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My mother insisted that I claim the top bunk in my dorm room, and had been fixated on this idea for weeks now. The first time she rattled off her reasoning—which mostly involved the decreased (though not eliminated) likelihood that my bedding would be desecrated by bodily fluids belonging to individuals other than myself and Bella—I thought she’d lost her mind. I wasn’t approaching college with a puritanical attitude, but at the same time, this was Princeton. I didn’t expect everyone to study all day every day, but it was the nation’s highest-ranked undergraduate institution. I seriously doubted there would be constant Bacchanalia. That was, of course, until I met my roommates.

Mike Newton seemed harmless enough, if seemingly more interested in lawn parties and “over-age pussy” than academics. I didn’t anticipate problems getting along with him, though I doubted he and I would ever connect on a level beyond casual acquaintances who happened to share a dorm room. I was far more optimistic about my other roommate, Tyler Crowley. Like me, he had a girlfriend from home he was planning to visit whenever possible and seemed very focused on his studies. Then five minutes after his parents left, he unpacked a three-foot bong and over a dozen 35mm film canisters containing marijuana.

“Uh, yeah, this is a huge problem,” I said when I saw him stash them in the closet we were going to share.

“Edward has a point. No one shoots film anymore. You need a better storage system.”

I was more than a little shocked Mike was being so nonchalant about this, but I kept this thought to myself.

“I still shoot film. My camera’s going in there, too,” Tyler explained.

“Yes, but the individual containers would indicate an intent to sell. You don’t have more than fifty grams, do you?” Mike asked.

“I don’t think so.”

Wait.

What?

I looked at them in disbelief. “How do you guys know all this stuff?”

“My father’s an attorney,” Mike explained. “He always told me I should understand laws before I broke them.”

“Oh.” I tried to process what I was hearing.

“Have you ever smoked?” Tyler asked.

“No.” I shook my head.

They looked at me like I was on drugs and then continued their discussion. Four minutes and thirteen seconds later, while they were still debating hash-hiding systems, I realized that I had no more obligations for the rest of the day.

“Do either of you mind if I invite someone over?”

When neither of them voiced an objection, I took my phone out of my pocket and called Bella, who answered on the first ring.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

I laughed. “And I didn’t expect to make it this far into the day with calling you. Funny how that works.”

“How are things going?”

I wanted to tell her that my roommates were drug addicts and I was horny as hell, but somehow I didn’t think she would appreciate that information. She seemed uncomfortable enough with our physical distance as it was.

“I’m settled in to my room. I didn’t bring much, so it didn’t take long. If you aren’t doing anything, I’d love it if you came up to see me.”

“Isn’t there a kegger you should be attending?”

I wondered if the knowledge that my closet contained enough pot to get me an intent-to-sell conviction would convince her that I was experiencing college, but somehow I thought she wouldn’t be too thrilled with that information. Instead, I begged.

“Bella, most people’s parents are still here. Please?”

“Fine, text me directions.”

“I’ll send them as soon we hang up. It should only take about forty-five minutes to get here if you leave now, otherwise you’ll hit rush hour.”

“Okay, I’ll head out now. I’ll see you soon.”

I slipped my phone in my pocket and turned my attention back to Mike and Tyler. They were discussing the quality of the girls they’d seen moving into our building. I zoned out, until Mike addressed me directly.

“Did you happen to see the hot blonde moving in downstairs?”

“I have a girlfriend,” I answered automatically.

“I do, too,” Tyler confirmed. “But there’s no harm in looking.”

“I have no desire to look. I’m happy with what I have. Besides, I prefer brunettes. I’ll catch you guys later.”

Grateful to have a legitimate reason to excuse myself, I made my way to the exterior door. When I opened it, I saw Bella walking toward me from across the quad, still wearing her teacher clothes. Her black skirt was fitted and came to her knees and her jacket accentuated her curves. I was so used to her running around in tight tank tops and miniskirts all summer, I’d forgotten how sexy she looks when she left some things to the imagination. My cock stood right up when I realized that in a few minutes, I wouldn’t have to use my imagination.

