((Note: This story will contain dark elements such as rough sex, some manipulation and such things. And other such kinks such as forceful seduction, pregnancy and betrayal. If these kinds of elements in a story offend you, then please do not read any further than this message. All, and any characters are fictional! Thank you, and I hope everyone enjoys my first Literotica submission!))
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This time of the year was actually a favorite of the young dark haired beauty that was standing outside of the large University campus. So many people tended to love the seasons of summer and spring, whereas she despised them, and absolutely lived for fall and winter. There was always something about the way the cold air felt or how the weather could go from hot and humid to suddenly cool in the kind of way that if the breeze was just right, it sent a chill down a person's spine. And, of course, it was hard to forget the amazing view that living in the more rural points of the country could give during this time of the year. It always felt so much like too many people hated this time of year, and she always thought about how that meant she got to enjoy it more then they did.
Her name was Courtney Clarke, and she was going to a university in Maine, studying some of the things she was hoping to major in that included a few things such as meteorology, writing, English literature, and a few other just fun classes. Some of the other students didn't take as many classes as Hailee was taking, but she enjoyed learning and she knew that she was smart. She had the grade averages and test scores along with sharp wits to prove such an assessment.
So far, everything in Courtney's life had been rough and difficult to cope with at times, but hell, whose life wasn't, right? That aside, she had found ways to deal with such problems in her life, and usually it was exercise of various natures and music that helped her the most.
The one factor that had been so incredibly hard for her to get past was the one guy who would always be there in the back of her mind. She stood there in front of the university campus, shaking her head at that troubling thought and shaking loose a few dark slightly curling long tendrils of her silky soft hair. How many times had she wished to put his image out of her mind? How many countless, fruitless times had she wished just to forget him because of the way that things were? The times she had thought those dark thoughts were endless to her, it seemed, but even so, she loved him. To put someone like that out of her mind was going to take a bulldozer with a few hundred pounds of solid steel in it, and even then, she doubted that would help.
Her breath came out in a little puff of white air from how cold it was starting to get that late October, and she started towards her first class of the day, her gray boots making very light thuds as she walked down the pathway from the entrance gates deeper into the campus. She was wearing her favorite black coat that was an expensive clothing item that she or her mother could never afford, but her aunt always made sure her clothing for the winter was the best. There was a dark purple scarf around her slender neck, keeping her throat warm from the bitter mid-fall air, and she pulled her book bag's shoulder strap further onto her right shoulder as she increased her pace.
The campus itself was very large, including a few individual parks for faculty members and students. Most of the freshmen, including herself when she had been one, got incredibly lost and some even ran back home after that first stressful event of trying to navigate around the campus. But, Courtney was stronger than she liked herself to be at times, and it was a quality that others admired and she loathed, amusingly enough.
Without fail, she had made it to her first class on time, rushing into the warm and heated atmosphere of her first classroom, sighing in relief as her limbs began to finally thaw themselves out.
Anyone would notice, if they took the time to, that whenever Courtney came into the room, she was pierced with looks of deep desire and very strong envy. This was not something that was unusual for her since she had turned 16, and the young, chubby little awkward thing she had been had blossomed into the beauty she was then. Her eyes had changed colors around the age of 17, going from normal dark brown to suddenly having odd flecks of golden and green in them. With certain moods, it was noticeable how she would have darker looking eyes, or lighter looking ones. Usually with such strong emotions like lust, or anger, her eyes changed to a deep chocolate brown and with certain lightings in the room or surroundings as well as more cheerful or joyful moods, they were a medium hazel brown color. It was certainly something that had left the men around campus, and outside of it as well, intrigued with this silent beautiful young woman.
And, it seemed no matter the outfit she wore, her hourglass toned form could never be hidden with breasts that were easily a high DD size, a small waist that flared out to full shapely hips that hinted at the magnificent ass she had acquired from years of running and walking.
Amazingly enough, Courtney walked into that room, she took absolutely no notice of the looks she was receiving and if anything, she purposefully didn't pay attention to those scorned looks of hatred from the females or leering looks of desire. She took her seat silently, taking off her coat and scarf, some of her mid back length dark curls falling out of the messy pony tail she had hurriedly put them in, and showing off her hourglass form in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a snug looking sweater.
As the professor began his lecture on the topic for the day, Courtney's mind began to wander as it usually did when she was already caught up on her classes and work for that week. One of her pale slender hands was holding the pen over the notebook she had pulled out, but her eyes looked slightly glazed over as if she were having a daydream.
Courtney didn't even take notice that she wasn't in the classroom anymore for a long moment, and when she finally noticed that, she gave a shake of her head, and noticed that her clothing was different as well.
"Where am I?" She asked, mostly to herself, and not quite expecting an answer, but one came from the darkness around her.
"Right where you belong." Came the rumbling, rough and husky reply. The sound of it was enough to make Courtney jump nearly out of her bones, and she jerked slightly, the darkness suddenly vanishing as if it were a trick of her eyes. And, of course, there he stood in plenty of his glory. Nick.
The name itself was like some kind of burning feeling on her tongue, and in her throat, but even as that darkness faded, her eyes were burning with anger for him. He had always been so perfect and yet so flawed in a way that it was almost too mingled of the two to recognize one or the other. Then again, Courtney had spent so much of her younger years loving this man, and yet never having that love given in return until three years later when she was with someone else. People had told her it was because Nick was passive aggressive, but Courtney had never believed it because he had been there for her when she had needed him. Perhaps not every single time she needed him, of course not, but when she had needed him the most, he had been there.
"I do not belong with you, now stay the fuck away from me!" Courtney growled in response, turning around and starting for the door of his apartment. That was a short lived moment because Nick was not going to have that, and he moved quickly, his more lean build gave him that speed he needed to stop her.
One of his hands gripped her arm tightly, swinging her around to face him, and dark hazel eyes lifted up to clash with green ones. Both of them were always so stubborn for their own good, but if anything, that only ever made it that much more intense between them.
Courtney's eyes couldn't stop wandering over Nick, from the stubbled chin he always had with that amazingly sexy goatee of his, from the long, somewhat messy pulled back ponytail of reddish brown hair. His eyes were intense as they stared down into Courtney's, and then he got that devilish, wicked smirk across his lips, his hand coming up to cup her soft palely pinkened cheek. "You do belong with me, Courtney." He said, his voice low and gravelly with lust and some unreadable emotions that she could never quite get a grasp on when she was around him.
"Dammit, Nick!" She growled, pulling away from him, but not starting to walk out of his apartment. "I hate it when you do this to me! I hate it when you draw me back in like this!! You always tell me there is something wrong, and we can't make it work, so stop doing this to me! Let me live my life!" She yelled at him, her chest rising and falling quite heavily after her mini rant, which seemed to irritate Nick just a little.
"I can't change who I am, Court, I look at the realistic part of life and I have always done so! I can't just sit there and hope that things will work out, or bring you into a more fucked up situation to put you through more hell than you already have!" Nick growled at her, trying to rein in his temper before he got really furious with her, and possibly hurt her.
"I am done with this! I can't do this either! I have made it clear on so many occasions that I want you, that I fucking love you more than anyone else, and that I want to wait for you if I have to, but you always seem to let it pass over your head!" Courtney yelled, walking past him, only for Nick to grab her arm again, the grip tight and almost painful before he twisted her around to bring her up against him, into a smoldering hot kiss that would have made nun's panties wet.
