The only thing hurting worse than my head was my neck.

I tried to sit up, but my left arm was numb and wouldn’t move from the bed.

The sun shone brightly through cheap curtains, blinding me and sending pain shooting through my head in the process. I recognized the nasty blue fabric covering the windows. I was in student halls again.

I looked down and saw the reason for my numb left arm and bad neck.

“Hey, sexy,” a petite young blonde said, with the sweet innocence that only eighteen-year-olds could pull off. She was lying on my left arm, although to be fair she didn’t have a lot of choice. Why did universities insist on putting single beds in student dorms? It was rather inconsiderate to those of us who like to screw students and then get a good night’s sleep after.

Despite the headache, her perky tits captured my attention immediately, just as they had done last night in the bar. They weren’t huge, but they were tender and her tiny, pale brown nipples had my mouth watering. She’d had them on display last night; I’d always been a sucker for a pert set of titties.

I winced as I pulled my arm out from under her neck, while trying to remain perched on the edge of the tiny bed. Not an easy feat for a guy of my size, although at least she didn’t need a lot of room.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I replied with a smile. At least we weren’t using names, because I sure as shit didn’t know hers.

Now I just needed to extricate myself from this situation without leaving behind a trail of tears. I never used to care how I left things, but now I had to worry about my reputation.

The news will be out in two weeks. Maybe less. We’re just fact checking now. I hope you’re ready.

That email still haunted me in my sleep. At least the journalist had given me a head’s up. That was decent of her. She didn’t have to do that, but I’d left her with pleasant memories from the night we’d spent together. See, it paid to sleep around; it was my way of developing contacts.

Knowing in advance didn’t help much though. I just had two more weeks of freedom before ‘my life got flipped—turned upside down’ Fresh Prince style.

“What do you study?” she asked. Just those few words helped me pinpoint her as probably being local to Yorkshire. Or perhaps Manchester. Two years of living in York after moving up from Berkshire, and I still couldn’t distinguish northern accents. I could identify people from Liverpool, Hull, and Newcastle, but everything else tended to mesh into one. I was a typical southern fairy in that regard.

“I’m not a student,” I replied.

And thank God for that. Students were fun for fucking, but I couldn’t bear to be around them for more five minutes of conversation. They were either frustratingly full of ambition, or just flat-out pretentious.

Fortunately, the females of the species liked to let their hair down in the evenings. Hair down, and legs open: just how I liked them.

“I need to be in class in an hour,” the blonde said, as her fingers tickled my chest. “That leaves us plenty of time for some more fun.”

Normally I wouldn’t. I’d already fucked this little plaything six ways from Sunday when we’d come home from the club last night. She’d had the best night of her life to date; anything else was just greedy on her part.

But then I remembered. The news will be out in two weeks.

I didn’t have long left to live a normal lifestyle. Might as well make the most of it.

“What’s your name?” I asked. I didn’t want to give commands to “the blonde” all morning.

A glimmer of disappointment flashed across her face as she realized I’d forgotten her name, but she moved past it quick enough.

“Sabrina,” she replied.

“Okay, Sabrina. How about you go introduce yourself to my cock?”

Sabrina smiled as she whipped off the cover and crawled down between my legs. Her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft, before she leant down and licked my tip with her warm tongue.

“You like that, baby?” Sabrina asked sweetly, as she stroked my cock.

“Yeah, real good, darling,” I replied. “Now suck it.” I slipped my fingers into her hair and pushed her down to my member in case she needed any further encouragement.

Sabrina’s mouth opened just in time to receive my cock. Her tongue pressed against my length as she sucked so hard she almost drew the cum out of me immediately. My tip hit the back of her throat, and she barely batted an eyelash.

This girl knew what she was doing. She’d earned the right to take control for a few minutes. I lay back and closed my eyes while Sabrina’s head bobbed up and down on my cock. She moaned and gasped each time she came up for air, but showed no sign of stopping. A trail of saliva hung from her lips and ended at my cock. That was enough for me.

