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  He was panting, his breath coming hard and fast. Sticky drops of pre-cum coated the head of his shaft, and he rubbed it into the crown. Another few strokes would send him over the edge. He imagined thrusting his cock into her snug pussy. Would it hurt her? She might cry out as her barriers were breached. He’d feel awful causing her pain, but longed to show her the pleasures possible once the sting ended.

  Has she ever experienced an orgasm? He pictured her gorgeous face, twisted in ecstasy, and his own climax erupted. Nick stroked his cock back and forth as ribbons of white cum coated his hand and the wall. Intense shudders wracked him, and it took several minutes to calm his breathing.

  That was merely thinking about her. Imagining what kind of an orgasm she’d give him in real life had Nick’s cock throbbing back to life already. He reached for the soap, smiling.

  * * * *

  Mandy was ready when Nick knocked a few minutes before seven the next evening. “Hey.” She smiled at him as she opened the door.

  Nick’s heart thumped, and he shook his head. “Somehow you manage to look prettier each time I see you.”

  She blushed and touched his arm gently, stepping aside so he could see the other girl in the room. “Nick, I’d like you to meet my roommate and best friend, Dee Anderson. Dee, this is Nick Westchester.”

  “Pleasure to meet you, Dee,” he said politely.

  She looked him over and said “Yeah, you too,” without smiling.

  Friendly, he mused. What was up with these girls and their suspicious natures? It was like they’d never been around guys before. He returned his gaze to Mandy and thought she looked especially lovely in the red blouse tucked into her blue jeans. The bright colour flattered her and her blonde hair almost shimmered. She didn’t wear much make-up, and Nick liked that. Her lips looked full and naturally pink—quite kissable. He cleared his throat. “So, you ready to go?”

  “Sure. Let me get my coat.” She grabbed her jacket and he took it from her, helping her into it.

  Nick caught the look that passed between Mandy and her roommate. Mandy raised her eyebrows as if to say ’See?’, and Dee made a face that replied, ’So what does that prove?’. He bit back a chuckle and put his hand on the small of Mandy’s back. “Shall we?”

  “Yes.” She smiled at him and glanced over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Dee.”

  “Be careful,” Dee called.

  Nick smiled at the girl pleasantly. “We will be. Nice to meet you.”

  “Yeah,” she said as he closed the door between them.

  Nick looked at Mandy. “Your roommate doesn’t approve of men, or is it just me?”

  “A little of both, I’m afraid.” Mandy made a face. “You’d have to understand how we were raised. Our church was a big factor in our lives, and we didn’t have a lot of opportunity to date.”

  “You described your mom as a pretty cool person. The church thing doesn’t seem to fit.” He led her out to his car and headed to his fraternity house.

  “She is cool. Mom turned to religion when dad got sick and leaned on it for a long time. She didn’t allow cussing, stuff like that. But when she met Sam, he teased her into relaxing her standards just a bit.”

  “I think I’d like Sam,” Nick decided and parked in front of his house. “Well, this is it.”

  “Sigma Chi. Wow.” She looked over the huge residence.

  He walked around to her side, opened her door and offered his hand. “I imagine you’ve never been in a fraternity house before.”

  Mandy stepped out, admitting, “You’re right, of course.”

  “When you get in the foyer, you have to strip off your clothes and offer a sacrifice to the gods of the Greek Council.”

  She glanced at him with wide eyes.

  Nick laughed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

  She stopped and pouted. “You suck. Don’t tease me.”

  Still laughing, Nick grabbed Mandy and reeled her in for a kiss. “Yeah, I’d like to suck on these pretty pink lips, that’s for sure.” He kissed her and then pulled her towards the door. “Let’s go in. I’m freezing and hungry.”

  “Me too.”

  The main floor of the house was already full of party-goers. People milled around in groups. Nick hung up their coats and led Mandy to the food table, where they got some snacks and sodas. They found a quiet corner of a sofa to sit and eat.

  “Hey, Westchester.” A man approached them. “Who do we have here?” He looked at Mandy approvingly.

