Divine

I jammed my fingers in my mouth and let out a shrill whistle as The Divine finished off their last song with a blistering guitar riff from Kara Devine. She caught my eye and grinned, aiming the head of her guitar towards the ceiling of the auditorium and tearing out the last notes like a professional rock star. Her brother, Adam Devine, had just put the microphone back in its stand after singing the final verse, and was nodding his head to his younger sister's finale. The drummer, Adam's lifelong friend Brett, pounded his drums along with her in perfect concert. The crowd cheered, jumping to their feet and cheering like they had witnessed god. Adam and Brett wore simple jeans and band t-shirts, but Kara, Kara always liked to dress up. She was decked out in nearly knee-high black leather boots (the thick ones), a mid-thigh length black skirt, one of those white school girl type tops that exposed her flat stomach and a little red tie. Her inky black hair fell around her pixy face in sheer perfection, obscuring everything but one pale blue eye, encircled by dark eyeliner, and dark red lips. She finished with a flourish as the stage lights dimmed before changing to an altogether different lighting.

Adam approached the mic stand and grabbed it, beaming and panting with exertion. "Thank you! Thank you! CD's for sale at the door! Have a good year and take care of my baby sister, class of twenty twelve!" The crowd screamed its approval one last time before quieting down and beginning the slow process of exiting the auditorium. I sat back down and waited for the crowd to thin before standing once more and making my way towards the stage. Adam, Brett and Kara were sitting on the edge talking with fans and staff, even signing a few autographs. The Divine weren't well known outside of the local towns, but they were on the fast track to success in my opinion. They had been huge in their home town, my home town, and I had been close to all of them from the beginning, Kara especially. Kara and I had been neighbors from an early age, almost always ending up in classes together throughout school.

We had tried dating each other once in junior high school, but it had been awkward for some reason. When we started high school however, we had tested the dating scene and found it very disagreeable. I didn't like it because I just couldn't find the right person. Kara, on the other hand, was nearly raped by her second boyfriend and ran back to me because she knew I was safe. After that, for some inexplicable reason, we had clicked, finding that we were more or less perfect together. Because we had grown up together, we knew the subtle little nuances of each other's behavior and how we operated. This meant that we rarely fought and when we did it was because of things we generally didn't have control over. We were very easy going, mellow people and this meant that it took something huge to get us going.

When Adam had proposed starting a band 'just for fun', Kara had jumped at the opportunity. She could play guitar like other people could breathe and Adam, forgive me if I sound a little gay for saying this, had the voice of some kind of earth-bound angel. Brett was a solid drummer and Adam's best friend, therefore a natural choice.

As I approached the stage Kara spotted me and beamed, revealing brilliantly white teeth and a perfect, captivating smile.

"Ohmigod! Kara Devine, I'm your biggest fan!" I cried in an overly girly voice, clapping my hands to my cheeks.

"Oh jeez," Adam sniggered, "its that groupie again."

"He wants you bad, Kara," Brett chuckled.

"That's alright," Kara purred, "he is kinda sexy."

"Ohmigod! Kara Devine called me sexy!" I squealed, jumping up and down and fanning my face in a very feminine manner.

She giggled girlishly, flicking the hair from her face to reveal her other eye. This was one of the things that I could not get enough of about her; her eyes were heterochromatic, the left eye was pale blue and the right was a slightly darker shade of green. I adored her eyes and she knew it.

"As always guys, a fantastic show," I congratulated, walking right up to the stage between Kara's knees. Tall as I was at six foot two, she was sitting on the stage and could look down at me, which she proceeded to do with an impish little smile.

"And now you have a famous girlfriend, Danny," Brett put in, elbowing Adam.

"Yeah, yeah," he admitted. Adam approved of Kara and me, but he still liked to be the protective older brother.

"I know," I said, blowing a kiss at her as I played with her boots, "I can be as lazy as I want and she'll take care of me with her rock star money."

"You don't get to be lazy with me, Daniel," she said sternly, a smile desperately trying to force its way onto her lips. Something in the way she said it made my mind flash to something a little different than being lazy. Suddenly there was an urge to rush her back to my dorm room right then and there. This was the last day of orientation and I planned on making the best of it.

"You don't mind if I steal your star, do you Adam?" I asked, looking from Kara to her brother. He looked behind him at the school staff beginning to pack up the speakers and wires.

