Just What I Needed

Chapter 7

2 YEARS LATER.

TJ.

"f**k!"

I grunt out watching as Alexia's head bobs back and forth. One hand cupping my balls and the other right in between her legs, her hand rubbing hard against her c**t.

My balls tighten and I just knew I was close. So f*****g close, and damn me for forgetting the damn condom.

The thought of forgetting the condom leaves my mind, once I feel my body tighten at the vibration of Alexia's moans around my c**k. Her eyes shut tight, the orgasmic wave hitting her body as she shudders, but her mouth never off my d**k.

And it seems that was all I needed because I come. I drop my head back, forgetting she's here for a second, as I ride the f*****g wave out.

I look down at Alexia, a smirk on her face as she wipes her bottom lip with her pointer finger, and sticks her finger in her mouth. Sucking it clean and pulling it out with a loud pop.

"That was good." She grinned as she got up. Her t**s bounced as she moved. "Really good."

"It would have been better with a condom." I said pulling up my boxers and jeans.

"I told you I'm on birth control, asshole." She rolls her eyes. "Maybe next time you can jerk yourself off." She arches a brow crossing her arms against her breasts.

"Don't be like that." I smiled at her, bringing my hands to her arms to unfold them.

I pulled her closer to me, feeling her nipplies harden under my hold. "It's better to be safe than sorry." I shrugged.

"That's what condoms, birth control, and plan b are for." She tilted her head to the side giving me a pointed look, knowing she was right.

Of course she was right, but occasionally she'd make jokes about us having a "baby." I'm not saying she would purposely get pregnant, but I'm also nothing saying she wouldn't.

"You're such an asshole, I don't even know why I even sleep with you." Alexia twisted her lips to the side and stared at me angrily.

"I'm only twenty years old. Do you really think I want a kid right now? You think just because you might make it pro I'll want to live off of you? You would be the last person I'd want to have a kid with. Jagger seems like a better prospect." She arched her black brow, a smirk growing on her face.

"Only if Spears could stand your bitchy personality." I said with a smug smile.

The smirk on her face dropped, her head shaking with irritation. "f**k you." She flipped me off.

"Tonight," I winked and watched as she began to put her clothes off. What a damn shame to put it all away. "I promise not to forget a condom. And you sleep with me because we f**k whenever we want, and f**k whoever we want. And when I go pro, and I will, you can tell the whole f*****g world you slept with TJ Kingston."

Alexia and I met freshman year at a party during a game of drunk Jenga. We just kind of hit it off, but not in the relationship kind of way, but mutual understanding that we could occasionally f**k, and no one would get attached or any of that s**t.

So far it's been pretty good. If I get bored or vice versa we meet up. That's how it's worked since freshman year and I like it that way.

"You're so f*****g full of yourself." She said, picking up her book bag from the ground.

"I'm just confident." I said, picking up my book bag, and swung it over my shoulder.

Her little statement was just one of the many few comments I got every f*****g day. But they just didn't get it. No one did. If you ever showed any sign of weakness, or let your guard down anyone could use it against you.

And that was not going to happen to me. Everyone always makes assumptions of you before they even get to know you fully. So what's the point of trying to prove to them otherwise. f**k them is what I always say.

"Yes, Mr. Confident." She sarcastically said. "You better be glad you're good looking, and you play basketball or else you'd never have me."

"I'm full of myself?" I scoffed.

Alexia is hot as f**k and she knew it. She knew how to take it to her advantage, and get what she wants, but I guess that's what I liked about her since I met her. She was confident and went after what she wanted. A girl with confidence is so f*****g attractive.

But that being said she was also self absorbed. People think I'm an asshole, Alexia is a f*****g b***h and she knows it. I'm not even sure how and why we've lasted so long.

But I guess the only reason why we've been f*****g so long is because I know she's not really sleeping with me because of who I am. She's pretty well known around school, so she doesn't need me to get the attention she needs.

Her parents are pretty wealthy so they're always making large donations to the school, and to her volleyball team. But I know that's now really how she got accepted. She may be wealthy as f**k and have killer volleyball skills, but she's smart as f**k.

But even with her tight body, confidence, and her ability to suck d**k like a pro, her personality was f*****g dense sometimes. Even with how smart she was conversations were dull, and we don't really have a whole lot in common, but she has a good mouth, very nice f*****g t**s, and she knows a bit of basketball. So guess it sorta worked out. I mean it had for three years.

