ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏

It's been two weeks since school started. Angela and I have been getting to know each other a little more. She's a great person; honestly, I could see us being best friends.

I was a business major courtesy to mumsy, but honestly, I don't mind it. I do believe that you should have a degree to fall back on when you're trying to get into an artist career.

I was taking a math class, some business management class, and an economics class. But, I'm supposed to be taking a fourth class. So, instead of picking a class that lines up with my major, I chose something else.

Arts 1301.

I just couldn't resist it. It's something about art that just pulls me in.

I grab my sketchbook, pencil, and colored pencils for the art class. Today was my first day of class and I was excited.

I hear my dorm door open and I turn to expect Angela, but instead a very tanned man stands in the doorway.

His white shirt is drenched like he was swimming and his breathing was ragged.

An orange liquid drops to the floor.

No fucking way.

"H-Have y-you s-seen, Angela," Ryan asks. He continues to pant like a tired, old dog.

He crouches down to the floor and lies down.

"Are you.....good?" I ask, confused. Because I was genuinely confused.

"I just ran 10 straight miles. With no break and no water," he explains.

He's actually insane.

I look for a weapon around the room just in case this maniac decides to hurt me. I see a pair of scissors by Angela's heels and I grab them, discreetly. I put the scissors in my jacket sleeve.

I slowly walk over to him and look as he tries to catch his breath on the floor. He looks up at me to analyze my face and then he quickly sits up.

"Oh, you're sexy," he says, dropping his voice ten octaves lower. It sounded like he was struggling to swallow something.

He scrunches his eyebrows together, squints his eyes, and purses his lips. Almost like he was trying to smolder.

I chuckle bitterly. "I thought you were in love with Angela," I say.

"I am," he says, getting off the floor. "But that doesn't mean I wanna have the same pussy for the rest of my life."

"Okay, listen Ryan. You're a big boy who lost one of the most amazing girls in the world. You're going to have to get over it. And stop running after her."

I push Ryan out of the dorm and exit after him. I close the door and lock it. I start to walk away and Ryan follows me.

"Then what can I do to get her to love me again?" he asks.

"She won't. You hurt her and she won't forgive."

I walk a little faster, so I could lose Ryan.

I just don't understand how Angela and Ryan became a couple in the first place.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The art class was amazing. We talked about our favorite drawing styles and what we want to do in the art world. The class made me feel like a little kid again.

For the past two weeks, every day after class, I sit under a tree outside of the quad and read a book or draw for about two hours. It's a nice, normal piece I have in my life.

As I'm sitting down, my phone starts to ring.

The caller ID reads Aureila St. Martin

What a nice way to ruin a good day.

I reluctantly answer the phone. "Hello, Mother."

"Maya Anneliese St. Martin, where the hell are you?" she yells.

"Well, hello mumsy. It's been what....three weeks? How have you been? Still in your book club?"

"Maya, I have been looking for you for two weeks. The people in the damn admissions office won't tell me what dorm room you're in."

I look at my nails. "Yeah, Mother it's called privacy. I'm in college, they're not going to just tell a random, crazy woman yelling at them for a student's dorm number. I could sue them."

Mother let out a puff and I could hear the eye roll. I smile, amused. "Where are you, Maya? I-I want to see you."

You want to control me.

"I'm busy with homework and studying, Mom. I don't have time to meet up." And I don't fucking want to.

"So, this is how it's going to be?" she asks. "I pay for your tuition and you ignore me for the rest of your life? Just like your brother and sister."

So, does she not see the pattern?

"If that's the way you want to look at it, Mother." She's about to say something else, but I hang up the phone.

I let out a long, loud, and exasperated sigh.

"You good?" I hear a voice say. A deep, rich voice. A voice I recognize.

"Kol?" I ask.

He peeks around the corner to see who I was.

His eyebrows squint in confusion. "How do you know my name?"

