I reconnected with an old … enemy [M18 / F19] [young love] [sex] [college]

I don’t recognize her. “Cal. I didn’t know you went here.”

I put down the cup of punch I’d been sipping and trace the sentence back to its speaker. She’s the brunette girl with her hair in a tight bun and the cute nose piercing. I’d checked her out when she arrived at this picnic, but that meant nothing, I’d done that to all the girls. And yet, there’s something else familiar about her, something I can’t place…

Then it clicks. “Alexis? Alexis Daly?”

She rolls her eyes. “What? You forgot who I am?”

It’s stupid, but I blush. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I just, uh, didn’t expect to… here…” I shrug at the courtyard, the building, the university campus, the entire geographic region, so far away from where I grew up. Where we grew up.

And I don’t think she will, but she gets what I mean. “I know, it’s ok. I feel like a foreigner here, too.”

I’m leaning against a small retaining wall in the dorm courtyard, watching as the others play cornhole and croquet and the other quiet lawn games. Alexis takes a spot by my side. “Nice to see a friendly face,” she says.

Alexis doesn’t like me. Back in our home town, we went to the same high school, had classes together. When required to, for schoolwork reasons, she tolerated me. Otherwise, she was one of the… well, mean girls. She was too good for the rest of us, and she let us know it. She orbited in those high social strata, the ones that were hinted to be filled with parties and drugs and sex, not that lowly goons like me were privy to the specifics.

So I puzzle over her comment for a minute, replay it in my head. This is university, this is her chance to become that big fish in the big ocean. And this is my chance to be something different than the dork I’ve always been. I don’t need old Alexis Daly from my small town high school following me around, reminding me of who I’m trying to no longer be.

“Is it?” the words form on my lips but stay there, unspoken. That’s what the old me would have said.

“It is,” I say instead. I look around the space, at how ordinary it is, compared to where I thought a girl like Alexis would end up. “But what are you doing spending your Saturday afternoon at a lame dorm mixer like this?”

She frowns, looks around. “Whadya mean? What’s wrong with this dorm mixer?”

“I just figured, this being college, a girl like you would be out somewhere, I don’t know, way cooler than this.”

“Hey now, Cal. Our dorm captains tried very hard to make this a fun party. Look, there’s three kinds of punch, gluten-free cupcakes, and red party cups, the ultimate indicator of fun. They even put popcorn on strings!”

I blink at her, taken aback by her sarcasm. It’s a moment before I laugh.

“Anyway,” she continues, “What do you mean, ‘girl like me?’ What type of girl am I?”

I shrug. “You know, cool girls.”

She grimaces, or maybe scoffs, I’m not sure. “I’m a cool girl?”

How do I explain? “I just mean, you always seem like you know what’s going on. Like you were in the inner circle. And here? Yeah, it’s college, new town, new people. But it’s already been a couple months, I’m surprised you’re not running the place yet.”

She takes a sip from her drink, studying me over the brim with her chilly gray eyes. “Cal,” she says finally, “You’ve got a weird way of flirting.”

“What–”

“Come,” she links her arm through mine, “You said it right, this party is lame. Let’s get out of here.”

“Where to?” I say dumbly.

We take a bus downtown, and it lets off right at the busiest intersection. There’s a cafe, and we get coffee drinks that taste like milkshakes. We snatch seats on the sidewalk at a little metal table where we can watch the crowds mill past, and she pulls out these oversized sunglasses with aqua frames. She has nailed the look, whatever the look is, with her air of assured indifference.

“And you’re telling me you’re not cool,” I say, nodding at her shades.

“I didn’t say that,” she grins. “Anyway. How’d you end up at this school? I thought I knew where everyone in our class was going, thought I’d be out here all by myself.”

I sip my drink, watch a family of tourists walk past. “I don’t recall you asking me what I was doing after graduation. I don’t seem to recall you talking to me much at all, actually.”

She peers at me through her shades, saying nothing for a minute. Then, “Ok, fine, I was a bitch. You want an apology? I’m sorry, ok?”

That was easy. Too easy. I double down, “I mean, not to be a jerk about it, but this right now is the nicest I ever remember you being to me. Part of the appeal of me coming way out here for college was getting away from… well, not you, specifically, but just all the bullshit of high school. Fresh start, all that.”

I don’t expect this, but she actually looks hurt. She turns away, and we’re quiet again. People walk past, up and down the avenue, in and out of the shops. Alexis traces them, imperceptible behind her glasses. I study her, really looking at her. She’s wearing a simple heather t-shirt, our university’s name across the front, and slim shorts. But despite the plain outfit, she looks so elegant, elevating the t-shirt into some high fashion piece by her aura alone. She’s always been a pretty girl, even if I’ve only ever let myself see her mean side. Also, I realize in horror, she’s about to cry, and although when I’d said that stuff, I’d meant it, now I’m fast feeling shame.

“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to erase what I’ve done, “I’m an asshole. Forget what I just said. I came here because I got a scholarship, actually.”