Her wet mouth was just the starter. Now I wanted the main course.

I grabbed her hair again and pulled her off my cock, pushing her to one side so that she fell flat on her back with her legs open ready for me. Sabrina leaned over and grabbed a condom from the bedside table and slipped it from its foil wrapper. Women putting the condom on could be sexy as hell, but more often than not, it wasn’t worth the hassle. I grabbed the condom from her and quickly rolled it down my member before plunging my cock deep into her eager wet slit.

Sabrina groaned eagerly, as her eyes closed and her head snapped back, like I’d sent an electric shock up her spine.

It was nearly impossible to have a headache when a tight, wet pussy was wrapped around your cock. Her breasts heaved with every thrust, and her groans turned to screams as I delved deeper and deeper inside her.

I grabbed hold of her wrists and held them above her head, looking in her eyes as I pounded her with hard, deep thrusts. I brought her to the edge within minutes, and unlike last night, I didn’t have the patience to stretch it out. With my cock nestled inside her sex, I rocked my hips firmly against hers, rubbing her clit as my cock throbbed inside her. Her orgasm came quickly and loudly. She screamed in my ear, threatening to bring back my headache, as she spasmed under my firm grip.

While Sabrina shook on the bed, I lifted up her legs, pressing her knees up by her ears, as I watched my cock sliding in and out of her wet, bare sex. She looked so pure and virginal; I knew better.

I growled deeply as I came, keeping my cock deep inside her tight pussy as jet after jet of my spunk poured forth.

I collapsed down onto Sabrina, before remembering that I had no intention of lingering here any longer than I had to. I pulled out, carefully making sure the condom stayed on, and then went to the bathroom to dispose of it along with all the others. She had quite the collection of used condoms in there now.

They might be valuable in a few weeks, I thought, as I remembered the ticking time bomb that was due to go off soon and change my life forever.

A loud knocking on her door reminded me that I needed to get the hell out of here and quick. “Sabrina, are you ready?”

“Just coming,” she yelled.

“Again?” I asked. “I’m not even touching you this time.”

She threw my pants and trousers at me playfully, and I remembered that I shouldn’t be joking around with women like her.

“Do you live local?” Sabrina asked.

And that’s why.

“Relatively,” I replied, letting it hang in the air.

“Do you go to Tonic often?”

I used to, but I won’t be able to anymore. Not after the news is out in the open.

“Not really.”

I dressed quickly before things got even more awkward. I threw on my jeans and a shirt, not even bothering to stick my boxers on first. They just got shoved in a pocket, along with my socks. My shoes were on and I had my hand on the doorknob when she caught up with me.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow night?” Sabrina asked. “We’re having a party on this floor, so it’s not like we’ll even have to go far if we want to… sneak away.”

“I can’t make tomorrow night.”

I opened the door and started to shuffle out. I really didn’t want her to be too pissed off with me if I could avoid it, but I was a shitty liar as well.

“Am I going to see you again?”

This time her voice was weak with emotion. Some girls got mad, some got upset. This one was a crier.

The news will be out in two weeks. Maybe sooner.

“You are definitely going to see me again,” I said honestly.

“I am?” she asked with a big grin on her face. She looked almost as happy now as she had done when I’d had my dick inside her.

“Yes. And real soon, I promise. You’ll be sick of the sight of me by the end of the month.”

I couldn’t lie, but I could sure as shit bend the truth.

I stormed straight past Sabrina’s friend in the hall—hopefully quickly enough that she wouldn’t recognize me later—and headed down the stairs. I’d been in this building plenty of times before and knew my way out.

More importantly, I knew my way to the café on campus. It would be full of students, but it was also full of coffee and right now my need for caffeine surpassed my desire not to listen to students talk bollocks. Just.

Only two weeks left now.

Two more weeks of freedom, and then my life would change forever.