"You know we could go for round two?" She stood in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

Normally I wasn't a fan of the whole hugging and getting too comfortable with a girl after s*x because they start getting ideas, but Alexia knew nothing would come out of us sleeping together. And she never expected anything.

"Tonight when I actually have a condom."

"You suck," she pouted. "You have one more class left, and it's only the first day of classes. Why don't you just-"

"f**k!" My eyes widened. I completely forgot about that class. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and look at the time. s**t I have ten more minutes before class starts.

"Hey!" Alexia called after me but f**k it. I'd see her again tonight, so no point in saying goodbye.

I pressed the elevator button and quickly got inside. I should have taken the stairs, but I was at the top floor of the Atkins library for a quick f**k. More like a blow job but whatever.

How did I even get side tracked?

One minute was in Union building talking to the guys, then Alexia showed up and we ended up in Atkins and the rest is a blur...

I try to recall but that shits irrelevant now. I can't be late and shouldn't be late.

Coach Warren made it very clear what would happen if we skipped or we're late to class. Last year a few of us started slacking and he found out. Never ever will I do that again, my legs burn at the thought of running suicides.

I have great stamina, but with coach, stamina is pretty much out the window if you piss him off.

Once the elevator has come to the bottom floor, I quickly run out and practically sprint to class. I wouldn't be running if my class wasn't on the other side of campus.

Kind of thankful for the sprinting though, I don't have to stop and make conversation with random people.

Truthfully, I don't mind talking to people who know the game and actually are interested and love it, but it's so f*****g annoying talking to people who have no idea what a three pointer is, or know the difference between a basket and goal. The people who approach me just to talk to me because of who I am, and it gets so f*****g tiring just want to say f**k off, but as much of an asshole as I am won't do that s**t. I'll leave that to Taylor.

I pull my phone out and there's three minutes to spare. I see the Ballard Arts Center, and begin to slow down my pace.

I have Professor Jones this semester for class, A Walking Seminar: A Territorial Investigation, so I wasn't worried too much.

I already had her, and I knew she really liked me, but after last year, coach made sure all of our professors knew not to be so lenient with us. As much as she liked me, she liked coach more, so I just hoped she liked me enough to not tell him I was a few minutes late.

I pulled the door open and headed straight for the stairs knowing it was at the bottom ground. I knew my way around this building since I'd been taking most of my classes here since I was a freshman. If I didn't I would probably be later than a few minutes.

With a minute to spare, I found the lecture classroom and luckily for me the entrance of the room was right at the back of the class, so no one but Jones paid much attention to me. She smiled at me as she stood at the front of the room waiting, I'm assuming for everyone to get here.

I was glad I spotted a few seats left in the back. Compared to the other art classes this class was about the easiest anyone could take, which meant everyone was going to want to take this. The whole semester we would pretty much go hiking and documenting our experience on what earth's landscapes had to offer. This was pretty much a solid A.

An empty seat wasn't the only thing I had spotted. Gabby, my roommates best friend sat in the back, looking through her stuff on the tiny table the university had to offer. She was always so obsessively organized. I didn't get it but whatever.

"Hey," I smiled down at her, setting my book bag down, pulling the seat down to take a seat.

God, I hated lecture class seats. They were too small and everything was too tight.

"Oh hey," she smiled brightly but then she scrunched her nose. "So are you going for the obvious or you really don't care?"

"Huh?"

She glanced at my neck.

"Oh that." I grinned knowing how awkward Gabby got with the thought of s*x in general. It's funny considering who her best friends are. "It's just a hickey."

"At least be discreet about it."

"Sweet little virgin Gabby," I turned my body to face her. "Hickey's are completely normal and should be normalized.

Actually s*x and anything involving s*x should be normalized. How do you think you were made?" I wiggled my brows. "Plus are you forgetting who your friends are? At this point my hickey shouldn't phase you."

I was talking about Jagger Spears, Landon Taylor, and Polly Allen, Gabby's best friends. Polly sleeps around occasionally, but Taylor and Spears were a whole different f*****g story.

They weren't only my teammates and friends but also my roommates. I've heard and seen a lot of s**t, but to name one of the many things that I not only heard, but also saw was the threesome. Probably not the wildest but it was at the top, in regards to s*x.

"Yeah I know, don't remind me." She scrunched her nose again.

