Trevor

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Her soft body on top of me, in my arms. The warmth of her sex in my hand.

God, she was so fucking beautiful it was unfair.

It was a feeling I really didn't want to have to live without.

More and more, it was becoming about not just getting my rocks off, but her.

There was a happiness, a serenity she brought me. A calm, something peaceful in the chaos that was my life.

Before I met her? It was another party. It was what I was supposed to do. Empty life, proving how manly I was by nailing everything within five miles that had a vagina.

Go out on the field, prove my manhood again.

Around Stephanie, though, I knew she wouldn't care. I could let my guard down. I could allow myself to have feelings. It was a whole bunch of lovey-dovey crap and if Dustin knew I was thinking these things, he would never let me hear the end of it.

Stephanie may have first been drawn in by me being a chest-pounding alpha, but it wasn't about that anymore.

Hey, I'm a softie. I can't help it. She was my girl now, I knew that much.

I didn't care what some archaic rules said. Or modern rules. I had no idea about how the Aaronsville University statute really went, just that it was there. I remember vaguely reading over it when I came in to the school at eighteen, but back then? I looked at all my teachers and none of them were fuckable. The closest was Mrs. Swanson, and that was an edge case, and I was fairly sure she was a happily married lesbian anyway, so she had more than one reason to have no interest in the Train.

Stephanie was fuckable to the extreme. I lay eyes on her for the first time and I'm imagining how her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock.

Incredibly fucking good, I quickly discovered.

Somehow, someway, I had to make sure she would be mine. I had to do it without destroying her career and destroying my prospects. If she told me to claim that I had forced her to get her out of hot water, fuck, I would have. I really would have.

It was completely insane, and it showed me just how head over heels I was for this woman. She wouldn't let me, because she's just the kind of woman I would do it for.

It's confusing, I know. That's what love is sometimes. A tangled bunch of contradictions you're trying to make sense of.

Glancing over to her nightstand, I saw her digital clock, the glowing red numbers reading that it was a little past three o'clock in the morning. Caressing her one last time, I pulled myself away.

I knew that I had to play carefully with all of this. As much as it pained me, I should leave her be for now, and leave before whatever asshole future paparazzo finds out her address and stakes out for his next big break in ruining my fucking life.

God, I was really afraid of what I would do if I came across some idiot outside holding a camera. I would teach him a lesson about respecting privacy, yes, but I may teach him a bit too hard, and end up giving him a new story in the process.

I chuckled at the thought of 'HIT BY THE TRAIN' as a headline article.

With some difficulty, I found my clothes and redressed myself. When you want someone, you don't pay any mind to where you throw your clothes, and sometimes that means you have to dig behind someone's dresser to get your shirt back.

I looked toward Stephanie one last time. Watching her sleep serenely, such a big smile on her face. I made sure she had a pillow and a blanket wrapped around her. With how hard I had fucked her, I knew she would be sleeping pretty deep. She would understand this time, but I didn't like it.

The rules had a reason for existing, I knew. There were far too many pervy old men who would get teaching jobs and use their newfound power over unsuspecting young women. Promise them better grades. Convince them that it's just how it was.

Even if she was eighteen, it didn't make it less skeevy. You don't magically get more mature because your age switches from seventeen plus one.

These rules? They didn't understand Stephanie and me though. That our falling madly in love with one another has nothing to do with her giving me a better grade, or her threatening to fail me if I didn't fuck her. Fuck, it was the furthest thing from the truth, honestly.

It was based in morality too. Somehow, I needed to convince the entire university that our relationship was something truly special. That it was about love.

Everything was together in my head. I left Stephanie's apartment more determined than ever. I had to succeed on this exam. I had to get back on the field.

I had to show the world just how much I truly cared.

That was the only way I was going to have the dream I've been working toward come true. To let Stephanie have her dream as well.

I looked around outside of the apartment, on the lookout for some asshole with a camera.

Unfortunately, there wasn't one.

Revenge was pointless anyway. I didn't exactly need assault charges on my record on top of everything else.