*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have Ben forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Faith Decker pursed her lips in annoyance as Patricia not Pat or Patty or Trish Childress wobbled drunkenly up the stairs with one of the ULD Storm football players. This left Faith solely in charge of the Cinco de Mayo celebration.
Faith knew it was truly an honor, to be the youngest Vice-Chair of the Alpha Zeta Rho Sorority, The oldest and most prestigious sorority of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. But having a chronically drunk or hungover Chair meant that the eighteen year old college junior was constantly in charge of activities, or council meetings, or just the day to day operations of AZR.
In honor of Cinco de Mayo, the finger foods was all Mexican style foods. The beverages had been selected to represent Mexico as well.
“As the university’s oldest sorority, we do have a reputation to preserve,” Patricia had sneered that morning as the sorority members scurried about, getting everything ready.
But the moment Trenton Smith set up the bar, Patricia had been hammering them down. The young man was working on a Master’s in Education so needed every penny he could earn.
“Okay, got the tequila, got the Mark’s Cinnamon Liqueur, the Lime,” Trenton said as he set up the bottles on the bar.
“Good. Give me a Chihuahua Martini,” Patricia demanded.
“A what?” Trenton had asked.
“There is no such thing,” Faith had smiled at the young man’s confusion. “We made it up.”
“Take two jiggers of Artigas tequila and one jigger of Mark’s Cinnamon Liqueur,” Patricia giggled.
“Shaken, not stirred,” Trenton said, adopting a ‘James Bond’ English accent.
“And an Acapulco is two jiggers of tequila and one jigger of Mark’s Lime Cream Liqueur,” Faith continued. “But Trenton? If they’re not twenty one? Point them to the table right here.”
Trenton looked at the table where a few two liter bottles of Picking’s Cinnamon Soda and some regular and diet sodas were sitting. One of the sorority sisters was busily preparing a bright green limeade in his large punch bowl.
“Yes ma’am,” Trenton agreed.
The Mariachi band was a very good band; they were all students of the university, three were music majors. Faith sipped her glass of limeade as she monitored the party.
“Hey, Faith, want to dance?” a ULD Storm football player asked.
Faith put the glass down after draining it. The band was playing and singing a slow song and Faith melted into the young man’s embrace.
Faith Angela Decker was the daughter of Duane and Angela Decker. Duane was currently doing twenty five to life in Mumphrey; his last conviction was for aggravated armed robbery. The victim was in a wheelchair and would never walk again, all for two hundred dollars. Faith’s mother was a full time stripper, not exotic dancer or entertainer, she was a stripper down at the Dead End. Angela was also a part time prostitute. Angela and Faith had the same round, cherubic face, Cupid’s bow mouth, small smattering of freckles across their button noses. Angela kept her mousy brown hair in a short bob, kept applying coloring to beat back the strands of gray. Faith wore her limp brown hair down to her thighs.
Faith also had the same small breasts and slightly large ass and somewhat thick thighs as her mother. Diet, exercise, and dressing to detract attention from her chubby legs, Faith did enjoy her fair share of admirers.
The band swung into another lively and loud song. Faith laughed as her companion spun her around; she knew his intent was to make her short skirt flare up, revealing her blood red panties.
“Jackson, Jackson, hold on,” Faith giggled, stepping away as Trenton was waving almost frantically to get her attention.
Trenton pointed toward a cute, chubby girl and Frankie Robertson. The girl, Faith did not know her, was stumbling drunk, even though she did not look old enough to drink. And Frankie Robertson was not one of Faith’s favorite ULD athletes.
“Jackson, get Marv and whoever else you can,” Faith ordered, quickly scurrying toward the nearly comatose girl and the smirking Frankie.
“Hey, hey, I, she had a bit too much to drink; I’m just taking her outside for some fresh air,” Frankie smirked when Faith blocked his exit.
“That right?” Faith asked. “Sweetie, hi, can you tell me your name?”
The girl looked blankly at Faith. She tried to speak but nothing came out. Her eyes were not the eyes of a drunk, they were the glazed over eyes of someone under the influence of something much stronger than alcohol.
“Look, I been working on this stupid cunt since I got here,” Frankie now snarled at Faith, moving to shove her out of his way.
Faith put a whistle to her lips and gave a piercing blast. Frankie swatted at the offending whistle and was jerked back by Marv Alton, forward for the ULD Storm Basketball team.
“Yes ma’am?” Officer Kenya Hebert asked, marching over.
“Yes, Officer, this young lady is under the influence of something; I stopped Mr. Frank Robertson from removing her from the premises,” Faith said to the DeGarde police officer.
“Hi Sweetie; you tell me your name?” Kenya asked the incoherent girl.
“You. Hands behind your head, lace the fingers,” the police officer barked at the now sweating Frankie Robertson.
“The cops? You got the fucking cops at this lame ass party?” Frankie barked at Faith. “Fucking bitch! The cops?”
The girl was indeed under the influence of a nasty cocktail. A small vial was found in Frank’s pocket. The girl was the fifteen year old sister of one of the sorority pledges who had brought her sister to the party, then promptly abandoned the girl when she managed to hook up with a cute little Latina that had come with the trumpet player of the Mariachi band.
The arrival of the ambulance and the ULD campus police brought an end to the Cinco de Mayo party. Faith organized the cleanup and unlocked the cash box to pay the band and Trenton for their services.
“I uh, Miss? This, this is for the whole five hours,” Trenton verified, holding up his cash. “But I haven’t even been here for two hours.”
“Trenton, you hadn’t alerted me? We’d lost a whole lot more than those bucks,” Faith wearily said as Patricia finally decided to stagger downstairs and see why the party had stopped.
“Well, she’d come up earlier, trying to get a drink,” Trenton admitted. “Then I watched Asswipe Robertson giving her his Acapulco Martini. Next thing I know, she is just falling all over the place.”
“Bar’s closed, Patricia,” Faith said tightly.
Patricia listened as Faith relayed the information. Patricia looked around for Tatianna Sneed, sorority member and older sister to Candy Sneed, the intended victim. Faith informed Patricia that Tatianna was at the hospital with her sister and Mr. and Mrs. Sneed had already been alerted.
“And why wasn’t I summoned immediately?” Patricia shrilled, manufacturing outrage.
“Uh, sent Gail up there,” Faith said. “Sent you not one, but three text messages when your phone went right to voice mail. Not sure what else I could have done.”
“Oh. I, that’s why Gail was knocking?” Patricia meekly asked.
“Ms. Decker, Ms. Childress, thank you,” Trenton said, preparing to leave.
“One minute, Trenton,” Faith begged, placing a hand on his arm.
