The Pitcher's Act: A College Romance Story

6

COLBY

Oh, my fuck. That was something I thought I'd never see in my entire life. Olivia Olsen completely nude, and it wasn't even on purpose.

The moment I walked back into my room, I looked at the room across from me, seeing that the girl's curtains were wide open. Deep down inside, I prayed it was her room so I could watch her walk in. The moment she stepped into the brightly lit room, I almost laughed. Of course. After two years, I never knew who lived across from me. It seemed like they were hardly there. After tonight, I realize why. The football house. That's where she always is.

She hadn't even given a second thought before she began to tear off her clothes, leaving her bare pussy and tits on display for me. That's when I knew I should have looked away, but I was in a fucking trance. Her body. It never ended. The curves ran for miles, and I didn't even get a view of her full ass, which I know is grab-worthy.

Before tonight, the only way I saw Olivia Olsen was that she was a fucking child who can seem to hold a grudge for years. I hadn't thought about her once since last fucking week. I didn't even know she was in that theatre class. I hardly attended and sat in the very back. Now, I can't get her off my fucking mind. That middle finger she threw me before she shut the curtain had me realize that she just fucking played the shit out of me after I caught her checking me out.

I can't fucking sleep. I can't get her body out of my mind. How does one go on from this? From loathing someone to wanting to fuck someone? Those tits are just begging for someone to suck them. No matter how hard they tried, Miller and Crawford didn't get the chance. Well, Crawford just completely fucked up, but maybe Miller and her fucked before she left. No. I doubt it. I have an eye for seeing when someone just got fucked, and Faith had it written all over her, and Olivia had not one hair out of place.

Who the hell knows what they were doing till three in the morning? All I know is that that chick woke me up from a blissful sleep, and now my cock is hard. And I'm going to have to stroke it to Olivia fucking Olsen.

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I feel unalive this morning. What a horrible fucking night. I don't know what was in that weed, but the following events did not add up. None of it. From Faith getting fucked in a football player's bathroom to seeing Olivia Olsen naked. I can't.

The first thing I do is go for a run. I need to forget everything that happened in the past ten hours-all of it. I run for five miles on the university's state-of-the-art trails that expand all over campus. The school is pretty scenic, especially when the leaves are changing as we turn into fall.

When I head back inside the apartment, I take a shower and see that Olivia's curtains have opened. God, I'm a fucking creep. Why am I watching her? Why am I noticing things?

I head into the kitchen to make breakfast, where I find Crawford, who looks beat to death as he waits on the coffee pot to finish. "You good?" I ask, slapping his shoulder.

"Yeah. Please remind me never to smoke with Bernie and Miller again. Those two can go all fucking night and seem fine. I would have been found face down in the grass this morning if Olsen hadn't found me."

"I could have used a laugh this morning," I pause, wondering if I should even say the words I'm thinking. "Did you know she lives next door?"

He furrows his eyebrows, "No. I didn't. I would have noticed if hot chicks lived next to us."

"Apparently, we didn't notice. So, nothing happened between you two?"

Crawford grabs his mug filled with coffee and takes a sip, "No, man. I wish. She passed out on my shoulder after about five hits, and then I proceeded to pass out. We woke up at like one, and then I hit some more with Miller and Bernie, and I was fucking gone."

Nothing happened. I guess I feel better now. I didn't get fucked, and neither did she. It's fair. I fucked my fist, and who knows, maybe she got off too last night thinking of me.

"How was Faith? She do that thing with her tongue that you like?" I'm a guy. Of course, we talk about our hookups and things we like. Faith hardly ever did any work. She was a pillow princess. I wonder if that football guy liked that about her. 

"She was fucking Ryan Reed in the bathroom when I was looking for her to leave. I just came back and passed out till you started banging on the door."

"Oh fuck, man. I'm sorry. You shoulda come back out there with us."

"I wasn't in the mood to talk at that point. I came back and smoked a geeb by myself."

"You know, I understand you and Olivia got unsettled beef or whatever, but that girl is a trip. She's fucking hilarious. She almost reminds me of you but in chick form." That's unsettling.

I purse my lips, "Yeah, I'm gonna walk away now and pretend I didn't hear that." Is that why we get so heated over each other? Because we're so alike? Both stubborn as can be?

I leave and wait for him to leave the kitchen so I can finish making my breakfast. There was way too much conversation this morning. I settle for an omelet and sit on the living room couch. Nothing is on TV, so I scroll through social media to pass the time. Nothing is going on either.

A knock on the front door interrupts me. I slowly get up, opening the door without looking because I assume it's one of the guys. Instead of the guys, it's my neighbor. Olivia Olsen.

"Uh?" I say, staring at her, confused. She was wearing a workout top and running shorts. She must be going to work out.

"We need to talk," she says, putting a hand on her hip.

"About?" Oh fuck. Is it about last night? I knew she would have to come over and gloat at the situation. It's Olivia, after all.

"Our play. When can we work on it?" She pauses and then adds, "Together." Oh. Right. Good. She didn't want to discuss what I saw last night.

"Uh, I don't know. I'm kinda busy."

She rolls her eyes, "I know. So am I. This is why we need to find time to work on it. What's your schedule like today?"

"I got practice at one till like six. Weights right after. Then I'll probably eat dinner."

She groans, "Great. How about Monday? I have practice till seven."

"We go till eight." Frustrated, she combs a hand through her hair. It was fun to see her agitated. This is just what I wanted to do after a long day of getting my ass kicked: learn Shakespeare.

"What time do you go to sleep normally?"

"What does that have to do with our play?"

"God, you're an ass. Did someone piss in your Cheerios this morning? I'm not trying to get to know you, Colby."

I cross my arms, wanting to smirk. She'd love to get to know me-especially my tongue. I know she'd like it. "Getting woken up in the middle of the night isn't my favorite."

"Honestly, I didn't even know you lived with Michael. Anyways, I figured you'd still be up fucking Faith's brains out."

Okay. That makes me smirk. She was thinking about me fucking another girl. "No, Angel. Not all of us fuck till the sun rises." Devil.

"You know, actually. I did see her after you left. She was with Ryan. In fact, I think she was still there when I left," she smirks back. Fuck. She knows. Little brat.

"Can we get on track and not talk about my sex partners?" I growl.

"Oh. Right. I stay up pretty late. We could work on it at night?"

"I guess that's really our only option, right?" She's obviously not going to let us work on it ourselves. I hadn't even touched that script since class a few days ago. I couldn't tell you the first line.

"Yep. Great. Come over to my place at nine."

"Wait-." She doesn't wait. She turns around, stomping down the stairs, headed to wherever she was going after stopping here.