Chapter 7

That first week rolled by quickly, between hanging out with Lindsay and obligations to my frat house. It was a great week, probably one of the best and happiest I’d had in school up to that point. If someone’d told me I was dreaming, I would have begged them not to wake me up. Time, like taxes, never stops, and a new week rolled around, bringing with it the start of classes.

Starting the third year of my program, the course load was heavier than last year. By the end of the second day of classes, I already had three hundred pages to read and two major assignments looming in less than a month. It sucks that college life had to be interrupted by all these pesky courses.

Lindsay’s first year started out as all first years do, pure chaos. Thanks to our little walks around campus, she knew where her classes were, but that didn’t prepare her for the workload. I found the same thing my first year, I think the professors do it on purpose to weed out the weak.

With Lindsay wanting to stay on top of things, it made getting together difficult most days. The best we could usually hope for was an hour or two in the quad or catching a meal together. It was nice, but it never felt like enough time. We’d have to wait for the weekend to really enjoy any substantial time together, and I still had commitments with the Alphas to balance out. My brothers were happy for me, of course, but being in a fraternity meant some of my time was taken in advance.

When starting a new relationship, you want to spend as much time with your girl or boy as possible. The world is brighter, food tastes better, and songs sound sweeter. You want to maximize the amount of time you see each other.

With Lindsay, the waiting in between weekends felt like eternities. We’d already been drawn to each other before summer. Then we ran into each other at the reunion, which, while great, made the month long wait for September even worse. Now, with classes and coursework ramping up, it felt like the world was against us.

I’d never really felt this strongly for a girl before, and it was a little unnerving. I’d seen it happen with friends before, the stupid grins and goo-goo eyes, as they’d space out in their fantasy lands. I’d always been more in control of my emotions; with my relationships feeling more casual than this. I felt wholly off-balance.

Still though, each time I saw her and we got together, it felt right. It didn’t matter if we were out at a part or just hanging out in her dorm room. We liked being together. Lindsay had become a regular visitor to the frat, with most of the guys directing her to where I am at the time. There was a running joke that we’re the first frat with two female members, as Lindsay’s roommate Donna had also become a fixture in the house. If one couple was at the house, the other would take the dorm room. Lindsay and I had become even more proficient at sneaking in after hours.

It was mid-November, just over a week before Thanksgiving when I found myself in Lindsay’s dorm room. We’d made plans to meet up with Reggie and Donna later in the evening for some kind of activity. The frat was quiet this weekend as everyone was taking it easy after the big Halloween costume party. My excitement at this year’s party had been significantly lessened since I didn’t need to hook up with a sexy nurse, sexy animal, or whatever other sexy variant of a costume girls wore this year. Lindsay had dressed as a sexy farm-girl, which made me laugh.

“What is the plan tonight?” Lindsay asked as she stood in her underwear.

“Not too sure, I’m guessing a movie or something,” I replied as I watched Lindsay decide on a new outfit. If we had more time, I’d probably bend her over the bed for a quickie. We hadn’t been able to get together like that since last weekend, and it was driving me crazy. I suspected it was the same for Lindsay, but she seemed to enjoy tormenting me as she faced away from me in nothing but her underwear. I’m sure she was wiggling her ass more than necessary just to tease me, knowing we couldn’t do anything.

“What do you think, black or red?” she asked, holding up two different dresses.

“Neither. I prefer you in nothing,” I said with a grin.

“Hm, I’m sure you do,” she bent over to give me a view of her bra-encased tits. “But we don’t have much time. Which one do you prefer?”

“I guess black?” I never was one for style. The best girl’s clothes were the ones that ended up on the floor in quick order.

Lindsay smiled, “That’s what I thought.”

She hung up the losing dress back into her very small closet and moved to her bed where she’d placed the black one. Bending over, she wiggled her ass at me dressed in a small pair of black lace panties. It was just one wiggle too much for me. In two strides, I was behind her, my body pressed against hers.

“What are you doing? We don’t have time for this,” she said. My hands roamed over her front as she scolded me but made no attempt to stop me either.

My lips kissed her bare neck from behind, and one of my hands cupped her bra-covered breast while the other moved south. A low moan escaped her lips as I felt her tremble slightly. Her skin was soon covered in goose-pimples.

“I think we make the time. They always keep us waiting anyway,” I replied between kisses from one side of her neck to the other. I let my hand slide inside her bra to massage her breast; her nipple hardened between my fingers. My other hand traced along the lacy waistband of her panties, testing to see if she’d actually stop me from continuing down. That resistance never came.

“You’re so bad,” Lindsay said, suddenly turning around to face me. Her face glowed with a wide grin as her arms wrapped themselves around my neck.