Even though she was only eighteen, Trenton had not bothered to check Faith’s ID. After all, she was in charge. Faith had consumed two Chihuahua Martini before switching to the limeade. And rubbing against Jackson Fuller’s taut, well-muscled body had started Faith’s motor. But Jackson and the other ULD Storm athletes had left; there were at least three other Cinco de Mayo parties in full swing.
Trenton Smith was no Jackson Fuller. He was not six three, was not two hundred and seventeen pounds of pile-driving muscle. But Trenton Smith was a handsome young man with shaggy brown hair, shy smile and soulful brown eyes. At five nine, he probably weighed one fifty five. But he possessed a keen eye, a soft poetic style and mannerism. And Faith was horny.
Faith made sure she and Patricia had concluded their business. Leaving Patricia to supervise the cleanup, Faith pulled Trenton into a small alcove.
“I’m not usually like this,” Faith lied and pressed her body against a stunned Trenton.
She kissed him hotly, grinding her hips against him. She smiled up into his warm eyes and giggled at his adorable blush.
“Remember, I paid you for the full five hours,” Faith husked, pulling the mute young man to the stairs.
“I uh, yes ma’am,” Trenton said, his brain finally kicking in. “You sure did.”
His first year of college, Trenton David Smith had endured the same affliction of many of his peers, horrible acne. He’d also been bullied horribly in high school by the poplular clique and shunned by the female population. His mother did love him, but Lisa Smith just didn’t have the time to devote to her little man; she was working two and sometimes three jobs just to pay the rent and utilities.
Dave Trenton, Trenton’s father was of no help. The bitter man resented Lisa Smith, resented paying child support for a child he had not wanted.
“Know the difference between a mosquito and a whore? The mosquito will stop sucking the blood out of you when you slap it,” Dave snarled on one of his few visits with his son.
“A condom,” Dave had said to Trenton. “Only thing between you and a lifetime of paying over and over for one night of pussy.”
Trenton’s father had been an absentee father, disappearing when Trenton was twelve years old. Trenton’s mother was too busy, and Trenton’s two older sisters resented him and his one younger sister was too self-involved to notice him.
His second year in college, Candy Thibodeaux, a somewhat chubby girl with innocent smile latched onto Trenton. The cute brunette easily coerced Trenton into doing her class assignments for her and helping her study for her classes. In exchange, she allowed Trenton to service her pussy with his tongue and fingers. To a young man with no guidance, no tools in dealing with members of the opposite sex, this seemed like a good arrangement.
“Oh, no, no, Trenton, I, I’m saving myself for marriage,” Candy would declare whenever Trenton tried to go a little further.
Her oral skills left a lot to be desired and her hand jobs were clumsy and not very fulfilling. Usually, Trenton serviced her, then masturbated into a handkerchief.
After a study group for their World Economics class broke up, Daryn Blutcher pulled Trenton aside and quietly told Trenton that his girlfriend was the bicycle of Sigma Rho Iota’s fraternity. Trenton hotly denied this and even threatened to come to blows over it.
“Dude, you, you’re a good guy; you don’t deserve this shit,” Daryn said. “But hey, don’t believe me? Come over Friday night; we’re having a kegger.”
Trenton asked Candy for a date Friday night, hoping she’d say ‘Yes’ and prove Daryn wrong. Candy caused Trenton’s heart to soar when she excitedly agreed to a date; she was dying to try that new Thai place in Elgee, Hanging Gardens or something like that. But, an hour later, she called to say they’d have to do Saturday instead; her mother expected her home to babysit.
Friday night, Daryn Blutcher pulled Trenton to the common area of the Sigma Rho Iota house. Three girls were kneeling, engaged in a ‘blow job race.’ Candy was doing masterfully, even as they were not allowed to use their hands.
“Gentlemen, we have a tie,” Michael Breaux declared as Candy and April both received facials from their cocks.
“Mister President, I suggest a face-off,” a laughing man suggested.
“Most excellent idea, Sergeant At Arms Latchoilais,” Michael declared. “Gentlemen, I need two cocks to volunteer.”
“I, I’ve seen enough, Trenton said to Daryn.
“Like I said, man, you’re a good guy,” Daryn said somberly. “Too good to be used by a skank like Candy.”
When Trenton did confront Candy, she at first denied it. Then she lashed out viciously, ridiculing his masculinity, his penis size, his upbringing.
“You done?” Trenton calmly asked when Candy fell silent.
For a long moment, Candy stared at Trenton. Then the first tear slowly trickled down her cheek. That tear was followed by a waterfall of tears. Trenton handed the sobbing girl his handkerchief, then walked away, leaving her on the bench outside of the library.
Now, in the bedroom of Faith Decker, Trenton did briefly wonder if his cock size would be adequate. He did wonder if his oral skills would be sufficient. Faith Decker was not drop-dead gorgeous; she was ‘girl-next-door’ beautiful. Faith Decker was very sexy, with a sweet face, small breasts and sweetly rounded bubble butt.
As they undressed, Faith continuously touched Trenton, his face, his hands, his bare chest. Finally, she smiled and grasped his hands. She placed his hands to her face. Then she brought his hands down to her small breasts and hard nipples.
“You can touch me; I won’t break,” Faith whispered and kissed Trenton.
Trenton did touch her, and delighted her; his touches were accompanied by tender kisses to her lips. When they were finally undressed, Faith pulled Trenton to her bed by his erection. Trenton’s erection did wilt slightly when Faith peered down at her hand and his erection. She looked down, then looked up and smiled prettily.
“Nice,” she breathed and fell backward onto her bed.
Trenton fell to lay next to her. He continued his exploration of her with his hands while his lips touched hers. When his hand brushed over her bald pubic mound, Faith felt a hesitation in his fingers.
“Wax it,” Faith whispered, anticipating his question.
“I, oh man!” Trenton breathed out his approval.
Faith grunted into his mouth as his fingers danced up and down her very wet lips. His fingers then plunged deeply into her. His thumb mashed against her clitoris as his mouth travelled from her lips to her breasts.
“Mm hmm, oh,” Faith sighed as Trenton pleasured her breasts with his mouth and her pussy with his hands.
“Oh, I, oh yes,” Faith hissed out as Trenton kissed his way over her belly, heading toward her pussy.
Trenton used the techniques Candy had taught him. Kneeling between Faith’s splayed legs, Trenton wiggled his shoulders underneath her thighs. Then he began at Faith’s perineum and licked upward. Pushing Faith’s thighs slightly upward, Trenton brought his mouth down to her anus and licked from her anus to her perineum to her slit. The third time he did this, he incorporated his fingers, opening her anus for his probing tongue, then opening her pussy for his waggling tongue.
“Fuck!” Faith cried out as Trenton captured her fat little clitoris in his mouth.
“Augh, oh God yes!” Faith cried out as Trenton fingered her ass while sucking on her clitoris.
