Note from the Author: Ok so it looks like I'm gonna continue this. This is the first time writing for Literotica so I am trying to get a hang of the time delay it takes to upload the stories. I will do my best to get them up every Friday or Saturday. Also, since I sometimes listen to music while I write this I thought it would be cool to show you guys what I listen to as I write. Let me know if it enhances your read. I hope you enjoy this and don't worry it is going to get really hot real soon if this one didn't do it for you. Comments are always welcome.
-Milo the Great
Snakehips - Days With You ft. Sinead Harnett
DJ Katch - The Horns (For the later part in the party)
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Chapter 2: The Celebration
Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The big hand pointed to the 4 while the little hand pointed to the 3. Pencils scratching paper were the only noise to be heard other than the clock. Tapping. Tapping. Tapping. Sam began to tap his pencil on the desk. He looked up at the board. Only 10 minutes left.
'Shit.' He thought.
He looked at his answer sheet and scanned how many he left blank. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. He flipped the page in his packet to find the first question that he left blank. As he went through the numbers to find his question his phone started to vibrate. He had to let it go. He was almost done. Only 10... no 9 minutes left now. He found his question. It read: 'The superego is what provides you with your moral standards. What is the Id?' Sam knew this one but couldn't bring up the answer which is why he skipped it in the first place.
'Think Sam, Think.'
He thought long and hard but nothing came to mind. All of a sudden his mind wandered back to the night he met Kelly's family. His eyes were glued to everything they shouldn't have been glued to. Then he started to think. He was getting somewhere with this thought.
'If the superego is what provides me with my morals, and I was trying so hard to avoid looking at Kelly's sisters body to fulfill those morals, then...'
He found the answer. He was surprised though that the thought of staring at his girlfriends sisters ass as it bounced down the stairs last weekend actually helped him answer one of his questions. He thanked his dirty mind for helping him and just brushed it aside.
Sam looked up at the clock. 3:23. Only 7 minutes to go and 4 questions left. He flipped the page to find the next question right at the top. He read through it and answered it. The next question was right below it. Question after question he got 3 of them out of the way in a matter of 3 minutes. The last question dealt with Sigmund Freud and the Oedipus Complex. He remembered that one clearly and filled in the answer. Finally done but he started to think; Did Kelly ever have sexual feelings about her father? The Oedipus Complex didn't directly deal with that but he thought of the tale behind it and then thought of Kelly. He took a step back in his mind and asked himself another question; Did he ever have sexual feelings towards his mother?
His mother was 42 years old but looked 35. The years were catching up to her but she still tried to make herself look good. She took pride in keeping herself skinny and not letting her metabolism screw her over. She still had curves in the right place. To Sam she was 'OK' but some of his friends made dirty comments that he punched them for. Jack especially.
Speaking of Jack, he was taking the same exam as Sam. He got up and packed his pencils away in his bag, put on his jacket, and headed towards the exam proctor. As he walked, he scanned the room in search of his friend. Nothing. He handed his exam in and started to head out. Through the aisles he looked around. Still no sign. He reached the end of the aisle and as he was looking to the right, a nudge can from the left. He turned his head quickly and made eye contact with Jack. He saw desperation in his eyes, he was struggling. Sam couldn't do anything though but he did want to mess with him a little bit.
"C." Sam whispered.
"Fuck you." Jack whispered back.
Sam kept walking and head through the doors to freedom. He was done. For him it seemed like an eternity in there and the whole semester as well. One semester down and only one more to go until he never had to take another exam ever again. It hadn't dawned on him until he finally broke the seal to the double doors of the torture chamber he was just in. He started to feel happy and calm but also a little nostalgic. This was his home for 4 years and he was going to have to leave it soon.
Sam and Kelly attended Penn State and they both came for different reasons. Sam lived in Pennsylvania so he got in state tuition which he didn't really need but it was nice. Kelly on the other hand lived in New Jersey and chose Penn State because she was very close to her grandfather. Even though her own father told her to choose any other school, she went with Penn State because her grandfather attended it and had no complaints. Leah on the other hand wanted to get as far as possible from, as some would call it, "The Dirty Jers". Her parents fought against it but she wasn't taking no for an answer. She loved the sun, loved the campus, and she absolutely loved to party, so it was a no brainer for her to choose UCSB.
Sam stood outside taking it all in. He then remembered his phone interrupted him during his exam. He took his phone out and looked at the message he received. It was from Kelly. She wanted him to let her know when he finished his exam. She ended saying she was done and need to wind down. He texted back that he just finished and that he had a breakthrough that they only had one semester left. He returned his phone to its nuzzled spot in his pocket where it always was and decided to wait a bit for Jack to finish seeing as there was only 5 minutes left when he finished.
He started to hear a lot of shuffling come from the other side of the "prison gates" and attached his gaze towards them. One by one, students started shuffling out either texting, reviewing notes to see if they got questions right, or were just in depression mode. Jack had to have been one of the last people to hand in his exam. He was probably filling in random answers as they went around and collected.
"Well?" Sam asked.
"I need a beer." Jack replied with a sigh. "Or maybe a shot... or 10 shots."
"Aw come on it wasn't that bad"
"If I get a C in the course I will be happy."
"Same but I am aiming for B. I know I got at least 75% of the questions right. I just had a little trouble towards the end."
"20. No maybe 15% for me."
They started to head out of the building and towards their apartment which was on the complete opposite side of campus.
"Shit, did you not study?"
"I shouldn't of had to study for that. Most of the people last year said that as long as I went to every class I would do just fine. I went to every class Sam. Every class."
"Did you actually... um... pay attention when you went?" Sam chuckled.
"Well."
"There you go, thats where you fucked up. How did you expect to learn anything if you didn't even pay attention. You can't just go to class and expect the material to just pop into your head just by being there."
"Worked in my Psych of Art class."
"That's a different story."