"I suppose. We only have our instruments anyways," he replied. I smiled then turned to Kara, my eyes bright, holding my arms out for her to jump into.

"Noo," she giggled, "I reek."

"She is kinda ripe," Brett chuckled. Kara scowled and smacked him in the stomach.

"I don't care, c'mon," I prompted, opening and closing my hands.

"But, Danny," she whined.

I gave her a look and she sighed, slipping off the stage into my arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around my middle. In my opinion she smelled like water, if anything at all.

"Later fellas," I grinned over her shoulder before turning around to carry her out of the auditorium.

"Don't forget your guitar!" Adam reminded her.

"Oh!" she said, making to get out of my arms and go back for it. Instead, I backed up to the stage so she could grab the case her bother held out for her.

"Anything else?" I asked as she made eye contact while adjusting herself to compensate for the case.

"No," she smiled sheepishly.

I smiled, carrying her up and out of the auditorium and through the campus center towards the road. I made it halfway down the sidewalk towards the freshman quad, before I had to put her down. Mostly this was because I was out of shape from a lack of proper exercise, and partly because she could only stand being carried for so long before she started to fidget.

"What's the matter, Daniel, out of breath already?" she teased.

"Shh, don't tease. That freshman fifteen is coming on fast."

"How do you expect to keep up with me if you're already this tired?"

"Who said anything about keeping up with you?" I countered, smacking at her butt. Narrowly dodging my hand, she bounced around on the tips of her booted toes, still blatantly full of energy.

"Well, what are we going to do now then?" she shot back, jabbing at me with her guitar case.

"I don't know," I sighed, "I'm kinda tired."

She sighed disappointedly, "Oh well then, I was gonna let you fuck me, but if you're so tired I guess I can wait." She stopped and gave me an expectant look, waiting for my reply.

I narrowed my eyes, "Damn you, it's not fair that you can do this kind of thing to me."

"Oh stop whining, Daniel. Now, we're gonna go back to my dorm so I can shower and then we'll kick Eric out of your room." She was openly talking about this while we were walking through the quad, surrounded by fellow students, many of whom were already drunk. It was only ten o'clock the night before classes, and the after hour activities were already in full swing. There were four freshman dorm buildings situated in a rough square with the large quad in the middle. Kara lived in the far building while I lived in the one closest to the academic center.

I smiled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling our hips together, "What's the point in taking a shower now when you're just going to get all dirty again?" I, unlike Kara, was more self-conscious about what I said in public so I spoke in a low voice.

She grinned, pleased by the thought of getting 'dirty'. "Because, I like smelling good."

I stopped her and gave her an incredulous look, "Are you serious?"

She pursed her lips in an effort not to smile, but couldn't hold it, "Shut up." We burst into a fit of giggles as she pulled me into her building and signed me in. She lived on the fourth floor, something I bitched about nonstop.

"Stop being such a baby," she admonished for the hundredth time, as she opened her door. The lights were off and it was quiet; her reaction to which was a moment of shock before I grabbed her around the waist and picked her up again.

"Danny, no! Just because they aren't here doesn't mean ... mmff," she protested before I could silence her by planting my lips over hers. Her struggles were halfhearted and purely for show, because as soon as my lips locked with hers, she melted into me. Her guitar case thumped onto one of her roommate's beds as she clung to my head, pulling it harder against her own. Kara was really big into working out, be it running, kickboxing, dancing, Pilates and all kinds of other activities. As a result, her well toned legs nearly crushed the breath out of me.

"Uhhn, fuck the shower," she groaned, breaking away and biting at my lower lip. She went zero to sixty like that very easily.

"That's what I thought," I smiled, staggering up to her bed and trying to toss her onto it. She didn't go; her legs remaining tightly wrapped around my midsection so only the top half of her flopped onto the pink sheets. She was squeezing me hard, grinning as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it at her. Her legs tightened dramatically as my shirt landed on her face.

"Uhg, you're like that bitch from Goldeneye," I groaned.

"You callin' me a bitch, baby?" she purred, pulling me harder into her and digging the heels of her boots into me.

"A hot bitch?" I squeaked.

"That's right," she grinned, letting up a little bit enough for me to unlock her legs from around my waist and toss her completely on the bed.