Within moments, Faith was grunting and mashing her crotch against Trenton’s face. She reached down and pulled her left buttock, opening her rectum for his probing finger.
“Mmng!” Faith screamed her orgasm in her throat.
“You, I, oh, oh, we do sixty nine?” Faith wheezed out, gently nudging Trenton’s mouth away from her hypersensitive crotch.
Faith rolled Trenton onto his back and straddled his head. She lowered her crotch to his face, then gripped his cock and stroked it a few times. Faith started by licking the head of Trenton’s cock like it was an ice cream cone. Then she sank her mouth down, swallowing him to the root.
“Erk! Ack, I, oh!” Trenton grunted as he felt Faith’s finger pressing against his anus.
Trenton tried not to think about the delicious feelings travelling up and down his cock as Faith sucked him. He tried to focus on pleasuring her.
“Mm, I, oh God,” Trenton groaned as Faith massaged his prostate gland.
A moment later, Trenton lost the fight against ejaculation and unloaded a torrent of sperm deep into Faith’s mouth. She continued to massage his prostate as her hot mouth milked him for all of his sperm.
Again, they lay on her soft bed and kissed. Trenton gave no thought to the fact that he was kissing a girl that had just swallowed a mouthful of his semen. He jumped slightly when her hand came down and gripped his reviving cock.
“I, you, when you had your finger up, you know, in my butt?” Faith whispered, stroking him.
“I, yeah, I, that was all right, huh?” Trenton apologized.
“I, yeah, yeah, I, I’ve never,” Faith said, trying to think how to put her needs into words.
When Trenton’s talented tongue had swiped across her puckered rosebud, Faith had literally seen sparks. When he had attempted to force his tongue into her rectum, Faith nearly forgot how to breathe.
His finger pushing into her willing rectum had overshadowed his oral skills. Reaching down, Faith had pulled on her buttock, hoping he would get the hint and put two, maybe even three fingers into her.
“Girl, just say it, just say it,” Faith ordered herself.
“I, you, you ever have anal sex?” Faith blurted out. “I, I want to do it, you know, have anal sex.”
“I, you, you serious?” Trenton gawked at her.
Faith let out a giggle when Trenton’s cock twitched and jerked in her hand. She felt his excitement ooze out onto her hand as she continued to lightly stroke him.
“Yeah, I, I’m serious,” she whispered and kissed him passionately.
Faith knelt on the bed and put her shoulders to the mattress. Reaching back, she pulled her pudgy buttocks apart, exposing her light brown ring. She shivered as she felt the mattress sag under Trenton’s weight.
“Augh, I, yyeess!” Faith hissed as Trenton’s tongue lapped frantically at her anus.
She hissed and bucked as Trenton forced one, then two greased fingers into her anus. She shuddered in pleasure as Trenton plumbed her depths with his greasy fingers.
“I, I’m about to scream,” Faith shivered and shuddered as Trenton pushed a third finger into her. “Come on, quit teasing me.”
“Aieegh, I oh God yes!” Faith cried out as the blunt head of Trenton’s cock pushed into her resisting bowels.
Releasing her hold on her buttocks, Faith began to frantically rub her pussy. Trenton was still pushing himself into her when she had her first anal orgasm.
“Augh, augh, augh, oh, oh my God!” Faith cried out, bucking and thrusting against Trenton.
“Yyeess, oh yes oh yes,” Faith cried out again when Trenton cupped then squeezed her small titties.
“I, oh, oh shit,” Trenton suddenly cried out and Faith screamed and gurgled through another orgasm as she felt Trenton’s semen flooding into her bowels.
A sudden need to void gripped her and Faith sprinted from her bedroom to the hall bathroom. Her need was so urgent she did not pause to close the bedroom door.
“I uh, hi,” Trenton stammered when a cute blonde girl peered into Faith’s room.
The blonde did not answer, but did give Trenton a shy smile. When they both heard the toilet flush, the blonde girl quickly disappeared from sight.
“I, oh man!” Faith wheezed, entering the bedroom.
Trenton stepped out of Faith’s bedroom into the hall. The blonde girl peeked out from another bedroom and Trenton blushed hotly. Neither he nor the girl said anything as Trenton entered the bathroom.
“You not done, huh?” Faith asked when Trenton returned and picked up his underwear.
With a smile, Trenton again placed his mouth to Faith’s hairless pussy. After she screamed and bucked in orgasm, Trenton then drove his renewed erection into her tight pussy.
Three hours later, Faith roused Trenton from a deep sleep. When they kissed, Trenton realized she’d taken the time to brush her teeth.
“I, I been you know, touching myself, watching you sleep,” Faith whispered into his ear. “You need to do something about that.”
“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” Trenton smiled, placing his hand over her pubic mound.
“I, oh, oh that’s a start,” Faith moaned as two of his fingers pushed into her. “I, but, I kind of thought, maybe you’d do my ass again?”
Again, Trenton greased her with one, then two, and a few minutes later, a third finger. By the time he had three fingers in her, Faith was grunting and pushing back against his hand.
“Fuck! Fuck yes,” Faith cried out as Trenton pressed his greasy cock against her constricting anus.
“Faith, it’s twelve thirty,” a soft voice called out.
“I, oh, okay, I, he’ll be out of here in a minute,” Faith called back.
To Trenton, Faith hissed, “Come on, fucker, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass…”
“Oh dear God,” Trenton cried out and pumped a stream of semen into Faith’s squirming hole.
They dressed quickly. Faith giggled as she watched Trenton try to find his other sock, then finally give up and jam his feet into his tennis shoes.
“I find the sock, I’ll call you,” Faith promised.
“Sorry, Angelique; I kind of lost track of time,” Faith called out as she walked Trenton down the stairs.
“No! Really?” Angelique’s sarcastic voice called back.
Final exams kept Trenton and Faith fairly busy for the next few weeks. Then Trenton was doing an Internship at Andrew Jackson Middle School and Faith was doing an internship at Thibodaux Investments. They had a total of three dates during the summer, and all three dates ended up in Faith’s bedroom, with Faith on her shoulders and knees, urging Trenton to fill her guts with his cock.
Suddenly, just as their internships were about to end, Faith hit Trenton with the ‘we should see other people’ speech. Trenton did not remember where he had heard it, but he had heard if a woman says ‘we should see other people,’ she was already seeing someone else.
“That’s fine,” Trenton smiled sadly. “I, I wish you nothing but the best, okay?”
“Wish you the best too,” Faith said, a small tear beginning to trickle down.
“Hey, my man, at least she was honest with you, huh?” Daryn Blutcher said.
The football player had become a truly good friend to Trenton since the Sigma Rho Iota party where Trenton saw just what his girlfriend truly was. Trenton nodded in agreement.
“You, you know, for a big ugly guy, you pretty smart,” Trenton said.
