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Saturday
Waking up hungry, all of the members of Alpha Rho Chi head to the kitchen for breakfast. It's a good thing the kitchen is accommodating. The members need space and room. The frat house has a gourmet restaurant style kitchen. It can easily handle 40 frat members. However, currently, the expansive roster of members enrolled in Alpha Rho Chi is one, Zachariah (Zack) Bernstein.
Zack has been the sole member of this fine fraternity, Alpha Rho Chi, since his first day at Jock University. In the beginning, he fought the administration that placed him in the moldy, smelly, abandon frat house. However, once he realized the pleasure of having an entire house to himself, he quit fighting. During a cleaning session, he found a door in the attic. Now, he adores his frat house.
Last time he used the door, he saw his desire, MaryLynn, in a private moment. He now faces a moral dilemma. Last night, when he opened the door to see MaryLynn Bishop, he saw her bedroom through the eyes of her cat. She was preparing for bed while he watched. When she was ready, she laid on her bed. As she lays on the bed completely nude, he saw her start to pleasure herself, he studied every second. His mind recorded every place her hand and toy pleased her intimate areas. This one session gave him more knowledge of what pleases her then one could ever imagine.
Now, he feels guilty of his intrusion into her privacy. 'Should he continue? Should he stop?' The emotional conflicts have been racing in his head all morning. On one hand, he can only think of seeing her by any means necessary, but on the other hand, he knows it's wrong to invade her personal space. The only decision he has made is one way or the other, he wants her.
On the menu in the gourmet kitchen is Frosted Flakes. Two bowls to be exact. After he finishes his breakfast, Zack settles down in the library of the frat house to start his studies. Even thou he rather think of MaryLynn all day, he has to maintain a minimum 3.0 GPA, so the frat boy needs to study.
The library has three round tables in the center with three chairs at each. Only one table is clear for him to use to study. Three of the walls in the dusty library have bookshelves. Each bookshelf is almost full of old dusty volumes of hardbacks, paperbacks, and manuals. The smell of old dusty books fills the room. For being abandoned, this part of the house is impressive. Taking the textbooks he needs from one of the full tables, the sole frat boy sits down to study.
After pulling off a three-hour studying binge of Chemistry and Biology, it's time for a break. To reward all the hard effort, a trip to the attic has been decided. It was a close voting race, but in the end, perversion won. Taking two steps at a time, Zack heads up the enclosed staircase to the attic. It's about thirty minutes before the noon lunch rush, so he assumes she will be working.
Standing in front of the door, Zack closes his eyes. He says aloud, "MaryLynn, MaryLynn, MaryLynn." Then, he turns the doorknob and pulls it open. A light penetrates the attic. It's bright and fills the room. The light of most restaurants around campus tend to be bright, hospital bright, to encourage students to study and consume goods. Once the door is completely open, MaryLynn comes in view.
MaryLynn is standing behind the counter at the Coffeehouse. Her low cut green shirt clings to her over-endowed chest, and the V-neck top provides an ample view of her deep valley of cleavage. As she wipes the counter, her voluptuous breasts bounce, slightly. Her dark hair is up in a loose ponytail which gives the impression she has done some cleaning in the restaurant, today. The expression on her face is calm but bored as she waits for a customer.
It's an intense way to spy on someone, but the door is effective. The view from the door keeps dipping down as the owner of the eyes looks down to drink his/her coffee. The unknowing patron keeps looking around the store and barely focuses on MaryLynn.
Zack shuts the door. He found out the information he wanted. She's at work. Even thou he is unable to concentrate, he returns to his studies for less than an hour as he waits for the lunch rush to pass. Once the time passes, Zack prepares to see MaryLynn in person.
Upon entering the Coffeehouse, Zack heads straight to the counter. She is leaning over the counter with her cellphone in hand. Holding the phone and leaning on the counter, the action is pushing her rack up. The view of her deep cleavage causes Zack's eyes to focus straight to her breasts. When MaryLynn looks up, he pulls his eyes away. When he looks her in the eyes, she has a gentle smile. She knows right where he was looking, but she smiles anyway. His smile grows. He greets the girl of his dreams, "Hey MaryLynn. How's it going?"
"Hey! Good. You? Want your normal?" she replied as she steps to the milk steamer.
"Yep, and a Turkey and Cheese sandwich, please."
"Having lunch, too?"
"Yep," Zack said trying to not be caught staring, again.
"Great. How are classes going?"
Zack watches as she makes the only drink he likes, a Caramel Macchiato. During dozens of trips to the Coffeehouse to just see her, he only found one drink he could tolerate. His eyes go from her flat mid-drift her shirt exposes, to her well-endowed chest, and to her angel like beauty which accented by her dark long hair pulled back in a ponytail. For a smart guy, words always leave his brain around her. He tries to reply to her questions. His eyes back on her chest, he says, "Classes are going great, thanks. Is math class going well?"
"Yes, thanks again for tutoring me. We meet again next Tuesday. Right?"
"Yep, at the library like last time," Zack said with a smile.
"Hey, can you come back here at seven?"
A little confused, Zack replies quickly, "Yes?"
"Great! Mind walking me home? I hate to walk home alone, and Rex is out of town at a game."
"Absolutely, I will," Zack replied not wanting to hear about Rex, her boyfriend.
"OK. Thanks. See ya then," she said sliding his bank card through the machine and handing him the receipt. She smiles sweetly as he walks off to have lunch.