with a beer in hand, my eyes bounce around the room. The party is in full swing, and the house is crammed full of people. A DJ is set up in the corner, pumping out some dance music. The techno beat isn’t really my thing, but whatever. Everyone wanted to get one last party in before classes started.
Despite the frigid temperatures outside, girls walk in wearing skimpy skirts and even skimpier tops. Watching several of them gyrate and grind against each other is not doing anything for me. Usually, this would have my dick standing at attention. Tonight, however, my thoughts are focused on a petite redhead with jewel-tone green eyes. At first, the green reminded me of the grass on a baseball field. The longer I stared into them, though, that description didn’t quite fit.
She—Kassidy—doesn’t care who I am or what sport I play. When asked if she would do my assignments for me, she didn’t hesitate to call me out on it either. Her petite frame stirred something in me, a protectiveness that caught me off guard.
A weight in my lap brings my attention back to the room around me. The nauseating perfume cloud surrounds the girl who has made herself at home on my leg.
“Hi, Brock,” she purrs in a tone that is anything but sexy.
“Danica, can you please get off of me?” I ask, trying to be polite.
She wiggles around a little bit until her hand wraps around my cock through my pants, as she uses her body to block the action from the view of the room. My back stiffens. The motion causes Danica to misunderstand my intent. Standing, she bends down, gripping my hand in hers, using it to try and tug me to my feet.
Refusing to budge, Danica just tugs harder, almost dislocating my shoulder in the process. Lucky for her, she isn’t pulling on my pitching arm. As soon as she realizes her current tactic isn’t working, she tries to do something else.
Running her finger down my chest, she leans forward to whisper in my ear.
“Let’s go to your room,” she purrs.
Weighing my options, I hesitate. Knowing her reputation, there is only one thing she is looking for, and I am not sure that I am ready to give that up. My father’s words over the years float through my head. Despite my better judgment, I acquiesce.
Gradually rising to my feet, Danica starts toward the stairs leading up to our rooms, towing me behind her. Somehow, she knows exactly which room is mine, walking us to it.
Brazenly, Danica twists the knob on the door. As the door starts to open and she prepares to step into my room, my hand flies out, halting her movement.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I say warily.
Opening my mouth to explain why, Danica catches me off guard. Moving faster than I thought possible, she smashes her lips against mine, taking advantage of my open mouth by shoving her tongue down my throat.
In my dazed state, she spins our bodies, pinning me between her body and the wall. Danica’s hands moving to open the button on my jeans startles me back to reality.
Gripping her shoulders firmly, I am able to push Danica away from me, separating our bodies. I am not sure when this girl turned into an octopus; her hands seem to be everywhere as I continue to fight off her advances.
A throat clearing from somewhere behind us has Danica jumping away from me as if she was just burned.
Zanko’s timing is perfect, as usual, stepping toward us. His eyes bounce between our faces. Without missing a beat, he turns to face Danica fully.
“Is it my turn?”
Danica lets out a shrill scream, fisting her hands at her sides just before she stomps out of sight. Our laughter follows her out.
Zanko Thomas is my roommate, best friend, and catcher on the baseball team. When the team travels, we also room together. It’s nice because both of us are neat freaks, unlike some of the slobs we live and play ball with. Zanko steps into our room with me hot on his heels, closing and locking the door behind us. Stripping down to my boxers, I decide it’s time for bed. Zanko looks at me, not saying a word before he also strips down, climbing into bed.
“How was your tutor session today?” he asks in the darkness, ignoring the scene he walked up on.
“A waste of my time,” I state flatly.
“What do you mean? She isn’t going to be able to help you?” he asks again.
“We didn’t get that far,” guilt laces my words. Turning onto my side in bed, my voice is soft in the quiet room. “I was almost an hour late, my workout ran long. She was leaving when I got there.”
Zanko says nothing, which says more than his words possibly could.
“I only made it worse when I offered to pay her to just do the assignments for me.”
“You what?” he shouts in outrage. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? What did she say? Please tell me she didn’t just agree to do this for you.”