“Uh huh. Oh, hey, I thought guys with little itty bitty dicks were supposed to be the smart ones?” Daryn asked.
“Guess that’s why I’m just a dumb ass,” Trenton said, gripping his crotch.
“Naw, man, you, you ain’t dumb,” Daryn said, grabbing Trenton in a playful headlock. “But man, women? Women sure can make us do some stupid shit, huh? Kegger tomorrow night; be there?”
At the Sigma Rho Iota keg party the next evening, Trenton did finally get to fuck his ex-girlfriend. He used a condom; he could see at least three or four guys before him had not bothered to use protection. Their sperm was leaking out of Candy’s stretched pussy.
Trenton also fucked three other girls, then had to call it quits. He was out of condoms and out of anger.
The new semester started and Trenton threw himself into finishing his Master’s requirements. From time to time, he and Faith would cross paths and both would give one another beaming smiles and friendly waves. Twice, Trenton turned to watch Faith’s sweet ass in her short shorts walk away. And both times, Faith turned and caught Trenton checking her ass out. Her sweet giggle was a bittersweet sound to Trenton’s ears.
One Monday, Trenton was eating a pretty poor imitation of lasagna in the cafeteria. He looked up to see the silent blonde standing at his table. He smiled and she gave him a shy smile.
“Hi…Angelique, right?” Trenton said.
“Uh huh. I, you and Faith, you’re still friends, right?” Angelique asked in a soft Texas drawl.
“I, yeah, I guess. I mean, we really haven’t talked or anything in a while,” Trenton said.
“I, you, you come over?” Angelique begged, clutching Trenton’s hand. “She, she won’t come out of her room and she’s crying, I can hear her crying and please?”
“Oh good!” Patricia Childress said when Trenton entered the Alpha Zeta Rho house. “Need to hire you do our Homecoming party; you available?”
“Think so,” Trenton agreed, following Angelique up the stairs. “I’ll talk to you in a minute.”
“Go away,” Faith demanded when Angelique knocked on her bedroom door.
“No, Faith, I, I’m really worried about you,” Angelique begged as Trenton tested the doorknob.
“Go away!” Faith screamed out.
Trenton pulled his Swiss Army knife from his jeans pocket and used one of the multitude of blades to pop the flimsy lock. Faith let out an indignant squeal as the bedroom door swung open.
“I said, I, go away,” Faith screamed from the safety of her bed.
“No,” Trenton said, working his tennis shoes off of his feet.
“I, get out, get out, what, what are you doing?” Faith screamed as Trenton slid into the bed with her.
“So, what’s going on, Faith?” Trenton asked, spooning up behind her, pulling her back against his torso.
“I, please, please, Trenton, just, just go away,” Faith sobbed.
In answer, Trenton hugged her tightly, kissing her on her neck and back. He held her while she sobbed.
“I, I really fucked up,” Faith finally said, voice small.
“Tell me about it?” Trenton invited.
Trenton listened as Faith talked about falling in lust with a slightly older man, a handsome man that worked with her during her internship with Thibodaux Investments. He fought hard against reacting as Faith described their torrid love affair, their sexual hijinxs.
“I mean, yeah, I knew he was married, but he, he, he was getting a divorce,” Faith whimpered.
Trenton did gasp out when Faith disclosed her pregnancy. Faith either did not hear him, or was beyond caring as she continued talking.
“And I, and I, I called him at work and told him about the baby,” Faith wailed out. “And he, and he, and he said, he said come over to his house…”
“Oh my God what a dick,” Trenton said when Faith told him about Michael Chopin’s wife, a beautiful and very well endowed red head opening the door; but there was no Michael Chopin.
At first, the two women just stared at each other. Then Faith asked for Michael Chopin. In a flat voice, Pamela Chopin had let Faith know that Michael Chopin was not there. It was his home, but he had moved out. He had also vacated his apartment very recently.
“His wife, she, she’s pregnant too,” Faith sobbed.
“But Michael? Where’s this Michael guy?” Trenton asked.
“We don’t know. I, he quit his job at Thibodaux and they wouldn’t tell me where he went,” Faith sobbed harder.
For several long moments, Trenton held Faith, not paying attention to her slightly unpleasant body odor. Trenton continued to hold her, not reacting to her sweet ass rubbing slightly against his crotch. He softly kissed the back of her neck, not paying attention to her small, hard breast just under his hand.
“So, you, you having the baby?” Trenton asked.
“I, yeah. I, Trenton, I, it it’s not right, killing a baby just because the daddy’s a big old giant ass hole,” Faith said in a small voice.
“Okay. Then what?” Trenton asked.
“I, then, then, I don’t know,” Faith said. Near as I figure, I’ll be having the baby right at about the time I graduate.”
Faith tensed as she felt Trenton’s hand come down to her belly. She gave out a little sigh as Trenton’s hand gently massaged her slightly concave belly. She shivered as she felt his lips touch her neck again.
Trenton was quiet for a long moment. He just held her and softly rubbed her belly. Faith’s sniffling slowly faded.
“You hungry?” Trenton finally asked.
“I, God, I’m starving,” Faith realized.
“Come on, need to get dressed and let everyone see you’re okay,” Trenton said.
“Thank you, Trenton,” Faith said quietly.
“Uh huh,” Trenton said, helping her to sit up in the bed. “Oh, hey, you, you ever find my other sock?”
“Huh? Oh yeah!” Faith said and rooted around on her bed.
“You, you been sleeping with it?” Trenton asked.
“I uh, I couldn’t find a handkerchief,” Faith admitted.
“Uh, you can hang onto it,” Trenton said. “Really don’t want to be carrying around your snot.”
“Aw, but I thought you loved me,” Faith teased, wiggling into her bra.
“I do. That’s why finding out you let some other guy get you knocked up really hurts,” Trenton admitted and left her bedroom.
“Thank you so much,” Angelique said in her small voice as Trenton stepped out into the hall.
“Welcome,” Trenton smiled sadly. “But, really didn’t do it for you. Did it for me.”
“Don’t matter; you did it,” Angelique said and pressed her lips to his cheek. “Thank you.”
Trenton and Patricia agreed on a price for Trenton to do bar duties for the Homecoming Party. Trenton smiled as Faith came into the common area and spoke quietly to a few girls, then wobbled into the kitchen. With a wave, Trenton left the Alpha Zeta Rho house.
“Thank you again,” Angelique smiled and again softly kissed Trenton’s cheek.
“Keep that up and I’ll start coming around more often,” Trenton warned.
“Okay,” Angelique giggled and softly kissed his cheek again.
Trenton smiled and she giggled again. Then she quickly ducked into the Alpha Zeta Rho house again.
