Trevor

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It'd been such a damned hard few days. Most people apparently thought the wind-down to the Christmas break after they cleared their finals was party time, especially if they weren't going to go home for the holidays.

You'd think a vast majority of people would head home for Christmas, but nope, there were just enough to bug the shit out of me and make it harder for me to focus and study.

Dustin? Dustin was one of these people who didn't head home for the holidays. He took full advantage of the frat house being emptier than usual and was rounding up a whole lot of girls who also weren't heading home.

The day before I had to head in and take the final, I was trying to get some last minute cramming in.

It was vaguely difficult with all the moans coming from the room right next to mine.

Dustin was having one hell of a time.

He barged into my room not long after. "Dude, fucking hell, this is a trip around the world in pussy."

Putting my book down, I grunted his way. "What the hell are you talking about now?"

"You know who doesn't go home for the holidays?"

"You?"

"Besides me."

"Me if I don't finish this goddamn exam bullshit?" As much as it pained me, I didn't like that I was spending even more time away from home with my Mom. Back to being a Mama's boy, I know, but hey, it was Christmas. If I couldn't spend it with Stephanie, I should at least spend it with my family.

Or better yet, both. Fuck, Stephanie was the kind of girl I wanted to bring home to Mom. I mean, she was already stupidly fucking hot to me and everything else, but she just got even better the more I thought about it. Mom would approve the fuck out of Stephanie and me.

"Dude, international students. All these foreign hotties, no reason to go home, can't afford it, whatever, they want someone to spend the holiday with. Who's hanging around here and unattached?" He pointed at himself with both thumbs. "This guy."

"I'm sure you're learning a lot about geography, Dust."

"You need to come in here with me. I can't handle an entire world of pussy alone, man."

I hadn't really opened up to Dustin too much about Stephanie, beyond the offhanded mention here and there. I wasn't going to talk about it, especially knowing it was so taboo around campus. It wasn't that I thought Dustin would go narc on me or anything like that, just that he wasn't the sort of person who would keep his mouth shut. I imagined him never shutting up about how I was hot for teacher, or the private lessons I was getting. He wouldn't be running off to the dean to report me, but someone who randomly overheard him? They might.

"Dude, I really need to study," I began. "Partying too long and too hard is the whole reason I'm swamped with all of this nonsense in the first place. If I don't deal with this nonsense, I don't play in the New Year's game, and don't catch all the eyes, and I don't become a nationally renowned football star. So this is much more important than some mindless sex with a bunch of women with funny accents."

My tone? It had shifted to stern and accusatory. Like, I was coming off as angry.

"Okay, okay, man. I get it, you found out you're gay."

"Yes, Dustin, I'm gay now. I'll join you if you let me fuck your ass. Fuck it good. Without lube."

He blinked at me. "Dude, I haven't seen it, but from what I've heard, that would really, really hurt."

"It's a joke, man. Seriously, how are you this dense?" I had no desire for Dustin's ass.

I wonder if Stephanie would be into trying that sort of thing? I mean, with lube. Lots of lube. Sexy kinky thing like her would probably end up liking it. It's something I'm definitely going to run by her at some point.

That was my problem. It was so damn easy for my mind to go off and think about Stephanie. The littlest thing reminded me of her. A random scent, a random glimpse, she was infesting my brain and the only cure for my addiction was more Stephanie.

"I get it, dude. Yeah, I'll let ya be," Dustin finally relented in dragging me into his orgy.

The opportunity to study in relative silence was there now, and I would take it. I only heard the slightest random moan here and there. I didn't need the world. I didn't want the world. I just wanted Stephanie.

My head was hurting. Throbbing, even. It was like I had the world's worst hangover and I hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol. I didn't have too much to drink, rather, I had way too much to think.

By God, though, I was done. I had finished all of these exams. The make-up exam. The final exam. All of it. Fuck, and I had a relatively good feeling about my performance there too.

I emerged from the study hall, my headache slowly yet surely fading. I wondered if I should have gotten aspirin or just get some food to try to dull the pain.

The halls of the campus were mostly quiet. Most had gone home for break already. Really, it almost felt eerie, but I could cope. I was now free to go home. Like, all the way home. I lived in a suburb outside of Aaronsville, so it was just a longish drive to go visit Mom.

I would have headed straight for my car, but there was a so-called mysterious figure hanging around outside the study hall.

This figure, in its attempts to be gender-less and indistinguishable, was wearing a trench coat entirely too long for them. Underneath were a pair of jeans, and a really baggy plain heather sweatshirt. Finally, there was a gigantic pair of sunglasses, like they wanted to fully obscure themselves.

I approached the person, ready to expose their suspicious nature. They hadn't yet figured out I was there yet, their face, despite looking so suspicious, being buried in their phone.

"Hi there, Stephanie."

She dropped the phone, and stumbled back in shock.

"That's no way to treat your phone." Being the chivalrous gentlemen I was, I picked it up for her, and handed it back.

"How – how did you know it was me?"

"How could I not? I mean, I see those shapely legs, all those curves. God, and that ass, even your coat can't hide it."

I could only see her cheeks and mouth on her face, but they had turned beet red and a sly little grin.

"What are you doing here? Haven't they barred you from campus?"

"Well, yeah, that's why I have this whole getup. Hopefully they're not as good as identifying me by my ass."

"You have to know someone's ass pretty well to do that. I think I'm in an elite class."

"That you are." She shiftily looked around, deathly afraid of someone catching on to our conversation. "How – how'd your exams go?"

"Even after all this you're still concerned about my educational performance?"

"Well, yeah. It's mostly because it's you, and only slightly, minorly, because I'm your teacher."

"Aw, how sweet." I shook my head goofily. "I got a good feeling about it. That feeling when you aced the fuck out of all of it, but didn't set any records or anything. Like, a solid B-plus or A-minus. You know, good, but not overconfident."

"That's a good thing to aim for."

I looked around the hallway. Looking for any hint whatsoever that someone could be watching from afar. Did aspiring paparazzi go home for Christmas break?

I wasn't going to allow the luxury of giving them another scoop, but she was there. Right there. Arm’s reach.

Confident as I could be in our isolation, I pulled her close, tight. God, I missed her in my arms so fucking much. Feeling her warmth against me, the softness. Having her ass so firmly in my hands.

I was fighting myself not to strip off her ridiculous outfit. Take her right here in the middle of the hallway. While I knew we were alone at that moment, there was faculty in the room I just left, and knowing how fucking loud Stephanie was, we wouldn't be alone for long with it.

Compromises had to be made.

So I kissed her. Those luscious lips of hers against my own. Fuck, I could feel my cock straining against my pants all too suddenly.

Our tongues intertwining. My hands going down her back, wishing I could feel the bare thing instead of this stupid coat. Her arms wrapped around me, those soft beauties on her chest pressed against my own.

Fuck, I picked her up. I pushed her against the wall. The kissing became more and more rampant. My hand was going down to her pants, finding that button.

Her lips broke away from mine to speak to me, even if only for a moment. "Trevor, no, we can't. Not now."

Somehow, though, someway, due to some legendary amount of restraint, I stopped. I knew she was right. My baser instincts were a hell of a thing to control, though.

Instead of sweeping her up and fucking her right there, all I had were my words. "Babe, I'm going to make this all right. I'm going to get back on that field, I'm going to make you mine. I'm going to have you again, and again, and no one is going to say we can't. You're fucking mine, Stephanie. Nothing, not a damn fucking thing, is going to change that."

Nothing was going to stop me. She deserved the best, and she was going to get it.