Move-out day. The end of my junior year.
It had, all-in-all, been a good year. I had transferred here at the start of the year, hoping it would be easy to make a name for myself. It had been. This was a small school. A small place. The lacrosse team -- the one half-decent sport at this tiny liberal arts college -- had won a bunch of games. I played left forward. I was the best player on the team by far, and had one of the best seasons of my athletic career. I was a shoo-in for team captain next year.
A few games into the season, success on the field had started trickling down through the rest of my life. Professors gave me a pass on turning stuff in late, started offering me easy extra credit assignments. The team got invited to the College President's residence; he talked about how the college really ought to be investing more in its sports teams, offering better scholarships, maybe renovating some of the facilities. The rest of the team -- who initially gave me a cold reception as the new guy -- liked winning, and liked being celebrated. They warmed up to me, started inviting me to parties.
Then we started hosting
better
parties.
Girls
started coming to them.
By halfway through the semester, I was getting a lot of girls. A new one each week, for the most part; sometimes two a week. What can I say? Star athletes were in short supply at a school that was mostly known for its English graduate degrees.
It had been fun. Until I made a mistake. A mistake currently standing down the hallway, in between me and my summer vacation, named Elise.
My roommate, on his way out to his car to head home for the holidays, saw me glumly looking down the corridor, and clapped me on the shoulder. "Don't shit where you eat, bro. I tried to tell you. Anyway, have a good summer, Chet. See ya!"
I grunted a noncommittal reply. He
had
tried to tell me. Elise hadn't noticed me -- thankfully -- and was just directing someone inside her room. "Rachel, c'mon, just bring the suitcases -- we can get the rest next trip, it's fine..."
Elise had been pretty enough. Just wrapping up her first year at college. A solid seven, I decided, looking at her in her tank top and jeans. Kind of smallish tits. A decent ass. Really pretty face, though, framed by curly reddish-brown hair. Great lips.
Not the hottest girl I had gone after all semester; not the ugliest.
Definitely the
worst
, though.
I had been drunk when we had hooked up, and so had she; some other guy on the floor had been hosting a party that we both stumbled into. I thought it was just a drunken fling. But Elise had other ideas. Had assumed this was the start of dating the lacrosse team's star player, her first college boyfriend;
so romantic
. She had been pissed when she found out I didn't want to date her, was sleeping around. She started haranguing other girls as I was bringing them back to my room.
Then she started haranguing
me
in the hallway.
The bitch
.
That, obviously had only made me want to get even. I had started
deliberately
parading girls down the hall past her room, loudly telling them what I'd do to them, walking them out of the dorm after we'd done the deed, making sure to drop a comment about how hot they were right when I was outside Elise's door, that kind of thing.
Basically, it just kept escalating, all semester long. I wasn't about to stop getting my dick wet because Elise didn't know the difference between a hookup and dating. If she was going to try to make my life a living hell, I was going to do the same to hers.
But it had gotten tiresome.
Don't shit where you eat.
It was good advice. I'd be more careful next year.
Right now, all I wanted was to get to my summer vacation without getting into a shouting match, but Elise was standing in the hallway talking to someone who was in her room. Resigning myself to the shouting, I started heading down the hallway.
Elise saw me immediately, of course. Her mouth set into a thin line that was now all-too-familiar to me. Her eyes narrowed. "Oh
hey
, Chet. Have a
great
summer. Try not to trip and accidentally stick your dick in some syphilitic--"
"Oh, wow, is this
the
Chet?" Someone had come out of the room behind her, lugging a few suitcases.
Same reddish-brown curly hair, though this woman had hers tied back in a ponytail. Same pretty features, full lips.
But her
body
had nothing in common with Elise. She was a couple of inches taller, and looked older, maybe in her mid or late twenties. She was wearing a blue crop top that showed off full tits -- not huge, mind you, but full, firm -- and toned core. My eyes followed her abs down to a matching blue pair of skimpy shorts that showed off toned legs and a great ass. If Elise was solid seven, this woman was a ten. Or an eleven.
God damn.
Rachel put the suitcases down, eying me.
Elise's reply had a sour note. "Yeah, this is him, Rachel. Chet, this is Rachel. My older sister."
A few people were poking their heads out of other doorways. My fights with Elise were a spectator sport, I reflected glumly.
Rachel made eye contact with me, assessing. "Well hi there, Chet. Elise has been telling me about you. Elise, why don't you take the suitcases down. I'll be just a minute. I'd love to talk to Chet here."
"Uh, I was just heading out..." I tried to remember whether Elise had told me anything at all about her sister. It was an exercise in futility, though. I hadn't paid attention to
anything
Elise said.
"I insist." Rachel gave me a stare.
I sighed. I could see how this was going to go.
Big sis is gonna dress me down
. "Okay, sure. Let's make it quick."
Elise shook her head, flipped me the bird, and then left, dragging her suitcases down the hall towards the elevator.
Rachel said, "C'mon, let's get out of the hallway. No need to make a scene." She turned and went into Elise's room."
I watched her ass as she stepped inside.
Fuck
. She was really hot.
I went into the room, moving past her to stand between Elise's desk and her bed. The bed I had fucked Elise on.
Rachel shut the door behind her and turned to me, giving me an expressionless look. "Elise says you've been bullying her ever since you guys hooked up."
I scoffed. "Bullying her? C'mon. If anything, she's been bullying
me
."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You're seeing a new girl every week. You walk each of them past Elise's room while you tell them how well you're going to dick them down. But
my sister
is the one bullying
you
? Come on." She crossed her arms.
I shrugged again. "Look, Rachel, you seem like a good big sister, or whatever. But one, it's not
my
fault she lives right down the hall from me. And two, it's not her business who I'm dicking down. Anyway, we're all adults here, and I'm done with lectures for the semester, so..." I stood up to leave.