“Wow.” I said as soon as she was within earshot. “I almost feel shafted for missing a year of high school. Is it awful that I want you to wear this outfit again for me sometime? Maybe lean over my desk and give me a lecture on dangling participles?”

“Is your participle dangling, Edward?”

“Not after seeing you in that suit, but it could be later.”

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips before taking her hand and leading her to my room. She actually seemed a bit nervous, and though I wanted to ask why, I let it go, figuring it would only make things worse. Her discomfort seemed only to increase when I showed her my dorm room, and explained the setup with the common area and the second room where we had our beds.

“Why don’t you spread out a bit?” she asked when she saw how packed with furniture the bedroom was. “You know, put some furniture in the other room? There’s no room to move in here.”

“I wanted to, but Mike and Tyler vetoed me. They said it would be better for…” I made air quotes with my fingers. “…entertaining this way.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh.”

I excused myself to run to the bathroom, and when I came back, Mike was back and eying Bella as if she were exactly the kind of previously mentioned older pussy he’d had in mind. In my entire life, I’d never wanted to kick someone’s ass so much. I settled on letting him know exactly how things were.

“Oh. Hi, Mike,” I said. “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

Mike looked at first at me and then at Bella like he didn’t believe me.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Bella shook Mike’s hand, but her voice and bearing indicated she’d lapsed into teacher mode.

She was cool and patronizing, and I went from wanting to kick his ass to trying as hard as I could not to laugh mine off.

“If you anticipate needing anything from the other room,” she continued, “I suggest you get it now. Edward and I will be in there for a bit, and we won’t want to be interrupted.”

Mike laughed, as if he didn’t believe for a second Bella that and I were actually intimate. In an incredibly exaggerated gesture, she wrapped her arm around me and grabbed my ass.

The stupid grin fell right off his face. “Okay then. I see how it’s going to be. I’ll just get my laptop.”

As soon as Mike reemerged, Bella took my hand and led me to the bedroom, addressing him once more before shutting the door.

“We’ll try to keep it down,” she said with mock sincerity.

“I don’t trust him,” she whispered. “I know his type, though usually they don’t get that offensive until they hit their twenties.”

I didn’t trust him either, so I moved a dresser in front of the door, just in case he forgot something accidentally on purpose. I turned on some music and sat on the edge of my desk.

“Come here, Ms. Swan.”

She walked over to me and stood between my knees, and I began to unbutton her jacket.

“I’m guessing the idea of this outfit was to make you look older, and in that respect it works. But I’m telling you right now, every boy you had in class today was trying to envision what was under this jacket.”

I took it off her, and beheld the answer to my question—a tight, black lace thing that wasn’t a bra but wasn’t a shirt either—that was completely see-through. I pushed one of its straps off her shoulder and replaced it with my lips.

“You are deluding yourself if you think any of your male students were paying attention to your lecture,” I spoke against her skin.

“Not all seventeen-year-old boys are as horny as you are.”

“Are you kidding? Most of them are worse.”

I unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor before pulling on the hem of her top.

“What is this?” I asked.

“A cami.”

“Is it supposed to be seen?”

“By you, yes.”

“But you didn’t know you’d be seeing me when you got dressed this morning.”

“I like to feel sexy.” She shrugged.

“So all of your parading around in your underwear before we became intimate was not just another attempt to seduce me?”

“It wasn’t premeditated as such, though it did occur to me my typical around-the-house attire might shatter your resolve. I figured if you broke down and fucked me, it would just be an added bonus.”

I rubbed her arms and pushed them above her head before pulling her lace top off her. She dropped her arms to around my neck, and leaned in to kiss me, but I gently nudged her away.

“I want to look at you,” I whispered.