Angelique Stewart said she hailed from a Texas town Trenton had never heard of; Dan’s Hollow. But then again, he’d not heard of every town and city in Louisiana either.
“Thought everything was bigger in Texas,” Trenton smiled as he watched the petite girl scamper into the house.
“Again, thought everything was bigger in Texas,” Trenton said as he thought of Angelique’s flat torso and slim hips. “But, she is cute.”
By the night of the party, Faith had fully recovered. She smiled and helped Trenton set up for the party. She did not miss the fact that Angelique Stewart was also assisting Trenton.
“Okay, the drink of the night is a Hard Storm!” Patricia excitedly told Trenton and several people let out a loud cheer of ‘Go Storm.’
“I, okay, what is a Hard Storm?” Trenton smiled.
“Two jiggers of white rum, a jigger of Mark’s Cherry Liqueur and a jigger of Mark’s Vanilla Liqueur,” Patricia said.
“And, if they’re not twenty one?” Faith said, pointing to the smaller table where cherry punch and Vanilla Coke and Cherry Coke were set up.
“So, give me a Hard Storm,” Patricia demanded.
“What the hell; let me try…” Faith said.
“No. No ma’am, no ma’am, absolutely not,” Trenton said to Faith, looking pointedly at her belly.
The pop punk band, Splattery Will Get You Nowhere was fairly decent, with a six foot tall female singer and bass guitar player. Their very lively cover of ‘White Wedding’ by Billy Idol had Trenton dancing. Angelique came up, asking for a Chihuahua Martini and Trenton asked her to dance before he would serve her the drink. Blushing and giggling, she stepped behind the bar and danced with him.
Unlike his previous party, Trenton worked the full five hours. Tiredly, he collected cups and bottles and made his way out of the house. Returning a moment later, he saw that someone had already gathered the punch bowl and ladle.
“Thank you,” Trenton smiled, seeing Angelique washing the large plastic tub.
“Welcome,” she whispered.
“I, hey, you, you ever eat at Jade Garden? It, uh, it’s a Chinese place,” Trenton asked.
“No; they any good?” Angelique asked, now drying the bowl.
“Know what? I, I don’t know. I kind of figured we could find out together,” Trenton offered.
“There you are,” Faith said, entering the kitchen.
Trenton thanked Faith when she paid him. He smiled when she slipped him an extra twenty dollars.
“So, pick you up, hmm, six? Then we’ll go over to that minature golf right there?” Trenton asked Angelique.
“I uh…” Faith said, mouth open in surprise.
Faith looked at Trenton, then at Angelique. Faith then turned and fled the room. Trenton looked after the retreating girl, then looked at Angelique, waiting for her answer.
“Okay,” Angelique smiled, blushing hotly.
“Nothing up top, but she does have a nice butt,” Trenton thought as Angelique busied herself with washing the ladle.
“Aw, bar’s closed?” Patricia asked drunkenly, staggering into the kitchen with a hulking Right Guard following her.
“Afraid so,” Trenton smiled.
“Oh, oh well. I uh, oh! You, let me pay you,” Patricia slurred.
“I’ve already been paid, but thank you. Just let me know when you need me to work again,” Trenton smiled and took the washed and dried punch bowl and ladle from Angelique.
Angelique walked out onto the porch with Trenton. Hemming and hawing, she finally got around to saying ‘Good Night’ to him. The kiss she gave him was soft, tender, passionate. Trenton developed an erection from the kiss.
Watching Angelique lick the duck sauce from her spring roll gave Trenton another erection. Over their meal, Angelique told Trenton, he may not have heard of Dan’s Hollow, Texas, or Fordham County, but competitive archers worldwide knew the Fordham County name very well.
Jack Steward, my grandfather, who raised me and my two brothers started making bows when he was a boy,” Angelique explained. “Here, you, you got to try my pork.”
Instead of going to the minature golf park, Trenton and Angelique went to the campus archery range. There, Angelique instructed Trenton on the finer points of archery.
“How sh-tall are you?” Trenton asked when the diminutive girl managed to handle a bow nearly as tall as she was.
“Five even,” Angelique lied, adding one and a half inches to her height. “Why? How sh-tall are you?”
“Almost sh-tall enough to kiss you,” Trenton admitted.
“Yeah?” Angelique giggled, losing her flash of anger.
“Yeah,” Trenton said and did softly kiss her plump lips.
Trenton was elated when he did manage to hit the target. Angelique laughed, not reminding Trenton that it had taken him eleven arrows to accomplish this feat.
“Just need to practice,” Angelique encouraged as he notched his last arrow.
She kissed him hotly, soft tongue caressing his. Her small hand held onto him for a long moment.
“You meet my grandfather?” Angelique cautioned as they took the bows and empty quivers to the counter. “He’s going take you bow hunting. It’s always open season on wild hogs.”
“Um, wild hogs? I, aren’t they dangerous?” Trenton asked.
“Mm hmm,” Angelique nonchalantly agreed.
On their third date, Angelique took Trenton up the stairs into the room she shared with Gail. Gail was out on a date with her lover, an older female business woman.
“Look, I’m not a virgin, but…” Angelique said in between hot kisses. “I, oh! I, I really have to be in, augh, in love to…”
Trenton did feel a flash of ‘déjà vu’ when Angelique suggested oral sex. He was sure, just like with Candy, Trenton would lick Angelique and bring her to orgasm, but then Angelique would either come up with some reason not to reciprocate, or would reciprocate but would do so very poorly.
To his surprise, though, Angelique was the one reaching for his zipper. Her reaction to the sight of Trenton’s cock again brought up that flash of anger; she acted as if he was huge, too huge to fit in her mouth.
“I’m not a virgin, but…” Angelique whispered, tremulous hand gripping his erection.
She did manage to fit the first three inches of his cock into her small mouth. She used both hands to jack his shaft as she slurped loudly and moaned around the head of his cock.
“I, I’m fixing to, Angelique, I’m ’bout to come,” Trenton warned a few minutes later.
“Mm hmm!” Angelique loudly moaned and applied more suction.
When he caught his breath, Trenton reached over and unsnapped her blue jeans. She looked up at him, face wrinkled in confusion.
“What? You, you don’t want me to do you?” Trenton asked.
“You, you do that?” Angelique gasped, amazed.
“Not only do I do that, I like doing that,” Trenton laughed. “I like doing that a lot.”
Trenton knelt on the floor next to her bed. Her puffy pubic mound was covered by a light fringe of blonde hair. Apparently, sucking cock was exciting to her; her inner lips peeked out, plump and wet.
Trenton’s first lick garnered a low moan. Trenton’s next lick, from perineum to top garnered a gasp, grunt and moan.
By the time Trenton had Angelique at the precipice of her first climax, someone had popped the privacy lock on her bedroom door. Trenton did not look over to see who was barging in on their privacy. Angelique was gasping and squealing too loud to hear the interloper come into the room.
