Brandon walked down the pathway to his dormitory, his head hung low. He had just been through a 3 hour lecture on Shakespeare and at this moment he was trying to figure out why he choose English to be his major. He walked into the main foyer and stared at the mailboxes that lined one side of the wall. He stood there motionless, part of him wanted to check his mail but the other part of him didn't. He knew there was his credit card bill but he tried to reason with himself that if he didn't check his mail he wouldn't get the bill and thus would not have to pay it. Rolling his eyes he decided the inevitable had to occur. He got his mail, a stack of junk mail plus 3 white envelopes, all bills.
Brandon walked the 2 flights of stairs to his dorm room. The hallway was bright and airy, a welcome change from the older dormitory buildings on campus with dark wood paneling and tiny rooms with no air circulation. He entered his spacious room and was thankful that his roommate was gone. He liked Aidan, really he did. There was just something about him that made Brandon uneasy. Maybe it was how he hinted at sleeping with his professors so as to not write the long mid term essays. Maybe it was how he partied from Thursday night until Monday morning yet seemed to always pull off A's and B's. Either way, Brandon knew that he had only 2 more months and would hopefully get a single room. As a senior student he was told he had a better chance of being assigned to the coveted single rooms.
Brandon sat on his bed and opened up his mail. The first 2 envelopes were bank statements. January's statement showed how much money had been taken out for his support payments, as well as his dorm fees and his small allowance. That's what he called the $30 a week he budgeted himself to attempt to enjoy his time as a university student. The February bill was similar, with more money being taken out to pay the dreaded credit card bill. Opening up the last envelope he smiled, and then frowned. He smiled at the list of purchases he had made from December onward, wondering if she had enjoyed the toys he bought her. On the other hand he frowned, realizing he really didn't have the money to spend on things like that and wondered if the toys were even opened. Brandon assumed that since his name was on the return address the boxes might just have been thrown out.
"Hey buddy!" Aidan stomped into the room and threw himself onto his bed. "How was class?" Before Brandon had a chance to open his mouth Aidan starting going on about his day. "....and she was so cute... Oh and that creepy poly sci prof kept giving me the evil eye..." Aiden was always going on about the girls and women he met as well as ranting about how much he hated his male Profs. Brandon knew it was because he couldn't, or more like, wouldn't, fuck them for higher grades. After a few minutes Aidan finished his rant. Getting up he slapped Brandon on the arm and took off, mumbling something about this cute red hair with perky breasts.
Brandon lay back on his bed. His 6 foot 6 inch frame hung off the bed but he didn't mind. He had tried sleeping on the floor but it was worse. His blonde hair was straight and always hung in his eyes. He liked it that way and got annoyed when his friends, trying to practice out their 3rd year psychology on him attempted to explain how he wanted to hide from the world. Hell yeah he wanted to hide from the world. With all that had been happening the last 3 years he wished he could go back in time and fix everything.
Later that evening he was sitting in the library studying. His large frame was stuck awkwardly in the chair as he read over research papers and large dusty books. He hated writing essays on Shakespeare and was trying to think of exactly what to say regarding the theme of dark and light in the play "Romeo and Juliet". Just as he read the same line over for the third time he felt a warm breath on his ear. Turning around he saw his girlfriend Lizzie. She was dressed in a short tight jean skirt and white sweater. Her raven black hair was down around her shoulders and she had that look in her eyes. Before Brandon had a chance to say anything she slid into his lap and was unzipping his jeans with one hand while the other hand slid inside her panties to rub her clit. Brandon closed his eyes and moaned. He knew that the library on a Friday night was probably not that busy, and they had done it in more daring places but he still felt nervous when she was in one of her moods.
Lizzie and Brandon had met only a few months ago. They had the same Wednesday night Philosophy class and had flirted constantly the first few classes. After the 5th class they had made their way back to her place and had fucked like bunnies. It had been 3 years since he had kissed a girl, let alone had hot passionate, steamy sex. They both needed the hot sweaty sex and they lay panting afterwards, trying to recover for the next round.
