Part 9! Hope you enjoy, I experimented with a more romantic smut scene and I'm curious to see how it is received (I'm writing these pretty much at the same time so I expect this to be finished before Part 8 is even published!) enjoy this penultimate and extended chapter!
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The clocks struck 6 PM on this cold winter evening. Campus was quaint and peaceful, as most students had finished their studies for another season until the new year, when semester two begun. Those who where not celebrating their release from the prison that was academic study were packing to take long trips back to their homes for Christmas. The one place around which was nowhere near peaceful or quiet was the student bar; Now beautifully re-designed with Christmas decorations. The most striking new addition was the large tree in the corner of the bar itself, close to the pool table and the dart board. The tree, as well as the tinsel, fake mistletoe and ornaments which peppered the tables and long furnished counter.
Today held no difference than most other evenings from the past week. As exams all over campus where getting wrapped up it was common for students to hang around and have drinks in celebration. Most tables where full of people, creating a loud buzz of voices which rattled throughout the bar, even the music which was booming from the speakers hung up on the top corners of the structure where being overtaken by the all-around cheerful vibe the bar was giving off. The one person in there who was anything but cheerful was Olivia, since her rather steamy and sexual tension-filled date with her co-worker, she had been rather frosty to him. It had been almost two months since that night, and every time he came into work her heart sank with sadness and anger with herself. She would usually have Justin give him agendas per her orders since she was so embarrassed to speak to him face to face. She wanted to desperately to take him somewhere private and tell him why she was being distant; that she wanted to be with him, but she valued her future prospects and if anyone found out she was in a relationship with someone who was known throughout campus as the one who was intimate with a member of staff...she didn't even want to think about it.
At this moment, she was standing far away from George, on the opposite end of the counter. She was looking over at him frequently, trying not to think about him; regularly thinking to herself that keeping distant helps get over boys.
"Boss." Justin called from beside her. Olivia shook her head back to the real world and looked at Justin. He slightly nodded to her hands to show her over pouring a pint, it spilling over her hands and into the grate under the glass. She gasped and quickly pushed the tap back up and handed the drenched glass to the disgruntled girl in front of her. Justin moved over to her and gave her a discolored white rag. She took it quickly and cleaned her hands, taking a long huff before giving it back. She rested her hands on her hips and looked across the bar.
"You ok?" Justin asked concerned.
"I'm fine, just a bit light headed."
"You've been saying that a lot recently." He replied scratching his chin. She looked at him, giving him an annoyed grunt before turning to avoid the confrontation.
"Why don't you just talk to him?"
"Who?"
"You know who I'm taking about. I've seen how you stare at him almost every day. You try to make it seem like you don't care, but its painfully clear to anyone here that you're crazy for him." Olivia tried to tune out his irritating voice, shutting her eyes and crossing her arms under her huge bust.
"You don't understand. I can't. My reputation would go down the toilet and what will that mean for me once I get to be someone who can really change this place?" Justin shrugged, looking back over his shoulder to see George working at a steady pace, casually chatting to some of his classmates while he served. Olivia followed his gaze and watched George, she blushed, and felt her heart beat quickly.
"All I know is, it was much more fun when you two were bursting with sexual tension. You were a lot more laid back and less mopey, that's for sure." Olivia did not reply, only thought to herself as he spoke those words to her. Her heart suddenly dropped as she spied out of the corner of her eye who walked into the door.
The long blonde hair was unmistakable. The bright green eyes which shone in the light of the bar, smooth pale skin almost glowing with perfection as she strutted into the bar by her lonesome. She was wearing a skimpy, rather tight-fitting tank top with her silver necklace draped around her neck, the green gemstone sandwiched between her DD breasts. Clinging to her toned, thick legs was a pair of leather leggings, them too looking rather tight for her naturally gifted curves. She wore a wide smile as she looked across the bar, seeing everyone's happy faces and the cheery aura which enveloped the place. Olivia stared at her from the end of the counter, leaning forward to rest her head in her hand which was resting on the wet wooden counter, not caring that the spilled drink and other liquids where staining her lower top as her tits naturally rested on the counter. She liked Amy; she really did. But knowing that she had an odd interest in the same boy she liked made her dislike her as much as many other women on campus.
Before even seeing Amy come into the bar, George was with his friends, casually discussing their exam which was plaguing their minds ever since the week before when they where locked in that hall, in complete silence as they worked through the difficult paper. George was certain that he did well on it, even though at times his thoughts where focused more on Olivia than the textbooks and power point slideshows which was given for him to study thoroughly. Mike, Steve and Emma where all going to be going home for the holidays, even Alexa left early after her mid-year breakdown since she broke it off with John. After today, George was going to be pretty lonely for a while, at least until Alexa and his three good friends came home in January. It plagued his mind since the end of the exam, what would he do with all that time on his hands?
"Hey guys." The foursome heard from behind them. They all turned to face the noise while George looked up from cleaning a glass. Amy stood behind them smiling happily. They all greeted, including George. She looked up at him and smiled even brighter.
"Good evening, what a pleasant surprise that you'll be serving me today George." She sat beside Emma on a stool, winking at him as she pouted her plump lips, giving off her naturally sexy aura to the small group. George could smell her perfume, it was powerful, and delightful. Emma turned to her and started talking like old friends to Amy. Ever since things went pear shaped with Olivia, it seemed Amy had started to see George, Mike, Steve and Emma a lot more than usual.
"What you having?" George asked as he prepared a clean glass for her.
"Hmm..." She hummed softly, eyes dating around the assortment of empty bottles which smartly lines the back wall of the bar.
"Surprise me..." She giggled and watched George as he prepared a smaller glass, scooping up two large ice cubes into the glass before pouring a brown liquid over the ice; the glass filled slowly, getting just halfway full before he slid it to her.
"That'll warm you up in the cold weather." He exclaimed before pushing a small straw into the liquid. Amy gracefully took the glass and took a small sip, sighing satisfied before looking into his eyes and muttering.