She giggled as I followed; climbing on top of her and kissing her again as I struggled to get her little white shirt off.

"When are you going to learn how to take my clothes off properly?" She pushed me over and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away. She then rolled onto her side and started to take her boots off.

"Leave 'em on," I said quietly, sitting up and looking her over. Kara was a small girl at five foot three; and she looked stunning with her big black boots, plaid skirt hiked up to reveal a white pair of panties, and her little white bra containing her small breasts.

"Mmm, kinky," she purred lustily.

"No, what we did before school was kinky. This is just cool."

"I suppose," she grinned, remembering that night. Linking her arms around my neck, she drew me close and lightly kissed my lips. I felt her legs wrap around my waist once more and slowly lowered myself on top of her.

"So, my little rock star..." I trailed off as she slipped a hand down my shorts, making it quite obvious what was on her mind.

"Mm babe, I want to be on top this time," she mumbled, squeezing my rapidly stiffening cock, hard. This tended to happen after her shows while the adrenaline was still pumping. She gave me an expectant look, as if she was waiting for an objection.

"Knock yourself out, babydoll; I love just laying there," I smiled, rolling off to the side and helping her slide on top of me.

An impish grin revealed perfect, white teeth, "Yeah, just lay there and take it, little bitch."

Scowling, I reached up and pinched her side.

"Ow!" she squeaked, slapping my hand away. Her knees jabbed into my sides, nearly crushing the breath out of me once again. A wild grin on her lips, she grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers, pushing them above my head and leaning down to kiss me hard. You may think less of me for letting her take control like this, but in the heat of the moment it was unbelievably hot. This also tended to happen after her performances and it was a bad scene when I tried to get in her way. So, through harsh experience, I learned to go with the flow. I could feel the intense heat radiating from between her legs on my crotch.

She broke away and we lay gasping for a moment before she said, "Why aren't your pants off yet?"

"I got distracted," I panted, now trying desperately to undo my shorts. She scooted up a little so I could work behind her and grinned down at me, running her hands through my short hair. As I struggled, she took her hands from my head and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. My eyes tracked up her body, taking in the slight curves of her petite breasts as my hands gradually stopped working.

"Mm, baby, did I say stop?" she purred, taking great pleasure in my attention.

"But..." My hand slowly came from behind her back and headed towards her bare tits.

"Ah ah," she tutted, grabbing my hand, "after those pants are gone." I was starting to breathe hard; I couldn't handle it when she teased me like this. I couldn't focus on one thing over another; I couldn't make a decision on anything.

"Baby, stay with it." Kara's voice resounded sternly through my addled mind.

"Huh, wah?"

Her gorgeous eyes softened and she leaned down, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. "Oh, sweetheart..." I could already tell her performance high was wearing off, but trust me that would not affect her near insatiable sex drive.

"Mm, its okay baby," she purred as she realized my full attention was back on her. Slender arms cradled my head as tender lips met with my own in a passionate kiss. Her hips rocking on my waist told me she was still good to go, and I went back to trying to squirm out of my shorts.

"You know, you're not helping by sitting on me like that," I said with a little smile.

"I'm merely providing ... motivation," she replied impishly. "And I know its working." I had gotten my shorts down and her delicate hands disappeared once more beneath my boxers.

"Uh, fuck it," I groaned, grabbing her head between my hands and pulling her down to kiss her roughly. She giggled into my mouth as her hands roamed my body. I took a hand away from her head and flipped her little skirt out of the way so I could squeeze a panty covered cheek. Her small breasts squashed against my chest as she ground her crotch against the neat tent in my boxers. She was breathing rapidly and her pupils were huge as we attempted to eat the other's face.

"Oh god, I'm gonna explode," she mumbled with a slightly embarrassed smile. I grinned, taking my hand away from her rear and slipping it under her, sliding it along her perfect stomach and into the front of her panties. She gasped, a shocked expression in her eyes, before being replaced by an utterly contented look. She was practically purring as I coaxed her off of my stomach onto the bed between the wall and me. My fingers slowly worked small circles over her moist outer lips, occasionally venturing a knuckle or two into her body.

Suddenly there was a burst of giggling from outside the room. Kara swore the air blue, instantly snapping out of her euphoric state and scrabbling for her bra. I was still reaching for my shorts as her roommates burst into the room, one giggling uncontrollably and the other trying to keep the first from falling on her face. I turned onto my side, using my bare back as a shield so Kara could pull her clothes back on.

