Completing Me. (Short stories known as Dorm Fun!)

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He glanced around the food court, looking for her curvy body with long waist length red hair that he would do anything for curling it around his fists as he hammered her with his c*ck. Her screams of pleasure filling his mind as he imaged her tied to the bed and at his mercy. Smirking at the thought of her moaning like she did when she ate his home cooking at his apartment on movie nights with their two best friends. It was one of the things he loved about her, she loved food and wasn’t a girl that barely ate as she was "watching her figure". At first when he cooked for her, she wasn’t about to eat it till he forced her too and that seemed to trigger their little game of dominance. Their movie nights started two years ago when her best friend Amy started to date his roommate and best friend Greg. It was because of them that Clayton had met her.

"Yo, man!" Greg slapped his hand on Clayton's back, snickering at the confused look that had taken over the tall blonde's model like face.

Clayton growled out a curse at the smirk that was on Greg's face, he was caught again daydreaming about a certain curvy fire-hot little babe, like Greg called her. "Hey dude." He shoved Greg's hand from his shoulder and followed him to where Amy was sitting it a sub from Subway, her eyes scanning the back of some book that Clayton could see a half-naked man on the front.

"Didn’t know your boyfriend let you read those like of things, Ams." Clayton chuckled as he flicked the front of the book earning a glare from the petite brunette.

She giggled as she set it down, knowing that she was going to get on Clayton’s nerves. "Books not mine, Clay. It’s Chloe's, she wanted me to pick it up for her as it just came in. And damn, this girl is into some wicked shit.” She giggled harder as she saw the scold of his face, he grabbed the book from the table and started to read the back jacked.

"It sounds like a fucking smut fest." He joked like he didn’t care, but really he did, he wanted Chloe like there was no tomorrow. To tie her up and inflict so much sexual torture on her that she would be screaming her name as she cli*maxed all over him and the sheets of the bed he had her amazing curvy body tied too.  Clayton never thought his little innocent baby was into that stuff and was still a virgin, though now he wasn’t so sure as she never really came out and told him she still had her cherry. Clayton knew the book had BDSM in it as he had come across it in his mother and father's library and read it when he was still a minor. "Where is Chloe anyways? I thought you said she was going to be here today."

Greg chuckled at the edge that was in Clayton's not so sudden hint. "She says she wasn’t feeling well. Hey, how about you drop the book off to her? That way Amy and I can just head right to the movies instead of having to stop by the campus!" He winced as Amy elbowed him in the side, they both knew why Chloe didn’t come and it wasn’t because she wasn’t feeling well, it was because she didn’t want to be around Clayton as she started to have feeling for him. They had tried to convince her that he did as well, but the only thing that she replied to them was; "Why would he like someone like me?" Chloe hadn’t spoken to them after that, it got to both of them, but they couldn’t do anything, they knew she wasnt treated the best from her sibling as she was skin and bones like the girls.

Clayton thought about it and nodded. "Sure I have to go talk to one of the Profs anyways."

Amy shook her head, "Can you grab her favourite Thai food? I think her not feeling well as more to do with her sister's then being really sick."

Clayton nodded and took off with the book tucked safety in his bag then went to get her food. He had heard tiny Timbits of things from the Amy and Greg to know Chloe's family wasn’t all that supportive as she wasn’t a model like her three sisters and mother. Her brother’s weren’t in the picture as they were overseas on tour with the other troops and her father had died in their first year of college, Clayton remembered that day all too well. He was the one that held her as she cried when Amy had called him because they were at Greg’s parents’ house and weren’t able to be there for her right away. He had found out her father that had passed away from a heart attack, it was then that Clayton had started to feel something for her.

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Chloe scolded at the photo she held in her trembling hand. It was a picture taken by her father when her sister and she had been close, not like now where her sisters could barely talk to her without throwing a comment about her weight into the conversation. All three of them were just passing a hundred pounds at the early ages of twenty years old, all tall and yet they were still talking about losing more. It scared Chloe, because she knew the life style that they had was going to impact their health and yet they had commented on her weight. Chloe had been talking to her sisters the night before, and all they talked about was her weight. It was one of the reason she had snapped at Amy and Greg earlier about Clayton liking her. Chloe thought of when her one oldest sister had gotten a hold of her phone and saw Clayton posing with her at the bench on her screen saver, it was one of the best days of her life. They had all told her that she was better off not hanging out with Clayton because it was either that he was just feeling sorry for her or that he just wanted in her pants. Her sisters were right, how could a guy like Grayson go for a girl like her?

They were the total opposite. Grayson was tall with large muscles, something that she would die for them being wrapped around her again, plus shaggy blonde hair that he held back in a ponytail along with heart piercing blue eyes that Chloe secretly loved. She loved watching him run his long fingers through his hair, imagining it was her hair that he was running them through or her running her fingers through his.

Swallowing back the tears that pierced her eyes, she shoved the picture into the photo album she kept beneath her bed.

As she started to peel off the tank top that she wore, someone knocked at the door, not thinking about it she opened it thinking it was one of the other girls. But it was not.

It was Clayton.

And she was standing in the doorway in a bra with a pair of booty shorts.