Elliott Wescott has never been one to play by the rules, she's bad, bold and unapologetically herself.
But she's also on the verge of being kicked out of university and her parents have had enough.
In attempt to get her under control she's shipped...
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"Prey, we are all prey for the sorrow. Prey, we are all prey for the sorrow, our sorrow. Prey, prey. We're prey for the sorrow Prey, prey, prey for the sorrow."
Prey by Parkway drive blasts through my Airpods, fixed tightly into my ears, head bowed as I jog through Wentworth's campus, my feet slapping the concrete.
It's early, earlier than myself or most students from the campus would consider being out. The only few that linger are the handful that considers exercise fun. Usually, I only see it as a necessary evil, a way to keep my body in fine form. However, this morning is a different story, this morning I needed the air and the burn in my thighs to kill the lingering thoughts of last night.
The thoughts of Jude offering me something that for some God unknown reason I was tempted to take up. The thoughts of Spencer showing up in all his dishevelled glory. Never in my life have I actively wanted a man, craved for their fingers caressing every curve and dip of my body, and never have I wanted both at the same time.
The anticipation of the gentle, attentive touch of Spencer combined with the rough, passionate touch of Jude is driving me to insanity, the hope of both together is driving me wild. Never have I longed for a man to the extent that I want for the touch of both at the same time.
I exerted my vibrator until the battery went dead last night, yet I still can't help but imagine Spencer underneath me and Jude behind me. Longing, however, is something I refuse myself to feel, and I'll sleep with anything with a pulse to block myself from getting involved with that emotion.
And that is my mission for tonight.
Rhea, the so-far early bird has already messaged me with plans for tonight, and me, the sexually frustrated to the point that my trusty vibrator doesn't help, quickly agreed. Cause fuck me, I need to get laid - no pun intended.
Much to my delight, my lap is finally coming to an end, the sight of my dorm building closing in on me, and unfortunately, the thought of Spencer underneath me and Jude behind me means a quick consultation with Dr Vibe before I start the day is imperative.
Skipping the elevator, I trudge straight up the steps, push right through my door and head straight to my bedside table.
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Orgasm behind me, yet still feeling the need for a good dicking, I stride through campus to the on-site coffee shop. The next step for the day to keep me acting somewhat human is caffeine. I join the line of under-caffeinated Uni students, shuffling to the counter to place their orders like zombies. The shaggy, gangly boy in front of me places his order then shuffles to the waiting area and the girl behind the counter flashes me a warm smile. "Hi, what can I-" she's cut off by the low whistle from what has quickly become a good enough reason to resort to instant coffee.
"I'll take over," he waves his hand dismissively towards the girl serving and saddles up against the counter. Begrudgingly I take a step forward to order. "The gorgeous Elliott Wescott."
"Brian," I say.
"Byron," he replies quickly.
"Bryce."
"Byron," he says again, remaining patient even though we do this every morning. "Right. Byron."
He smiles. "Just the usual?"
"Please." I nod and hold my card out ready to pay. He waves me off, "beautiful ladies like you don't pay for your coffees. Unspoken rule." A rueful smile curves across his lips.
"Thanks." I start to shuffle towards the waiting area so the person behind me can order (and this conversation can be over) when Byron pipes up again. "Are you going to the party tonight?"
"Yep." I pop the p. "Cool, me too," he replies with a glint in his eye. I take a moment to look at Byron, he's not ugly by any means, he's just been so over-eager to fuck me that it's been a bit of a turn-off, but to be honest, I'm so tightly wound and the thought of threading my fingers through his blonde surfer locks while he rides me like a wave is what controls the next sentence that passes my lips. "Come find me," I wink as I reach for the outstretched coffee cup. I turn on my heel and head for the door as angry protests from the people that ordered before me ring out.
"Elliott." I look at Byron over my shoulder. "You better believe I will,"
With a nod I continue towards the exit, putting an extra seductive sway into my hips. Feeling Byron's eyes burn into my back as he watches me leave. A self-satisfied smile creeps across my lips, I may be in a bit of a sexual funk but after tonight the cobwebs will well and truly be blown out.
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I sit in what has become my usual chair right in the back corner of my business studies lecture room. My eyes watch the clock ticking slowly, impossibly slow as the professor drones on. Spencer sits in front of me but the Robin to his Batman seems to be missing this morning.
Our professor turns to write on the board and I use the change in his focus to my advantage. I lean forward in my seat so that my lips brush the shell of Spencer's ear. "Where's your partner in crime this morning?"
Spencer stiffens at the contact and after a few beats, his shoulders rise with a shaky breath. Well, if I was unsure if he was as attracted to me as I am to him, that's been cleared up. "I, uh, dunno." I can almost hear the blood rush through his veins faster, harder and a satisfied smirk quirks at the corner of my lips. "Shame," I coo sultrly into his ear. I back up a little and give the poor man some breathing space before the extra blood pumping through his veins causes his heart to explode. "Are you going to the party tonigh?" Spencer nods in response and turns to make eye contact with me. "We'll be there," his blue eyes boring into my own. It seemed like there was some meaning hidden in his words. He turns back towards the front and I grin, I got the exact information I need and start to formulate a plan.
1) Dress hot 2) Avoid Brian or whateverhis name is 3) Find Spencer 4) Fuck Spencer
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