All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright 2024. All rights reserved.
Author's note: Welcome to the little college town of Ballister! I hope you enjoy your stay. There are some things you ought to know.
First, this is a multi-part serial told from different points of view. Most of the story has been drafted—I'll publish parts as I revise them. If you care about the characters and/or the plot, the story will make the most sense if you start at the beginning. If you care most about the sex scenes, venture where you will as most parts include at least one.
Second, if you're wondering whether to invest the time, here's a compatibility test. Imagine the first season of "Stranger Things" before things got a little too strange. Then, transport the whole thing to a small private college, make all the characters of age, and replace most of the geeky stuff with sex. Sound interesting? Please proceed. Sound exciting? You might be the target audience. Don't know "Stranger Things" but like speculative fiction? Give it a shot.
Lastly, I welcome comments and compliments. I wrote this to see if I could. I did not write this to correspond to your favorite kink (reminder: this is free). That said, if you'd like to read a scene I haven't written, let me know. I'm always up for a challenge. Enjoy! ----------
"Oooh, yes, you're so big, daddy, yes, ohmigod yes!"
The girl, Marissa—or was it Melissa—screamed as Marco plunged his cock into her soaking pussy.
Fuck, he was bored. Marissa—maybe it was Marsha?—had been the third girl to throw herself at him that evening. Third wasn't the charm. He'd taken her (Misty?) back to his apartment mostly to stop being harassed.
Okay, he'd been horny. But then he'd done what he always did: brought a gushingly willing girl home, listened to her inane attempts at conversation—as if this were a date and not a one-night thing—and then rutted her senseless.
He didn't even have a daddy fetish. The rumor had worked its way through Ballister College until every girl for the past two weeks had made sure to scream it.
"Oooooh, yes. Daddy fucks me so goooooood!"
He needed this to be over. Marco flipped the girl on to her stomach and grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her into a backbend while ramming her full of dick. He grabbed her throat and growled.
"Cum on my cock."
She did. Just like "daddy" ordered. "Daddy!" she wailed. "Daddy!"
Frustrated, Marco snapped his hips, slamming his dick a bit deeper, cutting the girl's daddy mantra short. She screamed, instead, orgasm intensifying. Marco pulled free of her convulsing pussy and came on her back, the pleasure of his climax mixed with a sense of relief that the night was nearly over.
A cuddle was off the table. Only the best got to stay the night, and he hadn't been with the best in a long while. Marco watched from the living room as the girl walked—stumbled really—through the entryway to the door. She turned and gave him what she probably thought was a sexy farewell smile, but her disheveled hair and running mascara made her appear more like a sad clown in a nice dress. Her wistful pirouette knocked her further off balance, and she bounced off the door frame to nearly crumple in the hallway. The door closed before Marco could see whether she managed to right herself.
Marco threw himself into the Italian leather sofa and sighed. He was back at college about to begin a sophomore year...but he wasn't really a sophomore. He'd started college three years ago as a freshman, but his father had taken him out of school to help with the family business. Though Marco was only a couple years older than most of his peers, the time away had made it feel like a decade. Two years had changed everything: his outlook, his interests. He'd even grown, a late spurt that had been as painful as it had been unexpected.
Marco stood and stretched his big 6-foot, 4-inch frame. He wandered into the kitchen. Some effects of the growth had lingered. For one, he was hungry all the time now and not just for food. At 230 pounds, his broad frame carried a lot of muscle, so he needed a lot of calories...and a lot of exercise. At least he'd managed a little cardio this evening. Every little bit counted.
Marco gazed into his refrigerator, the harsh white light giving his chiseled face a sickly appearance. His perusal of the contents brought a forlorn expression. The appliance was virtually empty: just a couple of beers, a few protein shakes, and a sad looking bag of baby carrots. He grunted and shut the door.
Marco had fallen into a rut, a routine that might last three more years if he wasn't careful. Could he really spend those years hanging with college bros and screwing college chicks? Talk about boring—he needed someone or something to spice things up. His love life was lively, sure, but that was all he could say for it. A decadent August had given him quite the reputation, but he couldn't remember the last time a girl had really caught his attention. None of the sex had been bad, mind you. Marco didn't do anything passably. The girls of August would undoubtedly come calling again. No, the problem was the sameness of it all: the deliberate enticement, the overwrought enthusiasm, the obvious manipulation. He didn't want to play the same old games.
