Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: First attempt at a story, don't bash me too hard. The series isn't going to have much sex but I'll try to make the sex parts good.|
Every Step You Take
Hey, my name is Jules. I'm currently a freshman at one of the nation's biggest community colleges and it's not as easy as it everyone makes it out to be. I graduated top 100 in my class and although I thought I'd be eligible to get almost any scholarship I wanted, they all fell through. Coming from a single parent household (living with my grandmother since I was 2 weeks old), it's not like money grows on trees. Especially on the south side. Every since I turned 16, I've been whoring it out on Craigslist for extra cash, which helped me to get through high school, help my grandmother pay a few bills here and there, and have cash to blow. When I graduated last year, I told a few kids in band that the money I used to buy all of the color guard equipment wasn't exactly "clean" money, but they loved me for it anyways so we left it alone.
Now I'm sitting here, 19 years old, second semester in college trying not to sleep completely through this Psychology class. Before I go on any further, let me give you a run down of what I look like.. I'm just over 5'9, athletic build from being in marching band all 4 years in high school and becoming the guard instructor this year, light-skin complexion, short hair that I bleach every now and then, light brown eyes that changes shades with my mood and of course, a hefty cock that could take on the world.
Back to me sitting here. Psychology 101. Boooo. I love this professor, she's bipolar and it shows, and she makes us feel like we're at home. It's a lecture type class with over 60 students, so it's one of those types of classes that has decks and what not. I usually just sit here with my trusty psych buddy Shannon and take notes and laugh at any jokes the professor cracks. The guy in front of me is seriously cute, and I've let him know many times that he's cute. Of course, being the straight stud he is, he just grins and turns around. Cool, whatever, I was just being nice anyways.
After 3 hours, the professor wraps up her lesson about classic conditioning and lets us go until next time. Shannon, a girl I met back in middle school taps my arm and points at her phone. In my head I say to her "Yes bitch, I see you're on the phone with your baby daddy..", but I manage to say "I'll leave you to it".
So with that I drag out of the classroom and sit on one of the benches over looking a patio 3 floors down on the ground floor. I couldn't help but feel like it was a great day. My next class was canceled, I had some cash in my pocket from last night's steamy rendezvous, and most of all, I didn't have to worry about going to work at the high school today because the school had testing.
After a few minutes of waiting on Shannon, I decide to just let her go to her next class and I head out to the bus stop. Geez I hate not having a car. Oh well, I'll save for one when the time is right. 10 minutes later, I get on the bus and take a seat in the back so I could see who's getting on. Then HE got on. The HE that I've been drooling all over in another class. He's so perfect to me! Same build as me, same height, a little quirky though, but he's funny, seems nice and knows his shit about writing. I declared him my class rival because neither of us have never recieved anything lower than an A on an essay.
But here was was, wearing those black jeans I love so much along with a orange muscle shirt heading in my direction. Sweet Jesus! I never talk to him because I get so tongue tied, and here he is, about to sit next to me! Okay, he's right.. right.. right.. Oh. Bummer. He sat in the seat in front of me. I wonder if he even noticed me. I bet I looked stupid sitting there with my mouth gapped open and tongue ring glittering. Heh, play it off right? Wrong. I scoot over next to the window and slip my shades on. I can't wait to get home and take a nap.
-- -- --
It's dark, it's cold, it's windy.. Where the hell am I? Is this a park? How'd I end up here? Who's that walking towards me in the distance? Jim? The guy from my writing class? I have to ask him what's going on! "Jim!!"
"Hey, uh, what park are we at?"
"The one you love so much, duh."
"What the fuck do you know, Jim?"
"Everything bud. Every-fucking-thing."
Just then he slowly reaches out ,grabs my crotch and squeezes. I let out a quite moan as he leans in and nibbles my neck, making me squirm. Dammit, he knew my hot spot. He wraps his other arm around my shoulder and he bites my ear. I let out a louder moan. My dick started to shift in my jeans as he keeps massaging it as if it was his own. My breathing starts to increase as I start to smile. Suddenly, he stops and backs away. I stand there in disbelief as he turns to walk away.
"We have some unfinished business dude!"
He looks over his shoulder at me. I can't read his expression, it's too dark, crap.
"Jim, really, look at me!" I point at the throbbing tent in my jeans.
He starts to laugh and the he disappears. No, fuck that! I start calling his name.
"JIM! JIM! Wait!"
-- -- --
I feel a punch in my arm and I jump to life. I'm back on the bus and Jim is standing over me smiling. I look up into his eyes, and suddenly notice that they're not the same color. One is an icy blue and the other is an lime-ish green. Hm. That's different. He looks me up and down and sits next to me. Where the hell did my shades go?
"Jules, I'm not 100% sure what was going on, but you saying my name over and over is just a little weird."
"I know." I look out the window to hide my grin.
"Soo uhm.. Were you dreaming of me or something?" I look over at him. He seems amused that I didn't want to look directly at him.
"Yeah, maybe. Does it matter?"
He looks away this time and I slump a tad bit in my seat. Shit, I didn't mean to admit to it. The isn't the first time I've dreamed of this stud, but I'd be damned if he knew that. He asks for my phone and calls his phone.
"I'll text you when I get off of work tonight. I have a few questions to ask you Jules." I sigh with anxiety.
"Yeah, umm, sure I guess." I was trying not to sound worried about that.
"Nothing, I'll be waiting, I guess." I flash a cheesy smile at him and he grins that sexy grin I wanted so bad.
We sit there for another 5 minutes stealing glances at each other. I caught him 3 or 4 times looking at me. Very much flattering. Something seemed off. He's a firefighter in training and I'm just me. He's straight and has a girlfriend. At least, that what his Facebook says. No, he's just being nice.
-- -- -- *Fast forward a few hours. I'm home in my room working on homework when I get a call*
"Hello? Hey Jules."
Shit. I knew that voice anywhere. It was my ex Jay. Why the hell would he be calling me? We broke up a few months ago when he decided to hook up with my cousin's sister-in-law. This better be good.
"Jay, dude. Why are you calling me?"
"I just wanted to talk.."
"Fuck you. You played me to the beat and expect me to TALK to you like nothing happened?"
"I love it when you get irritated." That was true. He thought I was cute when I was irritated, shit, don't give in!
"Yeah? Well, what Jay…"
"How was school?"
"I could ask you the same, but I don't care. I'm gonna go now."
"Come on Jules! I need you right now."
"And I need a drink. Bring a bottle of Hpnotiq later on tonight and we can talk for a while."
"Really? Shit, yes! I'm on it!"
I might be 19, but he's 21. I felt bad for using the guy, but we've been using each other for the last 3 years, this time isn't any different. I figure I can get a free bottle and he can fool around. Win-win. He's a baseball player for our college so he's fit. He's of Arab decent, but mixed with black and mexican, so he has some really nice attributes to him. The thing I love about Jay was his skin. The fucker has better skin than almost another chick I know of.
I hang up first and save my work on my iMac. I hated Jay, but the sex was good. I was curious as to what he wanted though. I began to clean up my room and start tidying up the house. I knock on my grandmother's door and tell her "James" was coming over for a while. A moment later she opens her door and tells me okay. We chat for a while before I let her go back to listening to her Bible-related audio books. God I love this woman. Too bad she was against homosexuality and Jay.
I sit on the couch and pull my phone out. 1 missed message from a number I didn't recognize. Welp, I'd reply but I'm too lazy. Nothing to do now but wait on Jay. As I watched the ceiling fan, I suddenly remembered that Jim was going to call tonight! SHIT! How was this going to work?
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