His chocolate eyes sparkled in the sun. I loved them. I mean, I had brown eyes, but he made brown eyes look so beautiful. So special.

"Uh..." I try to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. My eyes are drawn to his eyes, his jaw. The way his t-shirt is hugging his body just right.

He snaps and I am brought back to reality. "Did you hear me?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Sorry, Kol."

His lips turn up ever so slightly. "This is the second time you've said my name and I still don't know how you know it."

I look up at him blankly. I couldn't lie and say that he hasn't been in the back of my mind since I met him. I was so annoyed that I didn't get his number that night. Or at least get his dick.

"You told me," I say. He looks confused. "I told you?" he repeats back.

I shake my head yes. "We met a couple of weeks ago. At this club called The Red Vixen."

He looks like he's thinking and then after an agitating amount of time, he finally remembers. "Oh yeah, your ex-boyfriend fucked his sister, right?"

My mouth gapes open in surprise and I scoff. "Okay, one. He was not my boyfriend. He was my friend's. And two. It was his cousin not his sister, but then again that's not really any better."

His mouth turns up, in amusement. "I remember you," he says. "Maya."

He's staring right into my eyes and my cheeks start to heat up. Like full red in the face.

He goes back to what he was working on almost as quickly as we were staring at each other.

I blink a few times before taking out a book. I ended up staying under the tree an hour longer than usual, so I could stay with Kol longer.

He didn't speak and neither did I. When he finally left, I left a few minutes later. It was something about him though.

The way he showed no interest in any nonsense around him. The way he focused on the things that mattered to him.

It made me want him.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I returned back to the dorm. Worked on homework, talked with Angela, and then went to sleep. I told her about the Ryan fiasco and she told me about how he found her at a cafe 20 miles away from campus. He's got a real problem.

I was laying in bed, thinking about Kol. I couldn't forget about him.

I wanted him.

My hand was running along my arm, slowly and my breath was picking up. I was imagining Kol running his arms along me.

I run that same arm along my chest and drag my fingers between the valley of my breasts.

I bit my lip as I ran a finger around my nipple. I thought as if it was Kol doing these things to me.

I pinched my nipple and tried my best to conceal the gasps escaping my mouth.

I rubbed my legs together. I was wet and horny. I used my other arm and slowly trailed it up on my thigh.

I felt as if I was in the mindset of me and Kol together.

Kol ran his tongue on my neck as his hand slowly crept into my shorts. His finger skimmed my clit as I let out a low moan.

He sucked on the base of my neck while playing with my clit. His finger went in slow, circular motions that were driving me crazy.

"Can I put my fingers in?" he whispered in my ear. "Yes, please." He pinches my nipple and goes back to kissing my neck. He slowly shoved two of his fingers into my pussy. "My, my my. You are drenched."

I moaned out loud and Kol bit into my neck. "Shh. You don't want to wake your roommate, do you?" I shake my head no. "Good girl."

At first, he moves his fingers that are in me slowly as he stuck on my nipple, but then he speeds it up. He speeds it up to where I'm fighting to control my moans.

I hide my mouth in his neck as his fingers continue to plunge into my pussy. After barely a minute, I shake ferociously as an orgasm rips out of me. I think that's the hardest I've ever come. And that quickly.

After calming down, I snap back to reality. I look over to Angela to make sure I didn't wake her and she's still soundly sleeping. But I can't. I'm horny and I need somebody, anybody to satisfy me.

I get out of bed and look through my closet for clothes. I grab a crop top that I know my boobs would be good in and a black skirt. I grab shoes, my purse, and a phone. I lock the dorm room door and head to the bar on the edge of campus.

I needed some dick.

End of Chapter Four

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, the little tiny bit of smut at the end was just something I thought of because I didn't know how to end the chapter.

Sorry, if it was bad. I never really wrote smut before, so I have no idea what I'm doing, but please comment down some things you want to see in this story.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

Don't forget to comment, vote, and share this story with all your Wattpad-loving friends!!!