She turns, looks at me, blinks back the tears. “Makes sense, you always were smart.”

I give her a weak grin.

“You remember how I used to cheat off your tests?” she says, “Back in sophomore bio? It’s the only way I passed.”

“You did?”

“You’re telling me you don’t remember? You would help, hold your paper out and stuff. You were totally complicit.”

I scratch my head. “I … guess I don’t.”

“Do you really think I was mean to you? What did I do?”

“Well…” I think back. I know Alexis was mean. But I’m having a hard time recalling a specific incident. “I just…”

“I’m sorry, Cal, if I was. And I don’t know, maybe I was terrible to you and I just don’t remember it. But if I hurt your feelings, I wish you’d have told me.”

I shrink in my seat, wanting to disappear.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t ask where you going after graduation. But you didn’t ask me, either.”

It’s like I’ve been slapped, my cheeks burn in shame and I stare at the table.

“Cal,” she says, leaning forward, “Remember that time, the estuary field trip? The mud? I was such a klutz. Who falls in like that?”

I’m still distracted by my own embarrassment. “Oh, yeah.”

“You walked with me all the way back to the nature center, waited while I tried clean myself off in the bathroom. I must’ve been in there a half hour. Jared Kloster was on our bus, too, and I had a crush on him at the time. He made so much fun of me, though, I hated him after that. You never gave me a hard time. You only ever seemed … concerned. Empathetic.”

I shrug. “It wasn’t… wasn’t a big deal.”

She sighs. “I also came here hoping for a ‘fresh start.’ Someplace where nobody would know who I was. Where I could make new friends. But look how well that’s going, spending my Saturday afternoons cruising by myself to lame school-organized parties.”

“So lame that you’re reduced to hanging out with a loser like me.”

“No!” she turns quickly, looks at me. “No, that’s not what I meant. I really was happy to see you there. Even if you think I’m a bitch.”

“I don’t.”

“You sure?”

“I did,” I say, “I was wrong. You’re not, and I don’t know why I ever thought that. And I’m sorry, I really am.” I take a deep breath. “I haven’t been letting myself admit it, but you’re right, this whole going away to college thing, it’s not been like I expected. People here are different, distant. And whatever wrong thing I thought about you before, I’m glad you’re here now. Truly.”

She lets this sink in, grinning. Then she says, “You’re getting better at flirting.”

“What–”

“C’mon,” she stands, “Walk with me.”

She takes my hand and we stroll down the street. In the plaza, there’s some tents set up, vendors selling crafts and photos and blankets. We walk past one with hundreds of pieces of silver and pewter jewelry on display, different shapes and inset stones, earrings and necklaces and bracelets.

“Hey, man,” calls out the guy behind the table, an aging surfer, all tan and hemp, “You should get something for your girlfriend.”

I’m confused who he means. But Alexis smiles up at me. “Yes,” she says, squeezing my hand, “We should take a look.”

“Uh…” my head spins, but I look down at what’s for sale. It’s dizzying, the selection, and also Alexis’s smile.

“You’re lucky, man,” the seller says, leaning towards me as if he’s speaking in confidence, “Pretty girl, like her? But you gotta keep her happy, too, know what I mean?”

“Uhh–”

“You get her something like this–” he points at silver earrings, with gray stones inset, “This is labradorite, man. The gray matches her eyes, and it’s lustrous, too.” I eye the price on the little backing paper and am relieved to see that at least there’s only two digits, not that I can afford even that.

I turn, look at Alexis. She’s smiling at me even more than before, and it’s such a warm, easy, happy smile.

“Or, you know, man,” the old surfer continues, pointing at another set, “These are always popular, with the brilliant red, looks almost like–”

“No,” I cut him off, “I like the first. And the matching necklace, too. You take credit card?”

He grins. “Sure do, man. Sure do.”

I’m not smooth and I have no chill. I awkwardly hand the jewelry to Alexis. “Uh, this is for you.”

She doesn’t ask why, doesn’t question it at all. She takes the pieces from me and quietly replaces her earrings with the ones I gave her, and then clips the necklace on, too. “Well?” she says, showing off, “What do you think?”

“You’re beautiful,” the seller says, “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Not you!” she bats at him, giggling. She takes my hand and leads me away. “I didn’t think you were going to actually buy me anything. That was really nice of you, though.”

“He’s right though,” I say.

She glances back at me.

“The stones do match your eyes.”

“Thanks, Cal,” she says, grinning so wide her teeth show, pressed against her lower lip, “Come.” She squeezes my hand.

“Where?”

We’re back at the dorms, in her room, and I’m sitting on the edge of her bed. Alexis Daly is on my lap, straddling me, arms wrapped around me, lips pressed against mine, tongue in my mouth. She is soft and sweet and delicious and I have no idea what I’m doing. My hands rest on her waist, pulling her into me, but with her hips grinding into my lap it seems superfluous. She pulls the twist from her hair, and it slips free, cascading down to the small of her back.