She took a step back, and I studied her. The underwear she was wearing were also black lace, and the heels of her shoes were so high I was amazed she could walk in them. Her hair fell onto her chest and stopped just above her nipples, which were screaming for my attention. I leaned forward and took one of them into my mouth.

“Edward,” she moaned. “Are you sure you want to do this? Mike may seem like a misogynistic asshat, but even still he doesn’t deserve to be shut out of his room indefinitely. And you don’t know when your other roommate will show up.”

I gave her breast a quick lick before pulling away. “You’re right. We should be more considerate, starting with the next time you visit.”

I stood up and put my hands on her hips, then turned her around to face my desk. She leaned forward onto her elbows and spread her legs. Her bottom jutted out toward me, and the crack between her ass was cheeks plainly visible through the sheer lace of her underwear. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of them, pulling them down to her knees and leaving them there. The sight of her like that—bent over my desk, wearing nothing but high heels and displaced panties—was arousing and emboldening. I tore off my shirt then stroked her wet lips with one hand while opening my pants with the other.

“Now tell me, Teacher.” I pushed two fingers inside her just as my pants fell to the floor. “When was the last time you fucked on a desk?”

“College,” she answered, pushing her hips against my hand and taking my fingers more deeply inside her.

“Get ready to relive it.”

She muttered with a voice almost too breathy to be heard, “Except I’m not a student.”

“No, that would be me.” I withdrew my fingers slightly and pushed them back into her. “And I’ve misbehaved.”

“Oh?” she groaned.

“Yes.” I started working her clit with my other hand. “What do you do with bad boys, Miss Swan?”

Needing to be inside her, I pulled my hands away and replaced them with my cock. As she grunted and pushed back against me, I reached back around to her front, and resumed stroking her above where we were joined.

“Discipline…oh…them.”

“In that case, baby, put me in detention.”

Her muscles tightened around me as she came. I gripped her hips in my hands, taking control of both our rhythm and the depth of my penetration. My orgasm hit me hard, and I went slack against Bella’s back.

“Thank you for coming,” I whispered when articulation reclaimed me.

She turned her head to face me and smiled. “You made me come. I should be thanking you.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

We quickly re-dressed, and after I moved the dresser away from the door, we ventured out to the common room, which was thankfully vacant. I sat on the futon and pulled Bella onto my lap.

“What was your first day of college like?” I asked.

“Different from how yours has been. I didn’t have any emotional good-byes with my parents. I flew into Cleveland by myself and took a shuttle from the airport onto campus. We had a hall meeting once everyone else’s parents left…”

“You mean your residential college?”

“No, we didn’t have them. My school was very small. Our dormitories were old like this, but there were long, straight hallways. We would specify which building and which hall when someone asked where we lived. Anyway, we had a hall meeting during which my RA told us that if we weren’t having sex yet, we would be by the end of the semester.”

“I’ll tell Mike to transfer,” I muttered before I could think better of it.

“Huh?”

“Let’s just say I think as far as Mike’s specific goals are concerned, the fifty thousand per year his parents are shelling out for him to go here would be much better spent at a brothel.”

“She wasn’t saying that because the girls were easy. That part of Ohio gets so cold, she claimed it was the only way to stay warm. She then proceeded to point out the various condom distribution points in the building.”

“Was she right?”

“Not when it came to me, but you already knew that.”

“No, I mean, did it really get that cold?”

Bella laughed. “Yes. Old stone buildings like this are very drafty, and Ohio gets frigid.” She paused and studied her surroundings. “You have no idea how surreal this feels for me.”

“It can’t feel any stranger than it does for me. I mean, I always thought I’d end up here. But to actually be here and have you, too…” I struggled to find the right words to convey how amazing it felt to have her come visit me on my college campus, bend her over my desk and fuck her senseless. “It’s like when I turned seventeen I got everything I’d ever wanted.”

She smiled. “You know I won’t be up here all that often, right? I fully expected to feel a bit out of place, but when Mike assumed I was your stepmother…”

What?