"Well lookie here, Cynthia, our little Kara got lucky," the bigger of the two slurred, lurching to her bed and leaning heavily against the frame.

"Alexis, we should leave them alone," Cynthia suggested, trying to take Alexis' arm and lead her back out of the room. She tossed me an embarrassed smile as she struggled with her roommate. Kara had finally struggled into her bra and managed to pull her shirt on, but not button it.

"No, don't bother," Kara said, her annoyance clearly obvious to everyone but Alexis. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed as Kara squeezed past and thudded to the floor, still in her big boots. After pinning her inebriated roommate with a withering stare, she couldn't quite get out of her boots fast enough. Cynthia meanwhile, had sidled up next to me, watching Kara struggle in frustration.

"Sorry we kinda cock-blocked you, Danny," she apologized quietly.

I chuckled softly, "It's not me you're going to have to worry about." She giggled and flicked a lock of blond hair out of her eyes. I wasn't afraid to say that she was a looker, slightly taller than Kara with slightly more curvature to her frame. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give up Kara for the world but I did like to push her buttons every now and again. Although, it probably wasn't such a good idea right about now.

"Daniel," I heard Kara say slowly, "stop looking at Cynd's rack and hand me my shower stuff."

"I..."

"Yeah, don't even try," she cut me off, pointing to a plastic basket thing that held all kinds of bathroom products. I smiled at Cynthia and grabbed the basket, handing it to my less than amused girlfriend. Alexis had flopped onto her bed by now and looked to be passed out. Somehow in the split second I'd taken my eyes off of Kara, she'd wrapped herself in a towel and was for all intents and purposes naked underneath.

"Right, so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow morning for class?" I ventured cautiously, wary of the look in her eyes.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking exhausted, "Yeah, babe, I'll meet you outside your building at nine-thirty."

"Ok," I said, leaning in and kissing her gently, "Sorry about this by the way."

"Not your fault," she replied, kissing me back. I walked her out of the room after giving Cynthia a wave goodbye, to which Kara smacked my arm and glared at her roommate.

"Don't encourage him!" she shouted back into the room, slamming the door behind us. I couldn't help but laugh. She gave me her crazy eyes, something she did when she wasn't exactly thrilled with me but she wasn't completely pissed, and poked me in the chest with a finger.

"Better watch yourself, buster brown."

I just chuckled and kissed her again, turning to go.

"Morning sunshine," I snickered the next day, favoring the shuffling Kara with a sympathetic smile. She looked gorgeous as always, but you could see in the way she walked that she was dead tired. She responded with a very unladylike grunt and continued walking towards the academic circle, forcing me to follow along behind her.

"Aww, what's the matter?" I asked.

"I didn't sleep very well."

"How come, do you know?"

As a response she stopped, glared up at me for a moment, and then kept on walking.

"Oh come on! It's not my fault, you can't blame that on me!" I cried, hurrying to catch up with her.

"No, but you're an easy target," she forced through a smile. I pouted and was relieved when she chuckled, linking her arm with mine. "So, what class do we have first again?"

"Um, World Civs 103 in 115."

"Where the hell is that?"

I frowned, thinking, and gestured towards one of the buildings, "Somewhere in there."

"All hail the navigator!" she teased.

"Quiet, munchkin," I smiled, giving her a little shove. We playfully smacked at each other all the way to the classroom, which we had little difficulty finding. I picked out a seat towards the back and sat down, Kara hurrying to sit next to me before someone else did. The room filled up quickly before the professor arrived.

Now when you think about college professors, this guy was the image that should come to mind. Crazy salt and pepper hair, thick glasses, a well worn sweater vest, corduroy pants and a beat up black briefcase, assured me that no matter what he taught us, I would find this class amusing.

"Oh my god," Kara sniggered, hiding a smile behind her hand. I smirked as well.

"My name is Professor Whitfield," the man said in a surprisingly resonating voice, "I have a few requests to make of you before we begin the semester." It seemed he made eye contact with every one of us before continuing. "First off, no texting please. I find it very disrespectful. Second, I would like to have you sit in alphabetical order." He smiled apologetically, "It's something I can't seem to drop from my high school teaching days and it will help me learn your names faster." I stole a quick glance at Kara and couldn't help but grin. Her smirk had turned to full blown horror.

