Author's note: Well, it's the third part! Finally! Sorry again for taking my own sweet time on this one. Hope it's worth the wait though. The story picks right after where part 2 ends, but new readers can dig into the action straight away as well. The story can serve as a standalone with good amount of drama as well as action. Is this the finale? Is there a part 4? Scroll below to find out. ;) Read on!
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Ch. 1 - An Unfulfilled Existence
Hannah was 5'6", fair, had curly blonde hair of medium length and a decent figure. In fact, everything about her screamed 'average', according to her. She wasn't great at academics but passed comfortably. She wasn't the hottest girl in her class but she didn't think even for a moment that she was the worst either. She had assumed that by the time college got over, she would be dating at least one guy who liked her for who she is. The odds of one ordinary relationship or even fling over the complete course of a girl's college life were good according to her. It wasn't meant to be though.
She was great at the supporting act even if she didn't always get what she wanted. She wasn't sporty but could pass off as a fairly average supporting doubles partner or teammate for a more talented player. She preferred to be in the shadows while others got the limelight. Hannah knew this about herself. That was how she was as a person and seeing someone happy because of her effort satisfied her. She tended to have more gifted and accomplished friends throughout her life. So, it didn't come as a surprise to her, when she and Sophia had become almost inseparable within a few months of the start of college. Sophia was one of the prettiest girls in college, a great tennis player and a very good student. Hannah was always there to help Sophia out with her assignments and attend every match of hers to cheer. Sophia's victories made her proud.
Other than Sophia, there was another boy whom she was got along well with. He was popular and sporty too and relied on Hannah for much of his academic work. They would often meet after college and chat for hours. Hannah sensed her time in the sun had come. She liked him a lot and thought about him often. Many of her nights were spent fantasizing about them together. She required a lot of courage to muster the strength to tell him how she felt. She kept postponing it for many days and blamed her lack of nerve on her inexperience with boys. When the day finally approached, she messaged him and proceeded to the spot where he said he would be after college.
"I'll be behind the parking lot. I've got something exciting to tell you too!" read his message.
Hannah felt butterflies in her stomach. Was he going to tell her the same thing that she wanted to tell him? Had her years of patiently waiting for the right guy paid off? Maybe this was the universe's way of rewarding her for her many sacrifices!
As she reached the designated spot, the scene before her eyes made her fall to her knees. It was Sophia in the arms of the one she was supposed to meet. They were sharing an intimate kiss in front of Hannah's wide tear-filled eyes. Her two best friends were well and truly together, much to her shock. Sophia and Brian.
Hannah skipped classes the next day and allowed herself to wallow in her sorrow at home. She hated both of them at first, but later realized that she should have seen it coming. Many of her conversations with Brian were about Sophia. He was clearly using Hannah to get to Sophia. The two of them were the best looking people in the college. It made complete sense. Hannah had once again become the pawn in someone else's grand plot. She realized that she should just revel in her own role of bringing them together and support her best friend, Sophia. There was no battle to be won here. It was meaningless to think negatively.
"I saw you and Brian at the parking lot yesterday, Soph!" chirped Hannah as she wrapped her arm around Sophia's.
"Oh! Hannah...I didn't know... Errm...Sorry we never told you...I was going to-" Sophia stuttered before Hannah cut her off.
"Don't be silly! I'm really happy for you guys. You look great together! Here's to the hottest couple in town!"
Eventually, things didn't go well between Sophia and Brian. He turned out to be a jerk and Hannah was glad she didn't have to go through what Sophia did; although she was positive Sophia was making a mountain of a molehill. She decided to stick with Sophia, when the college turned against her. She supported Sophia through thick and thin during the latter's days of loneliness and borderline depression. In her heart of hearts, Hannah wanted these acts of selflessness to culminate into something rewarding before college ended.
She felt a tinge of that sensation surface during the start of their last year of college.
"Did you see the forms for the last sem electives? There's a new subject with a guest faculty!" Hannah asked, as she and Sophia picked up the forms for electives.
"Says here he's an industry expert. Sounds cool, doesn't it?" Hannah queried excitedly.
She did her research on their new professor, John Longstone. He was young for a professor and quite smart. Hannah felt attracted to him immediately. Her attraction turned to pure desire, in the first class she attended of John. He was exactly the kind of person she had always dreamt of. John was intelligent, soft-spoken and had the right amount of wit and humor too. Above all, he looked perfect. His chiseled face, jet black hair and perfect physique really were arousing for her, every time she thought of him. He didn't have a muscular frame, but he was fit and sporty, which she preferred.
Sophia and John befriended each other quickly. Hannah was left in the wake of her best friend, as Sophia boldly walked up to John, to introduce herself and toured the campus with him right after the first class itself. Hannah was angry with herself. While she was making sandcastles in the air, Sophia had already set up a tennis-playing schedule with John. Hannah wasn't confident enough to join their game and confessed to herself that she was being left behind again.
She cried herself silly, the day she saw John and Sophia beat Brian and his partner in a match in front of the whole college. Merely thinking of the manner in which Sophia hugged John after their victory, made Hannah clench her fists.
"That was no normal hug! That slut is weaving her magic on him! I fucking saw his boner!" cried out Hannah to herself as she clawed the floor on which she was fallen.
Hannah tried to pick herself up over the next few days. She formulated a plan to get to John. She would use Sophia, the way Sophia used her for Brian. She was sure they had not started dating yet. A few tennis games and strolls around campus didn't have to mean much. She could still attain her dream of being in John's arms. She decided to surprise John after his tennis match with Sophia that day. She knew he would go to the parking lot alone, to get his car after walking Sophia to the bus stop. Hannah had prepared a hand-made letter for John with all her feelings detailed in it. She had spent a lot of time and effort on making a sketch of them together on the letter. She was confident John would accept her love.
As she waited patiently at the parking lot, she noticed the time in her watch crossing 9 P.M. Something was off. John's car was still there and he had not returned yet. Hannah walked to the courts and saw a few lights on in the change rooms. Maybe John was taking a long shower. Hannah smiled to herself at the prospect a naked and wet John. She sneaked her way near the changing rooms towards the solitary light. There was a window which she could reach if she climbed over a nearby stool. As she set up the stool to climb on it, two thoughts struck Hannah sharply. This was the women's' changing room. The second were noises more than thoughts. They got her mind racing though.
"Oh yes! I love it when you get rough baby!"
The voice Hannah heard was unmistakably John's. She climbed on the stool and peered over the window to confirm her fears.
"Oh John! Aaah! I want you so bad, John!" A bent-against-the-wall Sophia screamed as John teased, by touching her wet cunt from behind.