“Aieegh! I oh God, God damn, God damn, aieegh!” Angelique screamed in orgasm.
Trenton felt her pussy spasm and felt his face become soaked with her juices. He continued to finger her tightly squeezing anus but backed away from her clitoris. Slowly, he dragged his tongue around, cleaning her pubic mound.
“Oh my fucking God,” Angelique finally wheezed out. “You fucking pussy eating mother fucker, you better fucking go before I rape you, you hear?”
Trenton laughed as Angelique lay, shuddering on her bed. Weakly, she pushed at his head.
“I, God damn, no wonder Gail’s a dyke,” Angelique gasped out.
“Come on; no one’s ever eaten you?” Trenton asked, wiping his face with the hem of his pullover shirt.
“Not like that,” Angelique said, sitting up.
“And, seriously?” Angelique asked, small hand gripping Trenton’s erection through jeans. “Faith took that…up her butt?”
“Yeah. And uh, she…” Trenton started.
“And then broke up with you?” Angelique continued.
She wiggled into her panties and stood up. She pulled Trenton down for a scorching kiss.
“Bye, you fucking pussy eating mother fucker,” one of the housemates called out as Trenton and Angelique walked through the common area on the ground floor.
“Trina!” Angelique squealed, horrified.
“Bye,” Trenton agreed, smiling widely.
“I, I cannot believe!” Angelique squealed, running back up the stairs to the raucous laughter of the six or seven girls that lolled about the common room.
A visit to Chuck, for some truly delicious hamburgers was again followed by a visit to the archery range. Angelique pursed her lips in disapproval; Trenton did not manage to hit the target once.
“My grandfather’s going leave you to the hogs if you shoot like that,” Angelique declared.
“Gail’s here so I can’t have you coming in,” Angelique said when they reached the Alpha Zeta Rho house.
Trenton wondered if Gail was truly home, or was Angelique ‘punishing’ him for his poor performance on the range. After some very hot kisses, Trenton walked back to the archery range and purchased another quiver of arrows.
His arms were shaking from exhaustion and he was sure he would develop blisters on his fingers from the string. And, again, he’d missed the target with every arrow.
“Yeah, they make it look so easy in the movies, huh?” the girl smiled when Trenton returned bow and empty quiver to the counter.
Two nights later, Trenton took Angelique to a ‘chick flick’ she was dying to see. She paid for their tickets, and paid for the popcorn and beverages.
“Please, please don’t get a male attitude,” Angelique begged when Trenton scowled about her paying their way in, paying for their refreshments.
“By the way, what you got planned for Thanksgiving break?” Angelique asked as the lights in the sparsely populated theater dimmed.
“If I’m lucky, going down to Banks Street to feed the homeless. If I am unlucky? Sitting at home trying to choke down what my mother thinks is Thanksgiving turkey,” Trenton said.
“Hmm,” Angelique said and perked up as the first incredibly loud trailer started to play.
At the archery range, Trenton managed to put seven arrows into his target and one into Angelique’s target. Gail was again at home, and Angelique whispered that she was having her ‘special little visitor.’ But her kisses, as always, were full of passion.
“By the way, you’ll never develop calluses if you wear Band-Aids while shooting,” Angelique offered before entering the sorority house.
Angelique paid for a helicopter tour of the Atchafalaya Basin. Trenton was both terrified and fascinated by the experience. This time, at the range, only three of his arrows missed the target. Angelique kissed him, bouncing in her happiness.
“Oh oh, it going to get loud?” Patricia giggled when Angelique and Trenton entered the Alpha Zeta Rho common area.
“It’s about to get real loud,” Angelique agreed, despite her hot blush.
Faith was coming down the stairs from the third landing when Trenton and Angelique approached. Trenton felt a pang of sadness when the beautiful brunette turned and scampered to her room.
“It’s her own fault,” Trenton said, keeping his face impassive while Angelique studied his reaction to seeing Faith.
“You know, she found that guy, the baby daddy?” Angelique said.
“Oh?” Trenton said, not really caring.
“Actually, it was his wife that found him; they’re both suing him for child support,” Angelique said, flinging open the door of her bedroom.
As before, Angelique performed an esquisite blow job. Then she whimpered, squealed and screamed through three orgasms as Trenton tongued her sweet little pussy. After she pushed his head away, Trenton worked his way from her pussy to her small, perfect breasts. While he licked, gnawed and kissed her hard nipples, Trenton continued to touch her flesh with his hands.
In a few moments, he had two fingers plumbing her tight anus and two fingers plumbing her pussy while his thumb mashed against her clitoris. Her screams were muffled as he had his mouth clamped over her mouth in a frantic kiss.
“I, oh God, I, you need to fuck me you God damned mother fucker,” Angelique screamed out frantically.
“Angelique, its eleven o’clock,” a muffled voice called out through the door.
“Shit! Shit! It’s Gail, I, oh, oh God damn it,” Angelique protested.
Trenton and Angelique dressed. Gail came in and nodded politely as Angelique introduced them. She smiled softly, seeing Trenton’s happy smile when Angelique introduced him as her boyfriend.
“Y’all need get a motel room,” Patricia sleepily complained as she walked, clad in only panties from the stairwell to her bedroom.
“Oh like you’re so much quieter,” Angelique snapped.
“I’ll meet you in the cafeteria, mm, ’bout six tomorrow?” Angelique said and kissed Trenton.
From their dinner, they again went to the archery range. And from the archery range, Angelique had Trenton drive them to the Motel Acadiana.
“For free movies, press ‘2’ and scroll up or down to select your choice,” Angelique read on the placard affixed to the television in room 108.
“Amateur, anal, Asian…” Trenton read aloud.
At first, Angelique selected ‘Blondes’ and smiled, tugging on a lock of her blonde hair. But ‘Blondes’ seemed to be skewed toward ‘Interracial’ so Angelique selected ‘Oral.’
“Angelique, we really come here to watch this shit?” Trenton asked as one red head with freakishly huge breasts sucked two cocks at the same time.
“Mm, Really? Faith really took…” Angelique asked and selected ‘Anal.’
“I, uh, I like, I mean, when you got your fingers up my…” Angelique whispered, watching intently as an emaciated blonde took a massive cock up her ass with surprising ease.
“I like it too; I like it because it pleases you,” Trenton thought to say and was rewarded with a beaming smile and soft kiss from Angelique.
After ten minutes of watching mindless, mechanical pornography, Angelique returned her attention to Trenton. They kissed and touched and slowly undressed.
“We, I, we try it, up the butt?” Angelique asked when she was down to just plain white cotton briefs.
Trenton found it amusing and somewhat bizarre. Angelique was asking about anal sex; they’d not even had regular intercourse yet.
