Alpha on Campus

It was the last day before my semester at Uni would start and I was enjoying my time with my best friends at the beach. The emotions were mixed as we were all excited to start college again, but we had to spread out across the country and it would be another year before we could see each other again like we were today. We tried to make the most of it. We brought Sangria and some other ready-made very sweet pink cocktails as well as some healthy snacks. Funny enough we did care to act healthy when it came to our food, no one wanted to show up with pimples on her face at the first day of school after the summer holiday, but when it came to alcohol, the girls did not seem to care. We worked hard on our physique this summer, most days we spent at least an hour at the gym and the remaining time at the beach to show off our progress and take part in one of our favourite activities: eyeing (and judging) men. Our 'victims' had to meet only two criteria, the first was that they had to be male and the second was that they had to be older than we were. The latter we could never be hundred percent sure of, but it was the first we estimated. The oldest amongst our friends was 23, at 19 I was the youngest. My older brother had once dated Sara, one of the girls, and that's how I got introduced to them. He broke up with Sara when he moved across the globe for work and ever since hardly anyone had really heard from him and to be honest, I was busy trying to find my own way. Anyway, Cathy was 23 years old and thus the oldest, meaning that every male evaluated by our checklist had to be at least 24 years old for all of us to be a potential match. I did not really care about their age. I was the type that saved myself for real love, my friends on the other hand enjoyed a summer fling, and I enjoyed watching them trying very hard to seduce a man of their liking. Today was no other day than any of the others, except for our little stash of booze. I had poured myself a Sangria and had brought strawberries and lemon slices to top it off. I was wearing a cute white bikini with tiny red hearts scattered across the fabric. Even though I had gotten a nice tan over the summer, I also wore a white sheer dress with lace details that contrasted with my skin colour even more so pronounciating my tan. It was quite sexy, just covering my butt and showing my bikini, because it was see-through, yet also modest, and it made me feel pretty. I also had long dark blonde, copper coloured hair. Due to the sea salt it was very messy and I adjusted it in a high bun on the top of my head, I always liked to do this when I did not have the time for or felt like doing my hair. I had grey/blue eyes, not much special, a small nose and full lips. I usually did not wear much make-up, a mascara and sometimes a teinted lipstick was enough. My friends and I were lucky! In the distance we saw a group approaching, all guys, and from the looks of it all older than we were. When they came closer we counted six guys, we were with six as well and Cathy and Sara could not be more excited as they started assigning the men to each one of us. However, at this point, I was not really listening anymore, because that is when I saw him. Tall, dark and handsome were the words to describe him. I guess he is about 6'3", with dark, thick hair, but with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. His jaw has some strong lines with rough edges, and yet looked so sophisticated an well taken care of. His build was perfect, much like that of Henry Cavill in The Witcher series, strong muscly arms and a chest and abs to die for and that V-cut! Oh, I wonder what it would feel like, lying against his chest... That thought knocked me off my feet as I realised my brain was running away with me. That's also when I suddenly heard Sara say a little too loud: "Abs, why are you drooling at Cathy's match?" That's when he looked our way or better said MY way. A flood of emotions hit me, I was flattered, but that was washed away by embarrasment and one much stronger feeling; I felt jealousy boiling inside me. What was wrong with me?! I had never felt this way before, so possessive. I usually had fun listening to Sara, Cathy and the other girls, hearing their discussions about who of our victims best matched with one of us. We even 'divided' groups before, but this time it did not feel like a game to me. Before the other girls would notice my sudden mood change I took of my dress and told them I was going for a swim in the sea, which was not unlike me; I did that on a daily basis. On the other hand, I was suddenly very aware of myself, my body and what I wore. The bikini I was wearing suddenly felt childish to me instead of cute, wishing I had just put on my black one, like the other girls and thus I rushed to the sea half running, half walking, hoping to go unnoticed, but I felt their eyes in my back. I hoped that when I got back from a swim, my friends would have found new victims and this group of guys would just have moved on.