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Ongoing, First published Aug 21, 2014
Mature
Rachel is your typical college freshman, unsure about her major and unsure about her future. But when a blast from her past suddenly decided to wedge his way back into her life, she has to decide: give in, or make him beg for forgiveness. Who will end up caving first, her or her old flame? **** There were lips on my neck, trailing, kissing, biting. I wanted to role my head back but I dared not move. I didn't want to scare him away. His mouth had moved to my shoulder, kissing the skin exposed as he tugged at collar of my shirt. I could feel him pressed tightly up against me, his chest against my back, his hips pushing against my ass instinctively. He was hot, much too hot. And yet I pushed myself against him, relishing the slow tingling that followed the path of his fingers. They traced up my leg and across my hip, toying playfully with the waistband of my shorts. How long would he tempt me this way, sliding his hands just barely under my clothes? I willed them them to move farther down, just a little father down! His mouth had moved up to my ear and the sound of his ragged breathing finally tore a soft moan from deep in my throat.  "Please," I whimpered as his teeth nipped at my lobe, sending a frighteningly powerful surge of pleasure rolling through my veins. My body was burning.  "That's right," he growled in my ear, his hand cupping my breast, "Beg for me." *** Warning:  Though the first two chapters seem PG-13, there will be frequent spots of sexual content because this is an honest story and guess what... college kids have sex. A lot. And I apologize for any errors. This isn't a professional manuscript and I have trouble polishing my writing to perfection. Enjoy ;)  Oh and these are my words so please don't steal them :(
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(THE EDIT OF THIS STORY HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY REMOVED. IT WILL BE PUBLISHED AGAIN SOON) I clear my throat and pop my head into view with the most friendly smile I could muster. "Hi," I say softly, stepping closer. "Um, I'm Cammie." To my relief, she smiles back. "Hi," she says simply. She was... a little drunk, and by the redness in her eyes, probably high. She smelled of beer and weed and as she turned to the shower to pull the curtain back, I noticed the tramp stamp on her lower back that read "This was a dare." "A real tease, isn't she?" I recognized that voice. It made my skin crawl and sweat break out over my entire body. My body turns and my blood runs cold when the gray eyes from downstairs meet mine. What are the odds that my roommate brought this sleaze-bag home? "Uh..." is the only word that is able to exit my mouth. He chuckles and leans back into the couch behind him, his eyes not leaving mine. A pair of dimples so large you could fill them with water and call them kiddie pools. "I-I guess you can't choose your roommate when you apply so late," I say with a nervous laugh before my hand comes up to hold my own arm in an attempt to comfort myself out of this awkward moment. His eyebrows raise until they disappear under his floppy bangs. "Yeah, I guess that's true. Hopefully you don't mind me bringing girls around here often." I thickly swallow as his words make their way through my brain, and I take a small step back until I feel the bathroom door against my back. "What?" I blurt out. He smirks and takes a few steps closer to me, his hands slowly, slowly coming to rest on the door on either side of my shoulders, about six inches between our faces. He smelled better than she did, that was for sure. His scent alone could have made me blush. "Cause you can't choose your roommates, and I ain't going anywhere, roomie."