Living at the Frat House - A College Romance

“Sorry,” I said. “I just get a little passionate about it.”

“I like it,” he said. “You should be passionate about what you want to do. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“Yeah,” I said, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sometimes people think it’s a little weird that I am so over-the-top into nutrition and health. Especially Taylor. She thinks that I’m a bore, and that we should be using our time in college to have fun and go crazy before we have any responsibility in life. But I just don’t see it that way. We have time to prepare ourselves for the world and we need to take advantage of it. Not waste it doing pointless shit.

“Well, that’s why.”

He nodded. “That’s a good reason. Make sure to keep up with all your work.”

“That might be hard if you keep grabbing me and fucking me.”

Malcolm grinned, and I got distracted by the dimples in his cheeks. He’s so handsome it’s just not fair. “If you have schoolwork that you need to do, that’s a priority,” he said. “Make sure I know.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me that you’re going to prioritize my schoolwork over sex?”

His eyebrows matched mine, and he faked horror. “You think that I wouldn’t?”

I just stared at him, and he laughed. “Fine, you caught me. I’ll still fuck you, but I’ll make it shorter.”

“That sounds more like it,” I said, smirking.

“Besides,” he said, “I think you’re starting to enjoy it.”

I hesitated. “Maybe.”

His only response was to roll on top of me and test how thoroughly I had been enjoying him and his attention.

Now, as I wait in line for my coffee between classes, I keep looking around for him. He’s been sneaking up on me in these short breaks and I never know when it’s going to happen. But this seems like exactly the time he would do it.

I have anatomy in about fifteen minutes. Just enough time for him to strike. And sure enough, a hand curves around my waist when I’m looking in the other direction. “You still don’t manage to see me coming,” he says.

“You are surprisingly sneaky. But I don’t have a lot of time.”

“That’s okay, I don’t need much time.”

“What am I supposed to tell people when they ask me how long you last?”

Malcolm looks a little shocked, and then grins so wide he could be a second sun. “My little pet, are you flirting with me?” he whispers against my ear.

“Is that allowed?”

I can feel his lips smiling. “It’s encouraged. What were you going to order?”

“Peppermint tea.”

He grins and lowers his voice. “I’ve got you. You’re going to go to the bathroom and put this on.” He hands me a small bag. “It’s brand new, and it’s been cleaned.”

“What the fuck?”

I go to open the bag and he stops me. “Not here.”

“Malcolm, what’s going on?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Go to the bathroom and put it on. Now, Juno.”

The tone in his voice tells me that this is not negotiable. I swallow and take the bag and go to the bathroom, anxiety bubbling in my gut. I shut myself in the stall and open the bag, and my eyes go wide. Now I know why he didn’t want me to open it while we were waiting in line. This is a sex toy.

I’ve never done something like this before. I never had the money to buy one, and I didn’t exactly need one when my fingers worked just as well. This is small and curved, and the little book of instructions that come with it show me that it inserts inside me with a little arm that rests directly over my clit.

He wants me to put this on now? Oh fuck. Anxiety simmers in me, but at the same time I agreed to be his for the week, and if I walk out of here without putting this on he won’t be happy. We haven’t addressed what will happen if I disobey some of his orders, but I imagine that it will be some kind of punishment that’s fun for him, and frustrating for me.

The little toy feels strange inside me, and I take a minute to get it settled properly. Just like the instructions show, the little moveable arm rests directly on my clit with steady pressure. When it turns on, and I’m sure that it does, that’s going to be either amazing or excruciating.

Even though I know there’s no possible way it’s true, I feel like everyone knows when I walk out of the bathroom that I’m different. That I’m doing something naughty and a little scandalous. But that’s only me projecting, because not a single person is looking at me differently, and Malcolm is at the counter getting my cup of peppermint tea.

He grins when he hands it to me. “Well?”