“I, yeah, I mean, yeah we can try it,” Trenton agreed, cock painfully hard. “But, we, we’re going need some kind of lube or something.”
In answer, Angelique pulled a tube of KY Jelly from her purse. Trenton kissed her and eased her panties down and off.
“Oh, oh yes, I, yes, you fucking pussy eating mother fucker,” Angelique cried out as Trenton tongued and fingered her to a quick orgasm.
Then he rolled her onto her belly and began tonguing her tight little rosebud.
“Aw, you ass eating fucker, eat my ass, eat my ass,” Angelique barked out as she rubbed her pussy frantically.
Trenton tongued and fingered her ass for a few moments. Angelique shrieked in orgasm as Trenton used WO fingers to stretch her anus. Trenton broke the seal of the brand new tube of lubricant and greased up his two fingers.
“Here,” Trenton gruffly ordered and thrust his cock into Angelique’s gasping, grunting mouth.
Trenton fucked Angelique’s face as he reached over her back to continue fingering her ass. The angle of her head was just right and both she and Trenton grunted as Trenton’s cock slid into her throat.
“Mmng!” Angelique screamed as Trenton’s cock fucked her mouth.
A few moments later, Trenton spewed rope after rope of his semen down Angelique’s throat. She pulled him out of her throat for the last few spurts of his semen. She shrieked and bucked again as Trenton added a third thick finger to the fingers in her rectum.
Trenton Then swiveled Angelique around, putting her on her hands and knees, facing the television. The images on the television screen continued to show girls being sodomized by cocks, fingers, dildos, and in one instance, a champagne bottle.
“Aieegh, I, oh, oh my God!” Angelique screamed as Trenton placed the bulbous head of his greasy cock to her virgin hole.
Looking down, Trenton almost blew his load. His cockhead was pressed against a shiny light brown ring. His cock looked gigantic when compared to Angelique’s sweet little rosebud.
Trenton looked up, looked at the vulgar images on the television. Next to the television was a faded mirror. Trenton saw Angelique’s beautiful face, saw the grimace of concentration on her pretty face.
Trenton paused. Angelique shuddered with the strain; her anus was trying to squeeze shut, trying to keep the intruder from violating her. Slowly, she let out a shuddering breath and Trenton pushed another millimeter into her resisting anus.
Waves of white hot searing pain shot through her. Angelique screamed, a blood curdling scream as her anus felt as if she were being ripped open. Again, Trenton paused.
His cockhead was just inside of her flowering anus. Even as her anus lost the fight and flowered open, the tightness and the heat were incredible. Trenton fought hard against the urge to jam all of his cock into Angelique’s struggling rectum.
With another shuddering breath, Angelique fell forward onto her shoulders. She reached her small hands back and pulled forcefully on her buttocks, opening herself some more.
“Aieegh, I, oh God, you, God damn you, you fucking ass fucking mother fucker, God damn it fuck my ass, fuck my ass,” Angelique shrieked and shook as Trenton pushed a centimeter or two of his cock into her struggling, wiggling rectum.
When Trenton lurched slightly, pushing nearly half his length into her, Angelique let out another blood curdling shriek. She released her right buttock and reached her hand between her legs. She let loose with some more profanities as she frantically rubbed her pussy.
Just as Angelique crested in orgasm, Trenton loosed a torrent of sperm into her bowels. Angelique continued to buck and thrash and scream vulgarities as she orgasmed.
On the television, the red head with the freakishly large breasts smiled as a beautiful, large breasted blonde thrust her fist into the red head’s gaping pussy. Another blonde with impossibly large breasts joined them and began to fist the red head’s bowels.
Trenton allowed Angelique to use the bathroom first. He watched some more oddly unemotional pornography before grabbing the remote and flipping to ‘Shaved.’ The first vignette was a lesbian one, and Trenton found the sight of the two women kissing while one applied shaving foam to the other’s crotch to be more stimulating than the anal action. The terms of endearments the two women exchanged as the first one knelt down to shave the other one was more erotic to Trenton than the endless ‘oh yeah, fuck my ass’ and ‘stick that monster up my ass’ had been.
After Angelique weakly staggered out of the bathroom, Trenton softly kissed her lips. He ducked into the bathroom and opened the miniscule bar of bargain brand soap. He cleaned his cock of the lubricant and streaks of other matter. The towel was slightly more effective than air-drying, but the friction did cause Trenton to get another erection.
“You want me to shave my pussy?” Angelique asked as Trenton joined her in the bedroom.
“If your pussy wasn’t so pretty, I’d say ‘yeah,'” Trenton agreed as a brunette wearing ugly yellow thigh high boots took on seven men, three at a time on the television screen.
“I’ll think about it,” Angelique promised as she pushed Trenton onto his back.
Angelique straddled him and slid him into her wet pussy. Leaning forward, she kissed him hotly. She moaned her approval as Trenton began playing with her small breasts.
On the television screen, the brunette with the ugly thigh high boots smiled as her face and her small breasts and her bald mound were now liberally coated with semen. Trenton grunted as Angelique’s pussy swallowed his cock and squeezed him in a hot, soft vise grip.
“I love you, oh you nasty ass fucking mother fucker, now you going fuck my pussy? Huh? Now you going fuck my pussy? Like fucking me? Like fucking my pussy? That’s your pussy, that’s your pussy you pussy fucking mother fucker,” Angelique screamed in orgasm.
“Know why that’s your pussy? Huh? Want to know why that pussy belongs to you? Because I love you, you God damned nasty mother fucker, I fucking love you, Trenton Smith, I love you,” Angelique screamed and bucked wildly as another orgasm quaked inside her small frame.
“I, augh, oh oh God, I, I Love you too,” Trenton gasped and loosed another stream of semen deep into her body.
She woke him at two in the morning and insisted they consummate their love with another ass fuck. At five thirty, she woke him and told him that Tornadough’s would be open in a few minutes; she loved their doughnuts when they were hot.
“Their strawberry’s the best,” Angelique enthused as Trenton sluggishly stumbled through dressing.
“I, you love me?” Angelique asked as she and Trenton stood in front of the Alpha Zeta Rho house.
“Yeah, yes, Angelique Stewart, I do love you,” Trenton smiled.
“You smell like ass,” she quipped then kissed him.
“You, are you two just getting home?” two AZR girls asked, jogging up to the house.
“Uh huh,” Angelique gave a guilty giggle before dashing into the house.
“Bye, you fucking pussy eating mother fucker,” Trina laughed as she did her cool-down.
“Oh! That, that’s him?” the other jogger asked, uncaring that her stretches was showing Trenton, Trina, and anyone passing bby that she did not have panties underneath her nylon shorts.
“Uh huh,” Trina laughed, toweling off.