"You know I can always offer my services. I'm willing to volunteer as tribute to take that load off your-"

"Oh shut up-" Gabby slapped my shoulder and began to look around. "I don't need people to assume I'm sleeping with you." She began to look around the room, and sure enough eyes were in our direction. I'm sure those who weren't looking had their ears perked up this way too.

"Alright alright, I guess we'll talk about this later." I grinned.

"Not later, not ever." She gave me a deadpan stare.

"Are you sure you're not a lesbian?" I tilted my head to the side. "Because you know I completely respect that."

Now I might sound conceited but I'm a damn good looking guy, and I've never seen her show a bit of interest in me or really any guy.

"Of course you would assume that." She shook her head letting out a small breath. "I'm not a lesbian for your information. I just rather not catch an STD or something."

"I'm very clean." I leaned forward.

"Eh, pass." She made a buzzard noise, and put her hand in my chest, pushing me back.

I couldn't help but smile. I didn't care anyways. I liked a girl with a little more experience anyways unless that girl was a certain redhead, golden copper to be exact. I wouldn't mind teaching her a thing or two, and I'm sure she would be more than willing.

"You can lick it first and then suck it or just go straight to it." I tease.

"And what do you want?" She looks at me through her lasher.

I watch as her chest slowly rises and falls, her n*****s hard against her satin dress that's riding up, barely covering her ass.

"To fuck." My voice is low as I tuck a strand of hair in front of her face behind her ear. "I want to f**k your mouth."I honestly say.

I desire nothing more than to take her hair, fist it in my palm and slam my c**k in her pretty little mouth. To take the one thing Matt never did. The thought turns me on so f*****g much. To be the first, but she has no experience. She wouldn't be able to take me and if she did I'd have to go slow until she could, and the problem is I don't want slow. I want hard and fast. But since this is the first time I won't have the pleasure of doing that.

"And why don't you do that?" Her voice is barely a whisper and I swear maybe it's just because I'm so turned on, but it almost sounds like she wants me to do that. She's willing to take me. Fuck... control youself. I tell myself.

"Because you've never sucked c**k. Maybe one day." The one day will happen, maybe, but not with me.

The memory was distant and foggy, but there were a few things here and there that I still remember. God that feels like a lifetime ago, and when I think about it I should have gotten her number, but whatever it is what it is.

"You know," Gabby spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts. "You really should be careful. I don't think you'd want to get some girl knocked up."

"Thanks for looking out Gabby, but that won't happen anytime soon. At least not until I'm thirty-five or something."

A kid was not on my list of things I wanted to do or experience. I was only twenty, and I knew about being careful. That's why I never had s*x without a condom, and never slept with a Jersey chaser. They were f*****g insane, and I really wouldn't past them to purposely get knocked up.

"Just saying, I really would hate for whatever poor girl would get stuck with your baby." Her eyes trailed my body from head to toe.

I laughed at her comment. "She'd be the luckiest girl in the world, but seriously stop talking about the s**t before you jinx it." I said with a serious tone in my voice.

The thought of a kid. God I couldn't even imagine it.

"Is anyone sitting here?" I heard someone ask Gabby.

I focused my attention on my phone and looked over my i********: and Snapchat. A lot of messages from both accounts, especially coming from girls, but there was no way in hell I'd open these up here and scare Gabby.

Maybe I could take a peak.

I glanced over at Gabby and saw her chatting away with the girl who was sitting next to her. I swear thar girl could be friends with the f*****g wall. She practically carried a neon sign above her head that said, let's be friends.

Before I get to press down on the message on Snapchat, Jones begins to speak. As much as I'm excited for the class, the only thing I dread are the lectures. It's a three hour class, and there's only so much I care to learn about earth's landscapes.

Don't get me wrong, I love nature and all of that stuff earth has to offer, but after a long day I don't care to hear about anything else. Especially when basketball season begins, it's going to be a killer.

Easy A. I remind myself.

Class passes by in a complete blur, I hardly remember anything that was covered. I just remember that she went over the syllabus. I know that much.

"Don't forget to check your canvas and emails for important updates and assignments. Have a good day. See you all on Thursday." Jones said dismissing us all. "If you have any questions don't hesitate to talk to me now or email me."

Just like me, I don't think anyone wanted to stick around to talk. It was already four and I was ready to go.

My phone vibrated in my hand, and I saw a message from the group chat.

