Kelsie McCollum's physical well-being was now sacrificed, daily, at the altar of carnal desire.
She was lucky if she could get a few hours of sleep per night. During the day, Kelsie nodded off in most of her classes--when she made it to class at all. When Kelsie was actually conscious during her lectures, she simply sat and counted the minutes until she could get back to Howard Hall. Once she was back in her room, she counted the minutes until Chris would return to Howard. When Chris did return, Kelsie counted the minutes until the coast was clear for her to sprint down to his room.
And then, Kelsie would count the seconds.
Every second that Chris's tongue lashed against her clit. Every second he gently took her nipples between his teeth. Every second he moaned and squirmed as she dared to run her lips along his dick. Every second he stared into her eyes with barely checked desire as, together, they hungrily labored to open Kelsie's pussy to Chris's massive, throbbing shaft. Every second his touch drove her into another writhing orgasm. Every second she felt Chris groan and buck above her as he pumped his seed within her tightness. Kelsie counted them all.
When the two could pleasure each other no further, they would lie in Chris's bed and talk. As they traded kisses and discussed their lives, their families, their pasts, and their future goals, the weeks they had spent apart at Perion faded away. In these moments, they were each other's entire world; whatever drama had come before this point was a faded memory. Finally, their arms and bodies intertwined, Kelsie and Chris would drift off for perhaps an hour...until that merciless 4am alarm on Kelsie's phone reminded her that she had to return through the empty hallways to her own room...where she would pass out for a few more hours, then wake up and do it all again.
It was ecstasy. It was madness. It needed to last forever. It was utterly unsustainable.
Away from Chris's room, Kelsie's throttled mind may have wished to shut out the real world completely...but there was now, nonetheless, a mountain of inescapable clarity.
The first thing that had become clear: Exactly how Kelsie was able, repeatedly, to secret herself down to Chris's room.
This was all the work of Jason Lim.
Kelsie now knew exactly what Alexia had "achieved" on the night that she had held the tip of Jason's dick prisoner inside of her sumptuous ass: Jason's unmatched computer-hacking skills were now at Alexia's disposal...and Jason and Alexia had leveraged those skills in the name of surveillance.
Jason had written code that patched him into every security camera on the Perion campus. If something was happening outdoors at Perion, day or night, Alexia could watch it in real time right from her laptop. This would have been an incredible feat by itself...but Jason had also installed hidden high-resolution cameras throughout the hallways of Howard Hall that tapped into the existing power supply.
Thanks to Jason's brilliant work, if, for example, someone needed to know the exact moment that certain hallways were clear of foot traffic so that someone could sprint down to a certain quarterback's dorm room without being seen...well, every piece of information that certain someone would need to accomplish her goal was right there on Alexia's laptop screen. It was truly phenomenal. Kelsie was beyond grateful to Jason, and she had told him so many, many times.
This--the incredible, loving, selfless work of Kelsie's friends--was the positive clarity.
Then, there was the rest of it.
In short, everything in Kelsie's life now seemed to be at the mercy of a ticking clock.
As Jason had mentioned numerous times: All of his Mission: Impossible-esque hacking tricks and all of the cameras he had installed would go undetected only as long as no one was looking for them--indeed, this was why he had fought Alexia on the idea for so long in the first place. A maintenance project in Howard Hall, a deep system scan by the Perion cybersecurity team, etc, and the jig would be up...and, as Jason was prone to nervously pointing out: A computer-whiz who had been accused of sexually filming the Preditorettes wouldn't exactly be the last person on the suspect list.
Then there were the deteriorating conditions of Kelsie's and Chris's physical states. All of this sleep deprivation was taking its toll. The massive problem with this was that one of the two secret lovers happened to have the most high-profile job on the Perion campus. Chris had not been his normal self on the field in the Perion Predators' football game over the past weekend. The team had eked out a victory nonetheless, but Chris had not thrown the ball well, and people had absolutely noticed. This, of course, had only negatively reinforced poor Chris, who, Kelsie knew, counted on the joy he felt out on the field to counteract everything else that was so difficult for him to endure in his public life.
Chris would never have offered a public excuse for his poor play; the explanation that he had circulated within the locker room, which his teammates quickly accepted, was that Chris had been feeling under-the-weather for most of the past week--which, technically, was true.
And, of course, this same explanation--being sick--was the one that Chris was currently using to deal with the most glaring piece of clarity of them all.
She was out there, waiting.
She was across campus in her ivory tower, biding her time until her prized possession--Chris--got over his cold.
But she wouldn't stay away forever.
Soon enough, Cooper Deering would come calling for her man.
Kelsie, Alexia, Jacqueline and Kaykay had spent plenty of time talking about how to deal with this looming crisis. They had agreed to monitor the cameras in shifts: If any of them spied Deering leaving Pi Shop and heading in the direction of Howard Hall, they would get word to Chris. They would get him out of his room and into a public space within the dorm...where Deering could not unleash her sexual wiles on Chris.
But this was a temporary measure, at best, and they all knew it.
In the meantime: Kelsie's lusty sprints down into Chris's powerful arms had become appointment-viewing for the small cadre of friends who, together, shared this torrid secret. To Kelsie's surprise, her own dorm room had become a crowded gathering place over the past several evenings...
...including tonight, when Jacqueline, Kaykay, Jason, and Erika had all joined Kelsie and Alexia.
As the friends talked, they each kept an eye on Alexia's laptop, waiting for that perfect moment when the hallways would clear and their petite blond heroine could make her mad dash toward romantic pleasure.
Unfortunately, on this night, that perfect window had yet to present itself.
"These two, by the second floor stairwell?" Jason queried from over Alexia's shoulder. "Do they always sit outside their room on the floor like this?"
Alexia, who was sitting in a chair at her desk, toggling between various camera feeds on her laptop, shook her head with a frown.
"No," she replied. "That's Madison and Veronica. I don't know WHAT the fuck they're doing. They need to get the hell back in their room."
"Sorry it's a tight angle there," Jason returned. "That camera is mounted in the corner almost right above them. Even with the fisheye lens, it's tight...I didn't think anyone would ever pick that particular spot to sit down."
"It's fine," Alexia responded. "It's worth it to be able to get the whole hallway on one lens like that. I can multi-screen three floors and not have to keep rotating feeds..."
Jason and Alexia had been calmly studying the screen, together, for a while now...
...while the rest of the people in the room studied Jason and Alexia.
The fact that the two persisted with this ridiculous, nonchalant charade--acting like two security guards at a video monitor as opposed to a boy and girl who had recently drowned in each other's lust--was starting to majorly grate on everyone else.
Unsurprisingly, Kaykay was the first to break.
The dark beauty jumped off of Kelsie's bed, marched over in her purple satin pajama top and shorts, leaned over the side of the desk, stuck her finger into her mouth, and made an exaggerated "throwing up" noise.
"THAT. That's you two." Kaykay spat. "Fucking DO IT already! Every fucking night, it's this."
Kaykay made the throwing up sound again.