Two days later, seeing Angelique Stewart in Burke Building as he stepped out of his Faculty Advisor’s office wiped the smile from Trenton’s face. She did not see him; but Trina did. Trina gleefully pointed toward Trenton and Angelique turned and gave Trenton a wide, happy smile.
“Hi!” she chirped, bounding over. “What you doing here?”
“Had to talk to Dr. Bercegay,” Trenton said, pointing over his shoulder toward the man’s office door. “Talk about doing my doctorates.”
“You going for a doctorate’s?” Angelique gasped, elated.
“I uh, yeah, I, is there somewhere we can talk?” Trenton asked, a heavy ball forming in his guts.
“I uh, well, I, Trina and I need to see Dr. Dee, but uh…” Angelique said, losing her smile.
“I, I’ll see you in the cafeteria,” Trenton said and gave Angelique a quick kiss.
“So…what’s up?” Angelique asked, approaching Trenton’s table.
“I uh, you, you want a coffee? They, they got a chocolate chip muffin; want that?” Trenton weakly offered.
“What’s up, Trenton?” Angelique demanded, eyes already filling with tears.
“Okay, look, this, this was all set up long before I ever met you,” Trenton started.
Thirty seconds, one half minute into telling Angelique about applying for a doctorate’s and teaching position at Norwill University in Norwill, Tennessee, Angelique leapt to her feet and ran, bawling from the cafeteria. Trenton felt his own tears as he numbly grabbed his still full cup of coffee and brought the cup to the waste bin.
“I love you. I do love you. It, it’s only for however long it’ll take me to get my doctor’s,” Trenton left on her voice mail.
“Plus that, you, you’ve got your own studies to think about,” Trenton left on another message.
He wasn’t surprised when his next call was blocked. With a sigh, Trenton showed up at the Homeless Shelter and dispensed Thanksgiving dinners to the homeless people of St. Elizabeth’s Parish.
“Oh, you sure can,” Trenton smiled at a four year old mixed race girl that gave him a dimpled smile when she asked if she could have more sweet potatoes.
The sweet, innocent dimpled smile was such a contrast to the haggard, defeated look the child’s mother wore. The young woman tried valiantly to return Trenton’s smile, but failed.
Trenton’s mother gave him a kiss and a hug just before he made the seven hundred mile drive from DeGarde, Louisiana to Norwill, Tennessee. Trenton dropped a postcard into the mailbox of the Alpha Zeta Rho sorority house with his new address on it. He ignored the glare Trina gave to him as he got into his car. With one last look at the beautiful campus of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde, Trenton drove away.
At a ‘meet and greet’ for new faculty, Trenton did his best to fit in, to be engaging and to be engaged. But his thoughts were seven hundred and twelve miles away, in a cheap, poorly lighted motel room. His thoughts were not in his conversation with Katherine Tait, a beautiful Asian American professor of Law, but on the screams and grunts of a petite blonde with pornographic chatter in the background.
“Four foot three,” Katherine said, anticipating Trenton’s question.
“Five ten. Want to compare weight?” Trenton asked, unamused.
“Ever need anything,” Katherine smiled, emphasizing the ‘anything,’ as Trenton was being led away by Dean Nichols.
“Professor Bercegay speaks very highly of you,” Dean Nichols stated as he introduced Trenton to a few of the tenured professors.
“And I think very highly of him as well,” Trenton smiled. “I had truly considered simply obtaining a teacher’s certificate but he convinced me to aim higher, aim for more than just a teaching position.”
Leaving the little gathering after what he considered a socially acceptable amount of time had elapsed, Trenton sincerely hoped his students would be more personable and engaging. His opinion of many of his peers certainly was not as high as the opinion most seemed to have of themselves. And Katherine Tait made him more than just a little uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a snowball struck him squarely on the face. Temporarily blinded, Trenton flailed around, trying to ward off any further attacks.
“I hate you! I hate you! Do you know the last time it snowed in Dan’s Hollow? I wasn’t even born yet,” Angelique screamed, throwing another hastily prepared snowball at him.
“What the hell am I supposed to do here? I’ve never been in snow before,” she demanded.
She shrieked blue murder when Trenton’s snowball struck her in her chest. Another shriek sounded when Trenton’s next snowball managed to catch her on her chest again.
“Stop right there,” an authoritative voice demanded.
Trenton turned to see a campus security officer approaching quickly. Turned away from her, Trenton was unprepared for the snowball that struck him in the back of the head.
“Ma’am, I said stop,” the burly officer barked.
“I want to press charges,” Angelique declared.
“Charges?” the officer asked, hand dropping to the butt of his gun as he eyed Trenton Smith.
“Yeah, he dragged me all the way up to Tennessee, in the winter,” Angelique said, stamping her feet. “And it’s too cold for a good old Texas girl be all the way up here.”
“Uh, ma’am, that, that sounds like a personal problem,” the officer said, fighting against the smile.
“Hi Sweetheart,” Trenton smiled, trying to hug her.
“‘Hi Sweetheart?’ ‘Hi Sweetheart?’ Uh, nuh uh, don’t be hugging on me,” Angelique said, trying to punch him.
“What are you doing here?” Trenton asked, managing to wrap his arms around her.
“What am I doing here? What am I doing here?” Angelique screamed at him, again attempting to slap or punch him.
“Yes; what are you doing here?” Trenton asked, managing to keep her arms pinned down.
“I’m here because, because, God damn it, I love you, you idiot,” she said.
“Love you too,” Trenton smiled and kissed her.
“Now, come on; I’m freezing to death out here,” she complained. “Take me home.”
The End
**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I sincerely thank you for reading my stories.
I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that ‘Favorite’ my works.
Faith Decker is one of the four children of Duane and Angela Decker. Duane and Angela are introduced in ‘Garden by the Front Door’ in the Loving Wives category. In that story, it is mentioned that Duane and Angela have four children. Joy Decker was briefly mentioned in ‘Goodman, Dorsey, Miller…’ in the Loving Wives category. Hope Decker is briefly mentioned in ‘Alana’s Playtime’ in Lesbian Sex category.
Faith Decker is a primary character in ‘Long Sentence’ in the Loving Wives category. The father of her baby, Michael Chopin is the main antagonist of that tale.
Officer Kenya Hebert is the wife of Lieutenant Steven Hebert. Their romance is begun in ”Honey’ ‘Sweetheart’ & ‘Sugar” in the Group Sex category.
Daryn Blutcher, the classmate that alerts Trenton Smith to the lies Candy had been feeding Trenton is a character introduced in ‘Writing It Down’ in the Anal category.
Likewise, Candy Thibodeaux and Michael Breaux are briefly mentioned in ‘Writing It Down.’
Katherine Tait, the law professor is a character first introduced in the ‘Jeff Tait’ series in Interracial Love category.
Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.