  “Stan, this is Mandy Stevens. Mandy, Stan Carter. Stan’s the president of the fraternity.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” she replied, and Stan took her hand.

  “The pleasure is all mine. If your dance card’s not full, I’ll have to look you up later.” He squeezed her fingers gently.

  Nick reached for Mandy’s hand and snatched it back. “Her dance card is full, Stan. Sorry.”

  The other man shrugged and smiled at Mandy. He made a telephone gesture and mouthed, “Call me.”

  She looked at Nick with surprise as Stan walked away.

  “What a putz,” Nick muttered. “Call me,” he mimicked. “Jerk.”

  Mandy touched his arm. “You sound almost jealous,” she teased.

  He reined in his irritation and blew out a breath. “Sorry. I just hate it when guys do that.”

  “I found it rather flattering.”

  Nick snorted.

  She continued, “But I find your reaction even more flattering. Like you care what people say to me.”

  He looked into her eyes. “Of course I care. I hate to admit how much I care.”

  Mandy set her plate on the coffee table in front of them. “Did what’s-his-name mention dancing?”

  “Yeah.” Nick chuckled, shoving his plate next to hers. “There’s an area set up in the other room.”

  She took his hand. “Want to show me?”

  He looked at her again.

  She smiled. “I thought it might be nice to be in your arms.”

  Nick cleared his throat. “Sounds damn nice. Come on.” They stood, and he led her to the make-shift dance floor. A slow song played, and a few other couples were already dancing. He pulled Mandy into his arms and she slid up next to him seductively. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Nick held her close. “This is nice,” he murmured into her ear.

  “I think so too,” she replied softly, and they danced.

  They separated when fast songs played and came back together on the slow tunes. Each time Nick held her a little tighter, a bit more closely, until he finally pressed his solid erection into her belly. Mandy didn’t pull away or make any movement like she noticed, but he knew she had to. It burned between them like a hot flame.

  He kissed her neck and she bent it wider to allow him more access. Nick almost groaned at her receptiveness and allowed himself to wonder how far things might progress tonight.

  “Hey buddy!” Karl’s loud, jovial greeting separated Nick and Mandy. “How’s the party?”

  Looking at Karl and the dark haired Hispanic girl on his arm, Nick replied, “It’s great. Where have you been?”

  “We just went out for a bite,” Karl answered, still talking a bit too loudly. “You remember Lola.”

  Lola smiled at Nick, and he glanced at her revealing halter top and low cut jeans. He knew her from the crowd they ran with, but they weren’t close.

  “Yeah,” Nick tried to keep the conversation level down. “And you remember Mandy. Mandy, Karl.”

  “Hi,” she said.

  “Hello, Mandy!” Karl blurted out.

  “Have you been drinking?” Nick asked in a hushed voice.

  “Um, just a little!” Karl bellowed.

  “Shhh! We don’t want any trouble here. You need to settle down or leave.”

  “Well…I don’t want to do either!” Karl laughed uproariously.

  “Damn,” Nick muttered and looked at Mandy. “He’s going to get in a shit-load of trouble if he gets caught with booze on h
is breath. Would you mind if I took him upstairs and tried to sober him up a little? I’ll hurry back, I promise.”

  “Of course,” Mandy agreed. “Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

  “Um, maybe you and Lola can get some drinks. She has a twin sister, did you know that?” Nick felt horrible leaving Mandy, but he didn’t want Karl to get caught. He needed a few minutes to straighten out the guy. Hopefully Mandy and Lola could talk while he was gone.

  “Oh, a twin sister?” Nick heard Mandy ask Lola as he led Karl off. They went up to their bathroom and Nick shoved Karl under a cold shower.

  “Son-of-a-bitch!” his friend yelled as the water hit him. “Damn it, Westchester, I’m not that drunk!”

  “You were acting like it,” Nick replied, and turned the water spray colder.

  “Shit!” Karl complained and slapped at the faucet handle until it shut off. “Okay, okay, I’m fine. Lola had this hard lemonade that was kick ass! I couldn’t even taste the alcohol in it.”