I couldn’t control my laughter.

“Wait, Mike thought you were my stepmother?”

“Yes.”

I am a undergraduate god, who is so far ahead for his age, I have the kind of girlfriend most male Princeton alums don’t manage to score until after they become richer than the real god. All humans present should kneel to my greatness.

Really, I just wanted Bella to get down on her knees. I’d had her twenty-seven minute ago, and I already wanted more. This was going to be a long four years.

“That’s awesome,” I said, still laughing.

“No, actually it was insulting.”

“Bella, you don’t get it. So, every year in June at Princeton Reunions there’s this thing called P-Rade, where people march along with their classmates according to year of graduation. It’s really just an excuse to get drunk and wear ugly jackets.”

“Smart people do this willingly?”

“Are you kidding? We love it. Anyway, I’ve come up here with my father for it just about every year since I was born. Recently, a lot of the guys from my dad’s class have shown up with their second wives. Let’s just say these women are always closer to my age than my father’s and they all look like models.”

“I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or worse.”

“It was a compliment, Bella.”

“Regardless, I don’t exactly blend.”

“You’re wearing a business suit. Had you driven up in jeans and tank top, you probably would have gotten a very different reaction from Mike. As much as it pains me to say this, you would have gotten a different reaction from me as well. I felt very emboldened by my need to have you on my desk. I thank the suit for that. It almost made me long for the time when teachers still spanked their problem students. Had I been in your class back in the day, I could have been a very big problem for you, Bella.”

In fact, my problem was growing bigger and harder by the second.

“I’m not your teacher and I can totally still spank you,” she offered.

“I said ‘almost.'” I felt myself blush. Even though it intrigued me, I wasn’t ready to go there with her. Yet.

She slid off my lap and knelt between my knees, squeezing my cock through my jeans. “You like the idea of it, though.”

I nodded sheepishly.

She opened my fly. “I want to suck it,” she said as she freed my erection from my pants before grasping my shaft.

I wanted it, too, but I didn’t want to be that kind of roommate.

“The guys could be back any minute. They’ll see us.”

“Welcome to college.”

The second I felt her lips around my cock, I didn’t care who walked in. Forty-seven minutes later, I walked her to her car. I assured her that nothing had changed between us, but as I watched her rusted old Volkswagen pull away, I felt a pang of something I couldn’t quite define—fear, maybe even foreboding. Not wanting to dwell on my own insecurities, I dismissed it and began the trek back to my dorm. When I was halfway there, I knew what I needed to do. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and called my mother.

She answered on the first ring. “Is everything all right?”

My mom sounded almost panicked, and I suddenly realized how nervous she must have been today, packing me off to live with my peers when I’d never so much as spoken to anyone my own age in the past.

“Yes, it’s fine. Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. Bella’s birthday is Sunday and I want to do something for her, but with me being up here it will be kind of difficult to throw things together. I know she doesn’t want anyone to make a big deal over her, but I was thinking maybe a brunch at our house with a few of her friends.”

“That’s a lovely idea. I’ll start planning a menu. Just let me know when you have a head count.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I love Bella; you know that.”

“You’re the best. Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

I walked the rest of the way to my dorm, and when I opened the door to my room, I wondered if I would ever get to the point where here felt normal, where I could relax and let go and not feel like I was living a dream, and that tomorrow I’d wake up and have to go back to high school. And celibacy.

The second I closed the door, Mike’s conversation with Tyler switched gears.

“Meanwhile, Cullen here plays innocent, but you should have seen the hot piece of ass he’s pounding.”

That was it.

My smile was almost sweet, but my voice conveyed that I was not kidding around.

“The only pounding you need to concern yourself with is the one you will get from my fists if you ever disrespect Bella like that again. Have I made myself clear?”

It was going to be a long four years.

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  1. on 30 Jan 2011 at 9:29 pmJanice

    There’s jealous Edward!!

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