Marco looked through a couple cupboards. There was nothing worth eating. Better to go to bed; he'd grab some groceries after his morning workout.
His true hunger was for something real, something challenging. At least he had football. His size and athleticism had earned him a new position: starting quarterback of Ballister College's championship football team. It hadn't been hard—two years of his father's training regimen had done him wonders. His strength and agility had easily trounced the competition. Though, the more he thought about it, that might be part of the problem. He was just better than everyone. The football season had better be challenging, or he'd really be bored.
At least classes started tomorrow. At least the season would start soon. Maybe there would be someone different. Someone real, someone challenging—that's what he needed. Someone who grabbed his attention.
A rueful smile played across Marco's face as he pulled the covers over his naked body. His attention...it might be a good thing no one had caught it. He was, after all, very hungry.
***
"We're so pleased to have such a promising group of pathways students this year," gushed Libby Clinton, Dean of Students. She gazed around the breakfast table with a dazzling smile that managed to appear both easy and forced.
Samantha Telnor fiddled with her fork, uncertain, and tried a smile of her own. She could feel her lips curving, but as Clinton's gaze swept past her, her expression wavered. Sam coughed and covered her mouth with a napkin. She glanced around the table to see if anyone had noticed.
There were four other newly-minted freshmen around the table, all children of town residents. Each year Ballister College admitted a few local high school graduates to build goodwill and "links with the community," as Sam's acceptance letter had put it. Sam didn't care much about goodwill or links—she was interested in the program's full scholarship.
Only one of the other freshmen came from her side of town. Sam had gone to East Ballister High School, the run-down public school on the other side of the literal railroad tracks.
Maybe he was why she was so nervous. Sam had known Alec Cadell since elementary school. For most of her education he had been a year ahead of her in school. Two years ago he'd been suspended for some prank that had ended with a girl in the hospital. The town rumor mill hinted at something sordid and sexual, but like many small town rumors there were a dozen different versions. Sam had no idea what had really happened, but it must have been pretty bad for East Ballister High to have suspended its most promising athlete for an entire academic year.
Sam wished Alec's dubious past had also suspended her feelings for him. The tall, well built young man had animated Sam's late night fantasies for as long as she could remember being interested in boys. She'd even gone out of her way between classes to walk the hallway where Alec's locker was located. He'd never shown the slightest interest in her, though, and even now seemed more intent on wolfing down half a plate of bacon than paying her any attention.
The other three local students had graduated from West Ballister High School, the school built adjacent to the college. West Ballister catered mainly to the town's wealthier residents and college faculty. They were strangers to Sam. Across the table from her sat Clyde. A slight young man with glasses, Sam suspected he had earned his place in the program because of academics, like her. He was clearly very shy and unused to these kinds of social gatherings, but Sam had noted a bright intelligence in his brown eyes. Next to him sat Julie Haynes. Sam knew her last name only because she'd written it in prominent block letters on her name tag. She was nearly as small a woman as Sam but very sturdy looking. Julie had made it clear from her short introduction why she was there: Ballister's gymnastics team.
The third student from West was a statuesque blonde named Brittany. Sam had no reason to dislike her but for the fact that she had spent most of the breakfast staring at Alec. Brittany looked and smelled and acted rich, which annoyed Sam, since the pathways program was one of the few ways someone living on her side of town could access a school like Ballister. Still, she had to admit that Alec and Brittany would make a fine-looking couple: they were both tall and blonde. They could pass as Scandinavian models and sell reindeer sweaters together.
"...with so many new services available to students and now you can make appointments on the Internet. So convenient!" Dean Clinton finished another of her little speeches with a breathless flourish. The dean had said at the start of breakfast that she wanted to learn about them but had spent most of the time talking.
Once the awkward breakfast was over, Sam collected her things and stepped from the administration building into the bright morning sunlight. Before her were the opulent grounds of one of the nation's foremost private colleges. Sam marveled at the well manicured lawns and flower beds. Students wandered between pristine buildings, some alone, most in small groups. To Sam's eye, they all looked better than her: new clothes, fancy shoes, perfect hair. She might be the only scholarship kid in sight.
"Crazy," a deep voice said next to her.
Sam jumped.
"Sorry," Alec said. No, she was not the only scholarship kid. Alec was another.
"It's okay." Sam chided herself while trying not to notice Alec's handsomeness. God, he was beautiful. And, he was talking to her...for perhaps the first time ever! Why was her heart beating so fast?