  Nick smiled and handed Karl a towel. “So where’s Lola’s sister tonight?”

  “She couldn’t make it. I guess it’s a good thing you got your own date.”

  “Speaking of which, I want to get back to her.”

  “Hang on, buddy. I’m soaked here, and my head is still a little fuzzy. Help me find some dry clothes, will you?”

  Nick made a face at his friend but knew he was the one who got him wet and he should probably help him change. “Come on, jackass,” he muttered, and they went to their room.

  A short while later Nick found Mandy and Lola laughing on the sofa. “What’s going on?” He smiled at them.

  “She’s so funny!” Mandy giggled then took a drink from her cup.

  Lola pointed at Mandy. “This chick is cool, Nicky. You should hang on to her.”

  “I intend to, thanks.” He looked at both women and thought something wasn’t right. “What are you drinking, babe?” Nick took Mandy’s cup and sipped from it.

  “Lemonade,” she replied.

  Nick sputtered when he tasted the strong drink. “This is Hard Lemonade, Mandy.”

  “Tastes pretty soft to me,” she replied, and both women erupted into laughter.

  “Mother fucker,” Nick muttered under his breath. While he sobered up Karl, Lola was getting Mandy drunk.

  “Hey, sorry to be gone so long.” Karl stepped up behind them.

  Nick gave him a dirty look. “You, take care of this one.” He pointed to Lola. “I’ll take care of this one.” He reached for Mandy, and she wobbled up into his arms.

  “Um, hello.” She smiled, looking into his eyes.

  “Uh oh,” Karl commented.

  “Yeah, uh oh,” Nick growled. “This is fucking terrific, Browning. Thanks so much for bringing alcohol into a non-alcoholic party.”

  “Sorry, man,” his friend chuckled.

  Nick gave him another irritated glance and led Mandy away. “We need to get you home.”

  “I don’t wanna go home.” She slid her arms around his neck. “I wanna dance some more.” Mandy pressed her body against his. “Dance with me.”

  Nick’s erection sprang back to life. “We should go,” he murmured without conviction.

  “Dance,” she whispered, kissing his neck.

  He held her up and they danced slowly to the music. He danced, Nick thought wryly, while Mandy climbed all over him. Nick almost swooned at her ministrations.

  She finally made her way to his mouth and kissed him deeply. “Can we go to your room?” she whispered.

  “What?” he replied, surprised.

  “Don’t you have a room here?” She kissed him again. “I’d like to see it. I’d also like to see what’s pressing so hard against my tummy. Show me, Nick. Come on.”

  Mandy’s hand dropped between his legs, and she cupped his crotch. “Oh yeah. This I have to see…and taste. I want to taste it too.”

  Nick’s cock jumped at her words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She squeezed him through his jeans until he thought he might burst.

  “Let’s go to your room…unless you want to show me here.” She reached for his zipper.

  Chapter Three

  Nick savoured the feel of her hand on his groin for a moment before pushing Mandy away. “It’s time to go, sweetheart.” He couldn’t believe the words that came from his mouth. “I need to get you home.”

  “No,” Mandy whined again.

  When she collapsed against him, he knew she didn’t have much struggle left in her. “Let’s go.” He led her to the door, somehow managed to get both their coats on and finally slid her into his car.

  Mandy dozed on the ride back to her dorm, and Nick mulled over in his mind what he was going to tell her roommate. The girl didn’t like him in the first place. She was really going to have a heyday with this.

  He was grateful to find the dorm lobby empty as he half-dragged Mandy inside and up the elevator. This did not look good on so many levels. He hated the idea of explaining it to anyone.

  Nick knocked loudly at her room door.

  Dee answered in her pyjamas. She stared at him warily. “What happened?”

  He glanced around the hallway quickly and said, “Can you help me get her inside, please? I’ll explain the whole thing to you.”

  “Is she hurt?” Dee slid an arm around Mandy, and they carried her in.

  Nick settled Mandy gently on the bed and replied, “No, she’s drunk. I—”

  “Drunk?” Dee screeched. “Do you have a death wish? Are you out of your mind?”

