Living at the Frat House - A College Romance

And after I was limp and wrung out, he spanked me just because he could.

Even the memory has me blushing. I’m still struggling with the ‘I shouldn’t really like this’ thing. But I do. I’ve been working hard in my classes, and I was serious when I told Mal that I would do anything to accomplish those goals. And that means that I have to be on my shit one hundred percent of the time.

And when I’m with Malcolm, I don’t have to be. He takes care of the decisions and I get to rest my mind. Not to mention that he showers me with pleasure until it feels like I’m drowning in it. Even if I don’t get to come. There’s a measure of relief in not having to decide.

And we’ve been getting to know each other better. I know about Malcolm’s family and that he’s a business major and loves coming up with marketing schemes, and hopes to work at one of the big marketing firms after he graduates.

Green is his favorite color and he smells like cedar and vanilla. He likes to watch me when he thinks that I’m not looking, like when I’m studying in the kitchen or in one of our bedrooms. He hasn’t brought up the fact that he might have feelings for me that are deeper since that day in the shower, but I’m starting to feel it now.

We’re pulled together like gravity. It feels inevitable.

And right now, I’m only hours away from what I’m sure will be one of the best orgasms of my life. I haven’t come in seven days. Well, that’s not exactly true. I was given another three days, and on the last day I lost control in bed. He was teasing me mercilessly, and I went over. It was a tiny orgasm, and not anything mind-blowing, but he still knew.

And the minute I came I was over his knee, his hand on my ass until it was warm with his slaps. And more until I was gasping and on the edge of another orgasm between pleasure and pain. And I was given another four days.

I couldn’t even argue with him, because I broke the agreement. But god, the last four days have been glorious hell. With our class schedule picking up, there haven’t been any quick fucks in closets, but every night I’m in his bed, practicing taking his cock down my throat and him taking his own pleasure while I resist mine.

It feels like a strange kind of power, holding myself to rules that I don’t have any obligation to follow except for the fact that I gave my word. But today is Friday, and I have nowhere to be tomorrow. At midnight I’m going to pin him down to my bed and ride him until I finish at least three times.

When I’ve created my masterpiece of a salad, I join Bailey and Taylor at the table that we’ve chosen. “Hey!” I say. “It’s been too long.”

“I know,” Bailey sighs. “Dude, these classes have me reading so much that it feels like my brain is swimming. And I’m not a fast reader.”

“I’m buried in diagrams of bones and memorizing nerve points for anatomy. It’s a lot.”

“I’ve been fine,” Taylor says. “I think it’s been a lot of fun so far.”

Bailey and I both share a look with a smile. Taylor hasn’t declared a major yet, and when she does, she’s always talked about declaring a major that doesn’t have a lot of requirements. Whatever path she chooses to take, it’ll be the path of least resistance. Taylor is at school to party, and take over the Tri Deltas when Melody graduates. There’s no question that she’ll be accepted as a legacy.

“Well I’m still happy to see you both,” I say. “We need to make it a more regular thing.”

I’ve started to make friends in my classes, and gotten to know some of the guys in the house. Evan is really kind, and apologized to me for not stepping in and doing more when he texted Malcolm about Jack. He was afraid that Jack would escalate the situation, and I didn’t blame him. But with his friendship, some of the others in the house have been less afraid of me. For a while they couldn’t meet my eyes because they were embarrassed. I’m glad that they’re over that.

Bailey and I have been texting so I know that she’s not mad at me, but she still makes a face. “If we were still rooming together we would see each other a lot more often,” she says.

“I know.”

“How is that going?” Taylor asks. “Is it like…completely awful living with a bunch of guys?”

“Actually,” I say. “It’s been kind of great.”

Taylor blinks at me. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh come on,” Bailey says. “You’re going to have to give us way more details than that.”