“Grab my ass,” she hisses, a quick break in the kissing.

And that’s an instruction that I’d never thought I’d hear Alexis issue me.

Her butt, well, her shorts are really too short, and my fingers have no choice but to slide up underneath. She’s wearing panties with a frilled hem and a lacy texture, and she doesn’t seem to mind when my fingers slide underneath those, as well. And her ass, it’s just about the best thing I’ve ever felt, soft but muscular and compact but round — I never even dared dream of touching it, let alone rubbing and squeezing it at she made out with me.

And then — she breaks away, pulls back. “What–?” I stammer, “Oh.”

She pulls her shirt off, grabbing the bottom and lifting it up and over her head, yanking it free inside-out. Her bra, it’s black and basic and not particularly revealing. And yet, it looks fucking amazing, especially when Alexis reaches behind her back and pops it free. She tosses it aside, and her tits are right there in my face, two perfect hand-fulls, perky and fantastic. The silver necklace I bought her dangles just between them.

“You should see your expression,” she giggles.

My jaw is slack, I must look like an idiot. “You’re beautiful,” I mumble.

She rolls her eyes, but she blushes, too. “Just shut up and suck on them already.”

And you better believe I suck on them. Those pert little nipples — I caress them with my tongue, lap at them, kiss them, nuzzle them — I do everything to treat them with the reverence they deserve. The only thing that stops me…

“I want to fuck you, Cal,” Alexis moans.

Hearing those words emerge from Alexis Daly’s mouth is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me. I somehow manage to not cum immediately and soon I’ve got her on her back, naked but for the jewelry, legs spread. Her pussy is pink and perfect, and as I climb onto her bed, my erection surges, straining for it.

I pause to give her a kiss between the legs, and she moans in delight. It’s too much, I can’t pull away after that, and I kiss and lick and nuzzle her pussy until I hear her plead, “I need your dick…”

I kneel below her, stroking her legs, my cock resting against her spit-slicked pussy.

“Put it in,” she begs, desperation on her face.

I savor the moment.

And then I push my dick inside her.

She is so fucking tight, not that I have much to compare to her to. Until now, I’ve been only with one partner, my high school girlfriend, with whom sex was awkward and required a lot of discussion and planning beforehand and the lights off during and invariably only ever took place in one position, one with her on top where I had little to no control.

So, leaning down on the infinitely hotter, sexier Alexis Daly, watching my fat dick disappear up into her wet, taut little pussy while she moans and begs for it, and where up until a few hours ago I would’ve sworn she hated me and me her, it’s really no contest to say this is the best sex I have ever had.

“Fuck yes, Cal,” she pants, “Fuck me…”

My cock pounding into her, I think about my situation, how improbable it seems. From what I’ve seen, she’ll probably let me fuck her however I want. And for a moment, I consider it. I consider bending her over, fucking her doggy style, sticking my dick in her mouth and having her lick herself off my shaft like we’re in some porn, finishing on her tits.

But I don’t want those things. I want what I have now, and I want to come in her. I’m fucking Alexis fucking Daly and I want to fill her with my cum, and for her to watch me do it.

I lean down so we’re face to face, eye to eye, my hips slamming into hers. Her mouth hangs open, breathing fast and quick. Her cheeks are warm and red, freckles surfacing that weren’t visible a even few minutes ago. And her eyes, gray, pale, piercing, are locked on mine. Her expression … she’s not just lonely. I can see it, she really likes me, and she wants me to like her, too.

I must be empathetic, because that epiphany is what does it. I groan, and my hips buck. My balls tense and my dick stiffens. I feel the spunk shoot through my dick and into Alexis Daly.

“Yesnnnnngg…” she groans, back arching. I kiss her.

She kisses me back, furiously. My cock’s still hard, and I pump it into her, slower, semen still oozing from it. She clings to me, arms and legs wrapped around me, holding on like I’m going to run away. But when she lets go, I don’t run away, I just roll off her and lay next to her, gasping down air.

“Can I keep seeing you?” I say between breaths. Hell, I sound so desperate, but I can’t help myself.

“You fucking better!” She glows.

Two months later, we’re back home for the holiday break. We’re at Sarah Garcia’s house, Alexis’s best friend from high school, and who of course I also know. It’s a small reunion, ten or twelve from our old school, all either back from college like us, or wanting to catch up with those who are. None of them here are my old friends, the people I used to hang out with, and I’m nervous. But Alexis keeps her arms around me possessively, her head on my shoulder.

Nobody bats an eye at this, except Sarah, who frowns. “Really?” She speaks to Alexis as if I’m not here. “You and Cal? I know you said in the chat, but I thought you meant, I don’t know, a different Cal?”

“Leave them be,” says Mandy, one of the other girls, “Look at them, who’da guessed? But they’re a cute couple. They’re happy.”

Alexis lifts her head, says to me, “Did you hear that? We’re happy.”

I kiss her.

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