  “If you would let me explain,” he attempted, but she cut him off again.

  “Her step-dad is going to throttle you! He looks like this mild-mannered hippie type, you know? But when someone threatens a member of his family, he goes berserk.”

  “I didn’t do anything to her!” Nick exclaimed. “I was—”

  “And her uncle,” Dee stormed around the room. “He’s wildly overprotective of sweet little Mandy. He’s this big guy who’s probably beat the crap out of people for less reason than this.”

  “Will you calm down and let me explain, please?” Nick got in Dee’s face. “Nothing happened to Mandy. I had to go help a friend, and while I was gone someone gave her a drink, maybe two. She didn’t know what it was. But as soon as I realised what happened I brought her here.” He glanced at Mandy, sleeping on her bed, and back at Dee. “I swear to you, nothing else happened. I would never do anything intentionally to hurt her.”

  “You were supposed to stay with her!” Dee snapped. “How could you leave her alone in a place like that? She’s never been to a frat party before. What if someone…” Dee looked at her friend and took a step closer as if to inspect her clothes.

  “Nothing happened,” Nick repeated insistently. “I was only gone a few minutes and I was right upstairs. I promise you, as soon as I realised what was going on, I brought her home.”

  “Your promises mean nothing to me,” Dee snarled at him. “I don’t know you. Mandy barely even knows you…”

  “Look, Gloria Steinem, I don’t know what’s got you so riled up about the opposite sex, but you’re right about one thing—you don’t know me. But you’re going to get the opportunity to change that, because I like Mandy. I intend to be around, whether you like it or not.”

  “I don’t like it a bit,” Dee hissed. “And I don’t think her family will either, once I’ve called them.”

  Nick’s stomach lurched. “Don’t do that! Please, Mandy is fine. Let her sleep it off, talk to her tomorrow, and she’ll confirm that nothing happened. If she wants to tell her folks, that’s up to her. But please, let her decide.”

  Dee seemed to think it over for a minute and finally said, “I guess we can wait until tomorrow. They don’t need to be driving up here tonight, all upset.”

  Exhaling with relief, Nick nodded. “Exactly. Mandy will be fine. She might have a headache or she might throw up. But she’ll be okay.”

  “You need to leave.” Dee backed him to
the door.

  “I’m going. I’ll call her tomorrow.”

  “She won’t want to talk to you.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Nick replied angrily. They stared at each other for a moment before he left, slamming the door behind him. He hoped she was wrong. I pray she’s wrong.

  * * * *

  Mandy woke the next morning with a killer headache. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She started to roll over, but the room seemed to spin, so she lay very still, trying to remember. They’d gone to the Sigma Chi house. She remembered eating and dancing with Nick, but after that her mind was fuzzy. She vaguely remembered groping him in the crotch, but that couldn’t have happened.

  She bolted upright. Could it? Making a mad dash for the door, Mandy ran down the hall to the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty, and she dropped in front of a toilet and threw up.

  She didn’t know what had happened for sure the previous night, but she had some images in her mind that frightened her. When her stomach was empty, Mandy peeled out of her clothes and stood under the shower spray. As she rubbed a bar of soap over her skin, she took a mental inventory of how she felt. Does anything feel different?

  No. She felt the same as always. Mandy skimmed the soap over her breasts and between her legs, noting that there were no changes whatsoever. If anything had happened, she felt sure she’d notice something.

  Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and dried off. With no clean clothes, she was forced to put on the ones she’d slept in until she was back in her room.

  When she returned, Dee sat up and looked at her. “How do you feel?” Dee asked suspiciously.

  “Lousy.” Mandy grabbed clean clothes and began to change. “What happened to me?”

  “According to your date,” she said with thick sarcasm, “he left you alone in the frat house and someone gave you alcohol.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Mandy said, suddenly remembering that line of events. “I thought it was lemonade! It tasted really good, and I drank two before I realised something was up.”

  “I can’t believe he left you alone at a frat party!” Dee insisted. “What a jerk!”