The phone woke Derby. He had been dreaming of girls. Christy, the girl he had fucked last night, was sucking his cock in his dream. The tall redhead, Melissa, who he planned to seduce next, was riding his face, her long legs clamped around his ears. His left hand was fondling the big tits of Josie, the Hispanic girl on his short list of girls to fuck, while his right hand was brutally fingering the tiny, hairless cunt of the tiny Asian girl, Anna. Every one of the girls was screaming their passion for him.
Then his ex-girlfriend, Megan appeared. She made her way quickly around his bed, grabbing the girls and yanking them away from him. When they were all cowering, naked, against the wall, Megan looked him in the eye and said, "You're not man enough to have them. You weren't man enough to keep me. You may have a big cock, but that's not enough. You're weak. You're worthless. You can't even get it right when you try to kill yourself. No woman really wants you." Her face bore such a hateful, spiteful look that it began to change into the horrid mask of a witch.
Derby was glad his phone rang and woke him. He lay there in a cold sweat, getting his bearings. He heard Christy's sweet, sunny answer to his voicemail greeting. She said, "Hey sexy. It's Christy. I really enjoyed last night. Call me."
He was still recovering from his nightmare. He hated Megan for what she had done to him. Who the fuck did she think she was, rejecting him? But she had done it. She hadn't been nasty to him in person like she had been in his dream, but the hurt was just as real. The damage was done. And she was right. He hadn't been able to keep the woman of his dreams, the woman he had fantasized about spending the rest of his life with.
In a way, he was almost grateful to Megan. She had taught him something. The pain of rejection was far worse than the pain of a broken bone or an abscessed tooth because it was a pain of the soul. The only way to ensure that he would never feel that pain again would be to never let a woman get that close to him again. If he refused to feel, he could not hurt. Megan had made him see how to be happy. Enjoy, don't commit. Use, don't feel. Find 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em.
Christy had been good last night. She was pretty and she had a nice little body. She had let him do things, and she had done things to him, that he was sure she had never done before. She had gotten off, and she had made him cum. She had worshiped his cock. She had appreciated the way he had fingered, licked, and fucked her. She had drained him dry, which was what he had wanted. If she had thought he owed her anything after that, too bad.
Derby wasn't about to call her, at least not until he had sampled the wares of a few other girls. If he ran out of prospects, he could always go back to her and have her service him again.
Derby got up and headed for the shower. He wanted to get dressed and out of there as quickly as possible, because he didn't want to waste time pretending to be polite when his new roommate, Martin, and his family showed up. Martin seemed like he was a loser, which probably meant his family was a bunch of losers, too. Derby had decided that he was a winner. It was time to get out there and win a night in the sack with another girl.
In the shower, Derby reviewed his options. Melissa, with her long legs, hourglass figure, and wavy red hair? Josie, big boobs, bubble butt, and smoking Latina looks? Anna, with her miniature body and geisha-girl submissiveness? He decided to take them in the order he had found them. Melissa was his next prey.
As he dried himself, he felt the stirrings of arousal. He decided to go commando under his jeans. It made him feel more manly, and he knew he filled the jeans well. They weren't that tight, but if you were looking, you could see. Derby believed that girls who looked at him carefully would see that he had something they might want. What the hell, he thought, when you go fishing, make sure you have good bait.
He left the dorm and walked, taking in the sights. There were a few more girls that he hadn't seen yesterday that might suit his needs – cute, young, and walking with their eyes downcast, as though they had no self-confidence. He almost stopped to chat up a few of them, but stopped himself. He needed to focus on his mission, which was to get in Melissa's pants. In, and out. Fuck her, and move on. Yeah, he liked that idea. No chance of getting bored. No chance of getting complacent. No chance of getting involved. All of which meant, no chance of getting hurt.
He pulled out his phone and called Melissa's number. A man answered. Derby almost hung up, but realized that his number would show on her call log, so he said, "I may have the wrong number, sir. Is Melissa there?"
"My daughter should be back here in a minute. Who is this?"
"Oh, hi Mr. Jamison, it's Derby, the guy who helped you unload her stuff yesterday."
"Oh yes, Derby. I really appreciated your help, and my wife and Melissa were glad you volunteered to be their pack mule, too. I honestly don't know why one girl needs so much stuff."
"I know what you mean, sir. I have twin sisters. They almost need to rent storage units just to house all their junk. I guess it's part of being female."
"Here's Melissa, Derby," her father said, laughing.
Melissa got on the phone. "Hi, Derby!"
"Hey, Melissa. Are you settled in?"
"I'm getting there. Mom and Dad stayed in the motel across from campus last night. We just came back from buying some shelf and cabinet kits. Now we're going to assemble them so I can put the rest of my things away. There's just not enough storage space in these rooms."
Derby said, "How about if I come over and lend a hand? My whole bedroom at home was filled with that kind of furniture. I had fun assembling it. I'd love to help you guys."
"Great. Come on over," Melissa said. Then she lowered her voice. "Dad has no idea what he's doing."
In a few minutes, Derby was knocking on Melissa's open door. She had a single room, with no roommate. He could see pieces of furniture kits scattered everywhere, parts bags, instruction sheets, and packaging materials strewn like the wreckage from a tornado.
"Derby, come in," Melissa said, stepping carefully through the debris field. Hmmm, she looked good. A college logo t-shirt, fresh from the campus store, thin enough that he could see the outline of her bra, athletic shorts which looked great above those amazingly long and shapely legs, and sneakers were all she wore. Her wavy red hair was pulled back in a sloppy pony tail, loose tendrils straying out at the sides to frame her face.
Her Dad smiled a greeting from the far end of the floor. He looked relieved to see Derby. "This girl's going to be the death of me yet," he said. "I damn near broke my back hauling these boxes up here, and now I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to figure out how to put this stuff together. I don't even know if all the parts are here. 'Insert tab on panel B into slot on panel A and fasten with clip #1.' What the hell does that even mean?"
Derby surveyed the mess. Apparently, they had unpacked all the boxes at once and had mixed up the components. No wonder her Dad was confused. "Want some help?" he asked.
"Sure. The faster I can get this stuff together, the faster we can get on the road. It's about a 5-hour drive to get home," Melissa's Dad said. "I think we've made a mess of this. We shouldn't have opened all the cartons at once. I didn't know that all these parts would look so similar."
