Frat House Confessions

9. Ridge

Nine

Ridge

I woke up quickly, going from dead-ass asleep to wide awake in seconds, just like I did every morning. And, just like every morning, my d**k was hard. This time, however, it was cozied up to something very soft and supple.

Karrie’s ass.

Despite my c**k’s protest, I rolled over and out of bed, being as quiet and speedy as possible, so as not to wake my partner in crime and give her more ammunition against me.

Because, seriously, morning wood was as common as breathing, and had nothing to do with how good Karrie’s hair smelled, or how deliciously curved her ass was. It was simply how the male body worked … it didn’t mean anything.

That was my mantra as I locked myself in the bathroom, jumped in the shower, and jacked off.

If Karrie popped in my mind a couple times, or twenty, it was only because I just spent the night next to her, not because I thought she was hot.

Once I was clean and no longer ruled by my hard-on, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into my room to get dressed.

And, I’m stiff again.

Karrie was sitting up against my headboard, her curly hair a riot around her face, which was soft with sleep.

Her lips were full and pouty, and I instantly imagined them wrapped around my d**k.

Fuck.

“Morning,” she said with a smile, her voice low and rough.

That isn’t helping.

“Good morning,” I managed, grateful that I had big extra-long and thick towels, so there was no evidence of my traitorous desire. “Feeling okay?”

I turned my back on her as I pulled my boxers out of the drawer, then moved to the closet and went inside.

“Yeah, great actually. Your Gatorade trick worked wonders.”

“Good,” I called out through the half-closed door as I got dressed.

“Who knew you were so smart?” she asked with a smirk when I came out.

“I did,” I retorted, and was pleased when she laughed.

Why that pleased me, I had no idea.

I need to shake this s**t off.

“What’s your schedule look like today?” I asked.

“Free morning and one class this afternoon. I tried to get all of my classes on the same days, but the teacher I wanted for accounting only had one class available, so I had to take it. Why?”

“I thought we could get a jump on things and go shopping, but if you’re busy…”

“My class is over at three, we could go after,” Karrie suggested.

“That works for me, where should I pick you up?”

“My apartment at three thirty? That would give me the chance to drop my stuff off. I can text you the address.”

“Sounds good,” I replied as I shoved my books into my backpack and threw it over my shoulder.

“Are you leaving?” she asked.

“Yeah, I have class. You don’t have to hurry out, but I wouldn’t spend too much time down in the common rooms, there’s no telling what you’ll see or hear,” I warned her. “I have some stuff in my mini fridge, and snacks in that cabinet. Help yourself.”

“Okay, thanks,” Karrie said, but her expression conveyed her discomfort. “See you later.”

“Will you be okay? Do you need me to wait and walk you out?” I asked, looking at my phone and seeing I only had ten minutes to get to class.

“No, I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine,” she said, lifting her chin.

I nodded, taking her at her word.

“Later.”

I hurried down the stairs, said, “Hey,” to the pledge who was cleaning up, and rushed to my car.

Once I found a parking spot and did a light jog to my building, I made it to class with one minute to spare.

I was about to grab the seat in the back left corner that I’d claimed as mine, when I saw Drake standing by the door talking to a couple teammates, and redirected myself.

“Hey, asshole,” I said as I walked up to them, lifting my chin at the other guys and adding, “Connor, Marcus.”

Connor and Marcus said hi, but Drake just sneered.

“I wanted to thank you for being such a d**k. Looks like you inadvertently did me a favor,” I told him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, how so?” he asked, taking the bait.

Dude was so f*****g predictable.

“By being a dumbass and letting Karrie go…”

Drake looked me up and down, so I stood a little straighter, making sure he had to look up at me to finish his perusal.

“Karrie wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole, preppy.”

“That’s funny, cause I’m pretty sure I have a date with her tonight,” I replied, leaning in close to get in his face.

“Bullshit,” he retorted, but he no longer looked sure.

I grinned.

“Sorry, but it’s true,” I said, making sure he saw the intent in my eyes. “And, I hate to break it to you, but when I left Delta, she was still warming my bed.”

Drake’s eyes widened and his lips thinned.

“I just love the smell of honey and cinnamon, don’t you?”

That did it. Describing the smell of her hair was all he needed to believe Karrie and I had spent the night together.

“Later, fuckwad,” I said with a laugh, then spun round and went to find my seat.