She gasped as his lips moved down from her mouth, leaving a wet trail down her neck to her nipples. Her gasp turned into a moan as he took a nipple in his mouth, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. His hand came up to circle the other nipple while his mouth worked away and she involuntarily arched up against him. Her body was on fire and she craved more contact with his body, wanted to feel his skin, damp with sweat, slide across hers.
She pushed up against him and he groaned as she brushed against him. He looked up, grey eyes holding her smouldering hazel gaze. He brought himself up and thrust into her. She cried out, her legs wrapping around him, bringing her hips up to meet his. Both gasped and sweat mingled as he kept up the slow, steady strokes. She could feel the tightness in her stomach building up and she brought his head down for a searing kiss.
"Connor" she gasped, about to climax.
*****
Kat opened her eyes, groaned and pulled the covers over her head.
"Damn birds have no thought for things that like sleeping past seven in the morning. I can't even orgasm in my dreams" She groused, stumbling out of bed and towards the bathroom across the hall.
Another girl walked out just as Kat was about to enter.
"Morning sleepy head" she said cheerfully,
"You are as bad as the birds" Kat accused and closed the bathroom door behind her.
"Grump." Anna replied, "I left some batter out if you want a waffle before class and there's syrup in the cupboard. I gotta run, I'll see ya in the evening babe" she chirped, and with that she was out the door.
Kat cleaned up, had her breakfast and then ran the ten blocks to class. She arrived just before the profesor, and sat down in her seat, opening her notebook to take notes.
*****
Connor Leigh leaned back in his seat, not paying attention to the lecture but instead thinking about Kat. Kaitlyn Rook, he rolled the name around in his head and smiled to himself. He'd never really noticed before, but when she ran into the classroom, her black hair caught up in a messy bun, her cheeks pink from the exertion, and her eyes bright, he payed attention. She came and sat in front of him, getting ready for class and he smiled to himself, a smug all-knowing grin.
Her notebooks were full of her writing and she scribbled furiously as the professor talked. Oh, he knew her type--shy and smart, naive and innocent. His eyes grew hard; she was exactly what he needed to show Amanda that he didn't need her--that she was the one who needed him. Yeah, Kaitlyn would do.
*****
Kat glanced at the clock again. She loved Professor Dralkin dearly, but he was going to make her miss her bus and then she'd have no ride home--Anna had left a message saying she had a date, so she'd be home late. Kat grinned to herself, Anna hadn't mentioned any boys in her life recently and Kat would have fun needling her about this new mystery person.
The sound of books being slammed shut and woke Kat up from her musings. She bent to retrieve her bag and shoved her stuff into her bag, hurriedly zipping it shut. She was one of the last people left in the classroom and had almost reached the door when she heard her name called by two people. Confusedly, she turned around to see Connor Leigh, the object of her R rated fantasies and Professor Dralkin looking at each other with smiles on their faces.
She barely had time to think about Connor calling her name before he shrugged carelessly, said "Never mind, I'll catch ya later" and strolled out the door. Kat's eyes followed him out the door, eyeing his butt before Dralkin cleared his throat.
"Yes, well Kaitlyn sorry I just wanted to say that I was very impressed with your work on the virgin blue. It was quite interesting and revealing. I was wondering if you'd care to join me some time for a chat over lunch."
Kat stared at him in shock. Her paper was good enough for the Professor to want to take her out to lunch? No way. She opened her mouth as if to say something and then closed it again, her mind still reeling from the shock. Dralkin smiled at Kat, clicked his briefcase shut and walked out the door saying over his shoulder "I'll just let you think it over then...let me know what you decide." And with that he was gone.
Kat stood staring into space for a moment before glancing up at the clock and starting violently. She was going to miss her bus. She rushed out of the classroom and sprinted towards the stop ignoring the stares she was getting, but the last bus was long gone. She looked around for someone she knew who might give her a ride but there was no one. She didn't have enough money for a cab, so her only choice was to walk home. It wasn't too far and she walked fast, but with her heavy bag, it would take at least one and a half hours. She sighed and shifted her bag, starting the six mile trek home. She shivered a little, regretting her decision to leave her jacket. If she was lucky, she would get home before it got dark and chilly. Her glance at the gray sky made her really hope she was lucky because she didn't want to be stuck in the middle of a downpour.
Three quarters of the way home, the rain started. She knew she should stop and take shelter in a shop but she didn't. She wanted to be home. It was Friday, and she had looked forward to some relaxing time, namely pizza, and a movie. Maybe even a bubble bath. If there had been thunder and lightning, she would have flagged someone down, but it was just a heavy rain, and she trudged on, her clothes soaked. Soon however, it got cold and she started to shiver. Still she refused to stop and take cover. She knew it was stupid, but a little cold rain was no reason to act weak. If nothing else, she was strong, and she had to show it and so she trod on.
*****
Connor was walking home from the video store when the rain started. Fortunately, he'd thought to carry his umbrella, so he was not as wet as some people. Like that crazy girl up ahead without an umbrella. Why would anyone do that he wondered. Her shoulders were hunched against the driving rain. She must be freezing, he thought to himself as he noticed the shirt she wore looked pretty thin. Wait, wasn't that the same shirt--
"Kaitlyn!" He shouted, running up to her, "what the hell are you doing in this cold and wet without an umbrella. Jesus, you're shivering" he noted grimly as he grabbed her arm.
"Cold," she muttered, her teeth chattering. She had stopped, but her eyes were cast down. He brought his fingers to her chin and gently pushed up so that she was looking into his eyes. His clear gray gaze searching her hazel eyes framed by long black lashes, innocent and vulnerable.
Connor didn't have time to wonder what she was thinking or what he was doing before he'd said "Come on, I live here, just come up and we'll get you warm and you can go home when the rain stops."