Lizzie undid his jeans and before he knew it she had slid his cock deep inside her pussy. She waxed regularly and had the cutest little clit ring that rubbed his cock in just the right spot. He kept his eyes closed, feeling her grind and bounce on his cock. She came quickly, leaning over to bite his shoulder to muffle her cries. She was loud when she came and even she knew she had to be quiet in the library. Brandon felt her cum and started thrusting hard and fast, using his vivid imagination to bring him to orgasm. As he came he bit his bottom lip, trying to stay quiet while at the same time remembering that it was this black haired beauty riding his cock like a cowboy.
"Thanks baby. I have homework to do but that is exactly what I needed." She slid off him, adjusting his jeans and her skirt, checking to make sure there were no wet spots. She kissed his cheek lightly and then bounced off towards the exit. Brandon knew she wasn't going to study. Lizzie was the kind of girl who thought the world revolved around her and didn't think it was bad that she used Brandon for sex. He never complained and thus it was an unspoken topic in their short but passionate relationship.
Just as he turned to get back to work his cell phone rang. Reaching over to grab the phone he didn't even notice the number on the call display. "Brandon, it's Sophia. Don't hang up its important. " Brandon sat up and thought in his head a million reasons to hang up. Being the nice guy he was he let her speak. "You need to come home now. Addison is gone."
Brandon yawned as he looked at the road. It was 2am and his body was cramped in his mid size SUV. He had been driving for 5 hours and knew that in a few minutes he would see the cutesy sign that welcomed him to his hometown. As he passed the sign he tried to remember that coming home was the right thing to do. He hadn't been home in 2 years and that last visit was so dreadful that he had literally run out of the house screaming and drove back to campus.
Brandon pulled into Sophia's laneway. The small red brick home had a large picture window in the front. He was not sure what to expect as drove up to the home. He saw the kitchen light on and only Sophia's car in the laneway. He was surprised that no one else was over but then again they probably had all gone home to sleep. Sophia had called him around 9pm and Brandon had arrived as fast as he could. He knocked lightly on the side door and heard movement from inside. Sophia answered the door wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Her blonde hair was in a tight bun and she looked much older then she really was. "Hi, come in." Sophie let Brandon in and went back to sit at the kitchen table, wrapping her hands around a purple coffee mug that knowing Sophia had green tea with 2 spoonfuls of sugar.
"So what happened?" Brandon leaned against the counter, looking at Sophia. He really felt sorry for her, even though he was partly to blame for her situation.
"Addison left around 4pm, saying she had errands to run. At 8pm she still wasn't home so I called her cell phone. I put Daniella to sleep since she was getting fussy. At 8:30pm I called her cell phone again and she answered. She said she had had enough and was gone and not to try to find her."
Sophia stared at Brandon, waiting for a reaction. There was 2 whole minutes of silence as he tried to figure out why she would have done that. Finally Brandon spoke.
"So are you going to keep Daniella or does that mean I get custody of her."
The statement was so without feeling or emotion. Brandon looked at Sophia and she nodded. "Whatever you want," she whispered. Brandon reached over and squeezed Sophia's hand. He then turned and walked down the hall into the second bedroom on the left. He entered and saw the darkened room, the shadows outlining the crib, change table, and rocking chair. He could tell the walls were bright pink and he could smell baby powder and aloe wipes. Walking over to the crib he watched her sleep soundly. She was curled up in a ball in the corner of the crib. Her curly blonde hair covered her face and she was wearing a purple sleeper. Brandon leaned over and kissed her forehead. He then crept slowly out of the bedroom and into the living room. Sophia had already placed a pillow and blankets on the couch and since the kitchen light was off he assumed she had gone to bed. Removing his jeans and sweater he slipped under the wool blankets and fell asleep immediately.
Brandon was awoken at 6am by giggling and laughing. He sat up straight and then stumbled towards the sound. Walking into the nursery he saw his daughter, Daniella, playing in her crib with her stuffed animals. She looked up and smiled, putting her arms up to be picked up. Brandon picked her up and carried her into the kitchen. She grabbed at his hair and giggled.
