I smiled slightly as I walked across campus. The beginning of my second semester was brutal, to put it bluntly. A cold northern wind accompanied even frostier professors; a recent passing in my family lowered the mood even further, causing my January and February to wear on my psyche like sandpaper.
Today is different though
, I thought as I carefully avoided a rather deep puddle on the sidewalk. Indeed, today
felt
different. The frigid fingers of winter are giving way to the sweet touch of spring, and the wind carried scents of blooming flowers rather than the stale stench of filthy ice. Things seemed to be turning around for me.
Well, most things. My jaw tightened at the thought of the troubles between my girlfriend Samantha and me. Arguments and worries have plagued our relationship recently. She is constantly busy with her sorority and school work, citing her "endless" amounts of homework as excuses for our decreased alone time. This has, inevitably, severely damaged the physical aspect of our relationship. She hasn't touched me in months, and my efforts to instigate are met with scorn and annoyance. I have tried to find a way to ignite something. In fact, right now I am over a week into my "no masturbation resolution." I have not touched my self, hoping to get it all out in a "blaze of glory" (so to speak) when the time comes. I picture fireworks and passion for that moment, but my wicks are pinched off and the passion is absorbed with apathy. I shook my head. Today isn't the day for that, it's something new. New life, as they say. Spring is for renewal, and that is a perfectly acceptable mindset for me.
Hot air rushed across my face as I stepped into the dormitory that a few friends of mine lived in. My room was hopelessly boring, with a roommate that would annoy anyone to the point of tears. I try to avoid it as much as possible. I shot a glance towards the desk manager on shift. Visitors are supposed to be checked in by the residents they were visiting, but I found it to be more fun to sneak in. The small smile returned as I made it to the elevator.
It's the little things
, I said to myself. The elevator
dinged
and I stepped off onto my friend's floor, and made my way to his room.
"Trey," I called as I walked through the door, "I'm home."
Trey rolled his eyes at me. "Oh please, by all means, come in." He was sat at his desk watching Hulu. His girlfriend Hannah lounged on the bed next to him.
"Hey Kam," Hannah smiled, "did you sneak in again?"
"Is there another way to do it?" I questioned. She laughed and returned her attention to the show on the screen.
I leaned against the closet door and took a look around the room. The empty bed caught my attention first.
Isaac must be with Amanda
, I thought with a grin. Those two will take every opportunity they can get and fuck like rabbits. Isaac is one lucky son of a bitch. I gazed through the browning shades of the window at the sunlight quad and that feeling came back. Content, I watched the show with Trey and Hannah for a few minutes. The more I thought about where Isaac, Amanda, Trey, and Hannah, I began to realize someone was missing.
"Where's your sister at, Hannah?"
"Oh, she's upstairs rearranging her room."
"Her caring sister isn't up there helping her?" I asked with a grin.
"No, and she keeps texting me about it." Hannah let out a sigh. "I have other people to see, you know." She looked pointedly at Trey, then she lit up with an idea. "Would you want to do me a favor, Kameron?"
I already know where this is going. Trey and Hannah were like Isaac and Amanda: horny as shit at all times.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Could you please go up there and help her?", she asked with a slight pouty face. "We would both really appreciate it."
I weighed the options. Feel like a total third wheel with Trey and Hannah or go lug stuff around a room. Both weren't necessarily the most inviting ideas, but I thought I'd do Trey a solid and head upstairs.
"Yeah, I'll go." I said with a shrug.
"Awesome!" exclaimed Hannah, "I'll let Kayleigh know you're on your way."
Kayleigh
, I thought as I left. We'd known each other since middle school. She went to a different high school, the same one as my girlfriend in fact, but we found our way to the same college. Her and my girlfriend have been inseparable since they were in kindergarten. Best friends, joined at the hip those two and Hannah were. Kayleigh and Hannah were almost always referred to as a set rather than individuals. Comes with being twins, I guess, but a womb is about the only thing those two had in common. Hannah was a jokester, very popular with guys. She had black hair and brown eyes, and looked about as nondescript as you can get. Kayleigh, on the other hand, was popular with guys for very different reasons. Two of them come to mind rather quickly: her ass and being flirty.
I'm not saying the first one ironically either: guys refer to her as "the one with the ass."
She knows it too, and that's where the flirt comes in. Her hugs are tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and she wears bikini bottoms three sizes too small. She repeatedly "forgets" where a guy is and "accidentally" rubs on him when she passes him, and enjoys making obvious innuendos. She is very popular, as you might imagine.
I shook my head as I finished climbing the stairs up to her level. I adjusted myself though my shorts to hide the semi-erection I had begun to sport thinking of all the things she does.
I wish I wasn't fit to burst right now,
I thought,
no girl appreciates being greeted with a stiffy.
I willed it away before I knocked on her door. It would be rather embarrassing to hug her while hard. After my hard on faded, I raised my hand and knocked on her door.
The door swung open and I was greeted by a very bubbly girl. Her light brown hair was up in a pony tail and caught the sunlight streaming through her windows, and her bright hazel eyes were alight with the smile that graced her face. My eyes slipped a little further down and noticed that she wasn't wearing a shirt, only a dark purple sports bra that contrasted with her fair skin very strikingly. Her outfit was finished with a pair of light grey leggings. I barely registered all of this before I was being enveloped in a hug.
"Kam!" she exclaimed. "Thank you so much for coming up here." Her hands gripped the back of my neck as she bent backwards at the waist and looked up at me as my hands rested at her hips.
"Of course. Always willing to help." I said. She let go of me and ushered me in, closing the door with a snap behind me.
"I'm just struggling with these boxes. I can't get them up into the cabinets."
She was struggling. There were chairs and tubs stacked precariously in an attempt to boost her up to the cabinets. She could've seriously hurt herself if she had fallen while attempting to store things in there. The beds and desks were also haphazardly place around the room. To be frank, it looked like a disaster area.
Kayleigh stood next to me with her hands on her hips. "I was planning on going to the gym after this, but I think this might cover my workout." She smirked at me. "This isn't the kind of workout a girl should be getting in her bedroom."
I chuckled. "Yeah, workout often in here?" I teased. She stepped close to me and touched her fingertips to my stomach. "Not as often as I want," she said with a whisper. Her fingertips lingered as she turned away and walked towards the boxes. I was still processing her previous statement, distracted by the way her ass moved in her leggings. Each step sent a slight jiggle in each cheek. I felt my woody returning, and quickly tried to remedy it. She called my name though, and I had to focus my attention elsewhere.
"Could you please take this box and put it into the top cabinet." She offered the carboard box to me with something glinting in her eye.