Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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Aspen: I have tonight off. Are you free?
"Fucking hell, eh?" I reckon I know what that bloody means.
My nuts are already tingling because they sure as fuck know but I tossel my hands into my hair out of nerves and frustration.
If I'm alone with this chick again I'm going to want the night ending with me being balls deep inside her. And right now,my mind doesn't need to be drawing in the thoughts of what she looked like coming with my fingers in her mouth and between her legs.
"Jesus Christ," I groan as another text comes in shortly behind the last whilst I'm waiting at the front wooden counter to the admissions clerk.
Don't read the text message, Don't read the text message. Don't be a fucking twat and don't read the text message.
I chant within my dirty mind wanting more than anything to read the bloody text message. The anxiety building inside combines with the nerves of the possibility of Van Doren being the fucking killer causes me to be a big ball of fidgety nerves waiting at the counter for someone. "Helloooo! Anyone bloody work here?" I slam my palm repeatedly on the bell near a glass sphere of marbles and flower-topped pens.
A woman with glasses worn around her neck and a near nonexistent chin approaches slowly, sipping a coffee out of a mug with cartoon cats, "Yes, young man, how may I help you?"
Thank fuck! Finally!
"Yes, I need Professor Van Doren's class list from last year, please?"
The woman slowly descends to a chair and places the mug down even more slowly, "Why would you need last year's schedule?"
Shit...
"Erm, well, I need it because... I need it because the NCAA needs proof I took his class last year. They told me a simple class list would suffice."
The woman grimaces and raises the glasses from her wrinkled neck to her eyes and peers up at me from her rolling chair, "That's an interesting request."
I ball my fists feeling as if I might explode because I couldn't think of a better lie.
"But alright, where would you like it faxed?" she asks, clicking through her computer. My heart leaps with relief.
"Erm, I'm actually meeting with the sponsor in a few minutes, I can take it directly to him."
She sips her coffee as the office printer aches and whines as it comes to life behind her. "Alright, Sweetheart."
Hell yes.
I relax into the counter and by habit check my phone on an exhale of a breath.
Aspen: I want to taste you again 💋
Instantly my cock swells and I slam the phone face down on the counter and give the woman a polite smile when she slowly glances over at the loud slamming noise I've made.
