Connor looked up from his seat on the bench. Kayla, Stacy, and Grace approached down the path from the dining hall. The latter two noticed him first, cautious looks springing up on their faces.
"Well, we'll see you later," Stacy spoke up, sharing a pointed look with Grace.
"Yeah, we need to, uh, go to the library," Grace added.
Kayla noticed him next, and rolled her eyes, but did not fight them on their hasty retreat.
Connor stood as she strolled up.
"You can't give them the cold shoulder forever."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I'll give them the cold shoulder as long as I want to. You're lucky you're not getting it too."
"My pussy is just too good," she teased, making his cock twitch.
I also may just be an idiot.
The two set off together. Kayla took his hand, fingers twining between his. His cock twitched again at the thought of the two of them soon reaching her room.
After the couple had fucked twice yesterday, Kayla had woken him up with another blowjob, this time sucking him to orgasm, and swallowing every drop of his cum. The memory of her cheekily opening her mouth to show off the lack of contents made his cock twitch a third time. From then until now, his mind had been beset with those memories, and additional thoughts of what the two of them might get up to later.
But even with the added physical dimension of their relationship, Connor was not entirely comfortable walking hand-in-hand with her, to all the world a perfectly normal couple.
You two are fucking now
, came a firm voice.
You don't have to think about him anymore. She can be your girlfriend again.
The statements did not ring particularly confidently in his mind.
Kayla was oblivious to his thoughts, glancing around idly at the people passing by, her sky-blue jacket and white sweatshirt combo standing out in the evening gloom. Despite her outfit not showing off much, besides her leggings accentuating her ass, he could not help but picture her naked, those curves having been fully revealed to him several times now.
The couple took the short staircase up towards her building. Once at the landing, instead of continuing towards the front door, she stopped, and came up close, right against his chest.
He stared at her, caught off guard by the sudden advance.
"I'm going to see Victor," she told him. "And I want you to come with me."
He blinked in surprise.
"...why?"
"Because I think you could learn a thing or two from him."
He waved off the statement, too focused on getting the answer to his question to focus on the insulting implication.
"No, why are you going to see him?"
She frowned.
"To fuck. Why else would I go?"
He felt his jaw go slack for a few seconds.
"I don't get it," he finished, battling a dryness in his mouth. "You don't need him anymore."
A mix of realization and pity crossed her face.
"Oh...did you think I'd stop seeing him because you and I started fucking?"
"Yes! I thought the reason you fucked him in the first place was because you and I weren't!"
She recoiled in surprise at his outburst, but recovered quickly.
"It was a huge part of it. But it's more than that now. Connor, I like having sex with you, and I'm so glad we're doing that now, but you can't give me what Victor gives me."
An angry heat crawled up his neck.
"At least not right now. Which is why I want you to come with me."
"Why the fuck would I want to come with you?"
"Because you liked watching the videos we made, and now you have the chance to see us in person."
He sputtered weakly, unable to manage any sort of viable response.
"I...don't want to see that," came the eventual answer.
She raised an eyebrow, a hand trailing down to the crotch of his jeans.
"Are you sure?"
Her sultry voice combined with the caress to trigger a twitch of his cock. The reaction made her grin.
"I'm sure," Connor shot back, willing his body to settle down.
She rubbed at his jeans, provoking another twitch. A frustrating desire joined his anger.
"I'm going to see Victor," she said, with a tone that indicated finality. "He's going to fuck my brains out. I know you want to watch. And you could pick up some tips."
He stared at her, struggling again to come up with some statement that accurately reflected his mindset.
...the fuck?
A second train of thought made itself known.
Just break up with her. It wasn't the lack of sex. She's just...not yours anymore.
She leaned up towards his ear, her palm flat against the forming bulge in his jeans.
"I want you to watch me get fucked hard. And then I want to come home and have you fuck me hard."
His cock surged towards stiffness, the words sending a shiver down his spine.
She's fucking Victor. But she'll be going home and sleeping and spending more time with me.
"You can't give me what Victor can yet. But Victor and I don't have what you and I have. Especially now that we're going to be having sex."
A strange sense of pride followed. His cock surged again, swelling in his jeans, unable to resist her caresses.
"I've thought about me and Victor a lot since you confronted me."
Connor swallowed, his throat still annoyingly dry.
"And I've come to the decision that once we graduate, I'll be done with him. We have no real future anyway, no matter what he might think."
"Because we've started fucking?"
She nodded.
"If we weren't going to be fucking, would you stay with him after graduation?"
She shrugged.
