Chapter 10

Ethan finally arrived at Stanford after a long and eventful road trip. The campus was vast, filled with an energy that spoke of ambition and innovation. As he stepped into the administration building, he went through the necessary steps to finalize his registration, sign up for classes, and receive his room assignment.

He had already decided beforehand that he wanted a single dorm room. With all the unique training and skills his parents had given him over the years, as well as the peculiar items he brought form home, he didn’t want to deal with the inevitable questions a roommate would have about his gear, routines, or occasional late-night activities. The extra cost was worth the peace of mind it provided.

Despite technically starting as a sophomore due to all the AP credits he had earned in high school, Ethan made the choice to pursue a dual major in Languages and Chemistry instead of minoring in Chemistry, meaning he’d be staying the full four years. The combination might have seemed odd to some, but to Ethan, it made perfect sense. Languages opened doors to the world, and Chemistry was a science that could be both practical and, in the right hands, incredibly powerful.

Four weeks into the semester, Ethan found his rhythm, and decided he wanted to sign up for flying lessons. He had always wanted to learn, and now that he had the time and resources, he saw no reason to put it off any longer. Ground school began, adding another layer to his schedule, but he thrived under the challenge.

His studies kept him busy, but he made time for the gym and exploring the campus. It was early in the semester and during one of his quieter afternoons in the library that he met Patricia Williams.

Patricia was a Computer Science major and had a quiet, reserved demeanor, which went completely against her looks. While she was a little short, her angelic face framed by Long blonde hair gave hint to the package hidden underneath her clothes, with significant bulging in the chest and rear end. At first, she barely spoke more than a few words to him, too shy to engage beyond the basics. But Ethan had a way of making people comfortable, and before long, she started opening up. He discovered that Patricia had a sharp wit, an infectious laugh, and a love for classic movies. Their friendship developed quickly, and soon, they were spending time together outside of class—grabbing coffee, working on assignments in the library, and even attending a few campus events together. She was also the only one so far that he’d let in his room. While she looked around like anyone would, she was surprisingly quiet about what she saw. This only endeared her to him even more.

As Thanksgiving approached, Ethan looked forward to heading home for the holiday break. One evening, as he and Patricia sat in the student lounge, she casually mentioned that she would be staying on campus for the break.

“My parents can’t really afford to fly me home,” she admitted with a small shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”

Ethan frowned at that. The thought of her spending the holiday alone didn’t sit well with him. “You should come with me,” he said without hesitation.

Patricia blinked in surprise. “What? I can’t just—”

“Why not?” Ethan interrupted with a grin. “I can’t stand the thought of you being stuck here by yourself. Plus, my mom will probably adopt you the moment she meets you.”

Patricia hesitated, biting her lip as she considered his offer. “I don’t know...”

Ethan leaned in, slightly invading her personal space. “Come on, Patricia. I promise it’ll be fun. Besides, I’d miss that smile of yours if you weren’t around.”

That did it. A soft blush colored her cheeks, but she finally nodded. “Alright. If you’re sure I won’t be intruding.”

“You won’t be,” Ethan assured her. “My family will love you.”

A few days later, they were on a flight back to his hometown. His parents greeted them warmly at the airport, and true to Ethan’s prediction, his mother immediately took a liking to Patricia. The holiday was filled with laughter, good food, and stories around the dinner table. Patricia fit right in, and Ethan couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment having her there.

As the days passed, something unspoken began to shift between them. Their friendship had always been easy, but now, there was something deeper beneath the surface—stolen glances, lingering touches, and a warmth that neither of them quite knew how to address.

The night before they were set to fly back to Stanford, Patricia made the first move. As Ethan wished her good night and walked to his room, she hesitated before entering her bedroom. Making a decision, she went to Ethan’s bedroom and knocks on his door. As Ethan opened the door, Patricia looks up into Ethan’s gray eyes and says,” I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

Ethan’s hands were firm yet gentle as he guided Patricia through the doorway of his bedroom. The air was thick with anticipation, the only sound the soft rustle of their clothing brushing against each other’s skin. His piercing gray eyes locked onto hers, a silent promise of the pleasures to come. Patricia felt a thrill run through her, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of him—tall, muscular, and exuding an intoxicating mix of confidence and raw sexuality.

With a tender touch, Ethan began to undress Patricia, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the soft, pale skin beneath. His touch sent shivers down her spine, each caress stoking the fire that burned within her. She watched, entranced, as he exposed more of her, his gaze lingering on her ample breasts, encased in pale pink lace that barely contained them. Her nipples hardened under his scrutiny, aching for his touch.

Once undressed, Ethan scooped Patricia up into his arms as if she weighed nothing, laying her down on the soft sheets of his bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, her hazel eyes wide with desire as she watched him disrobe. His body was a masterpiece of defined muscles, each one rippling as he moved. Her breath caught in her throat when his pants came off, revealing his impressive erection. Patricia couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of his thick, eight-inch cock standing at attention, eager to feel it inside her.

Ethan crawled onto the bed, a predator stalking its prey, and positioned himself beside her. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless. His tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. Slowly, he moved along her jawline, nipping and kissing his way down her neck. Patricia arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as he lavished attention on her sensitive skin.

His mouth continued its journey south, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When he reached her breasts, he wasted no time capturing a turgid nipple between his lips, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Patricia cried out, her back bowing off the bed as pleasure shot straight to her core. A small orgasm rippled through her, causing her pussy to clench with need.