Saint: I'm bringing sushi and lo mein. Don't eat fuckers

Landon: I knew I liked you for a reason mate

Jagger: You're missing out Landon. Sushi is f*****g good

Landon: f*****g pass

Jayden: More for me

"You're going to love it here." Gabby beamed with excitement as she chatted away again. "Also I was thinking we could already team up, either way she's going to make us get into groups when we go hiking."

"I already do." The girl responded just as excitedly. "And sounds good to me."

"What do you say TJ?" Gabby looked over her shoulder to face me.

"Sounds good to me." I said, giving her a quick glance and looked back down at my phone.

Me: Taylor you're really missing out. Be there in a few

I quickly replied and put my phone up.

I looked up again to meet the other person who was going to be in our group. Her back was bent as she was putting up her notebook in her book bag. Her hair fell over covering the side of her face completely.

The girl's hair reminded me of a certain somebody with golden copper hair. Tangled through my fingers, or fisted in my hand.

The one girl who was willing, and ready to go with it. Even Alexia had her limits, but Lola, f**k she was something else.

I should have f****d her mouth.

"Alright it's settled then." Gabby smiled and packed her things into her bag.

"Can't wait to start hiking." The girl said and sat up straight. "By the way my name is Lola." She turned around with the sweetest smile on her face, tucking the hair that was on her face behind her ears.

I blinked a few times, unsure if the person I had been thinking about, and dreaming about occasionally was actually here.

I watch the girl pour all sorts of drinks in her cup. I thought she was going to stop at Jagermeister but she poured rum, some other drinks and stopped at tequila blanco.

My eyebrow shoot up, this girl is either going to end up at the hospital and knows it, or can really handle her alcohol, but I'm going to go with the first option. She picks up the cup and inhales it, big mistake because she scrunches her nose but then smiles. She just f*****g smiles, without a f*****g worry in the world. So f*****g carefree... so f*****g stunning.

"Are you going to be standing here like a p***y or are you going to go talk to her?" Cole stands next to me. "Cause if you're not I will. I don't know who she is but she's hot as fuck."

"Of course I'm going to talk to her." I finished the last of my drink and set my empty bottle of Corona down.

I make my way towards her and watch as she lays the cup back down, and begins to scan the table. What more could she add?

Her hand reaches for the peach juice, but I snatch it before she can grab it.

Her hand reaches for the peach juice, but I snatch it before she can grab it.

"Hey!?" She protests, her brows pull together and she pouts. She f*****g pouts. I can't help the stupid grin on my face. I don't think she's drunk, but after that drink she will be.

"Hey!" I smirk down at her.

Up close I really get to soak every inch of her in. Her cheeks were rosy pink, brows knitted together, hazel spring like eyes and slightly glossy, and perfect plump pink lips. f*****g beautiful.

The smile doesn't last long because the second our eyes connect her smile drops, and her eyes go wide. I swear it looks like at any minute now, she's going to pass out as her face has gone completely pale.

"TJ," Lola was the first to say. All she said was my name, but the tone in her voice was filled with dread and something else I couldn't pinpoint. "You're here."

"Lola," I smiled at her hoping to see that smile on her face again, but it did nothing as she stared at me with an expression of... pain? "I'm here."

"I gotta go. I'll see you guys Thursday." Lola hurriedly said, she picked up her book bag and immediately left the lecture room.

I watched her leave, never once looking back at me.

"Oh damn it TJ." Gabby said with annoyance in her voice, bringing me out of my trance. I realized I was still staring at the door and she was no longer there.

"What?" I stood up picking up my book bag and swung it over my shoulder.

"Do you have to sleep with every girl you see?" She shook her head, and picked up her book bag.

We both started to make our way out of the lecture hall, and headed up the stairs through the double doors. My mind was still trying to reel in the fact that Lola was actually here.

I wanted to say she wasn't just different, she was something else. When I slept with her we- I... I- it doesn't matter anyways that was two years ago.

"I didn't sleep with you." I shrugged.

"Just don't make this weird for her." Gabby said.

"The only person who would make it weird is her. Look if she somehow developed some kind of feelings, she knew what she was getting into." I shrugged. "I'll see you later." I gave her a curt wave and walked in the opposite direction. I wasn't trying to, but my eyes began to look around for her, but she was nowhere in sight.

It was only one night, two years ago. Who the f**k cares if she's here anyways? I don't know what the hell her deal is, but I don't give a f**k.