The professor proceeded to call roll and organized us into our new seats accordingly. I couldn't help but smirk as Kara was seated directly across from me, but on the other side of the room. She was seated next to a very attractive girl who she said hi to and appeared to hit it off with. The girl had golden blond hair with brown highlights, quite the contrast to Kara's inky black locks. When she looked over at me though, she pouted sullenly; I gave her a little wave and a fake pout of my own. I turned my attention to the professor who was now passing around the syllabus.

Suddenly my pocket began to vibrate and I sighed, shooting a look across at Kara who responded with a guilty smile.

Kara: This is going to kill me! =(

I rolled my eyes and replied with: Poor baby <3. A particularly cruel thought struck me and I added: I'll make it up to you after class ... and then I added a little winky face.

It took a couple seconds for the message to make its way to her cell and I watched closely as she carefully pulled out her phone and checked it. Grinning lewdly, I watched her face change from a simple smile to a slightly uncomfortable one. I knew this look, my Kara had an over-active imagination. Right now her entire thought process would be devoted to implications of this message.

My pocket vibrated again. Kara: donntttt, I don't get to be alone with you until tonightttt!! I grinned as the professor kept passing the papers out one by one.

Quickly, I replied: Mm but I wanna do things to you now! Can't you imagine me just fucking you silly? That last bit was a stretch, but as I looked across to her I saw it did the trick. She pulled out her phone and stared at the little screen, biting her lip. She crossed her legs and I could see her thighs tensing as she squeezed. She was too easy. I put my cell away as the professor came by and handed me the syllabus. As I looked up, I saw Kara glaring at me, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. I blew her a kiss and took my phone out again.

Kara: Can we skip and go back to my room? I shook my head, first at the message and then at her. She pouted and mouthed 'why?' back at me. I rolled my eyes and made a show of looking around the lecture hall. She fixed me with her most pleading look and bit her lip again in a fantastic show of desperation. Had she been next to me and been able to touch me, I would have crumbled immediately. But this was not the case, and I simply stuck my tongue out at her. This could mean one of two things for my future: one, she would get mad and I would get in trouble or two, she would pounce on me the moment we were alone. I prayed for the latter.

I could see her heave a big sigh and fold her arms on the table, resting her chin on her arm. Her eyes roved the lecture hall for a moment, glancing at the professor as he talked, but were eventually drawn back to me and I could see her sigh again.

The latter! Success!

The rest of the class passed me by slowly despite its mere fifty minute duration. However, the incident afterwards in the hallway more than made up for my boredom in the classroom.

"You're so cruel, Daniel!" Kara whined loudly, pushing herself against me in a small alcove off of the main hall.

"Mm, I did nothing, baby," I countered smoothly, pressing right back, catching her off guard. She looked up at me with pleasantly surprised eyes and threw her arms around my shoulders, rising on the tips of her toes to kiss me. Oblivious to our fellow students passing by just yards away, I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body against hers. She was beyond gone, totally consumed by her lust and completely indifferent to the throngs of passing students. I'm pretty sure I could have had her right then and there if I was so inclined, but we both had classes in less than ten minutes.

She hadn't made a sound since we first ducked into this nook, knowing she needed to be quiet; but she just couldn't contain herself anymore, "Daniel?"

Leaning in, I nipped at the edge of her ear, knowing full well it would drive her insane, "We have class," I whispered. She collapsed back against the concrete wall as I pulled away slightly, a horribly pained look coming across her face. I gave her a sympathetic grimace as she took my wrist to look at my watch.

"Can't you just skip English? I mean, it's not like you even need to try in that subject," she pleaded in desperation, running her hands over her face and through her hair.

"But you need to be in that math class. We both know you suck at it," I said, smiling. She chuckled despite it all and dusted herself down, turning so I could get her back.

She turned around and leaned up, kissing me again with a dreamy little smile on her lips, "Do you still not know what you do to me?" It was an ongoing joke between us, mostly her, that I was unaware of how I turned her on, the effect I had on her if you will. In reality, I had a pretty good idea as to how things worked. Whereas, she actually thought I had no idea what I was capable of doing to her.

I shrugged, smiling dumbly down at her in response.

She smiled wolfishly, "I'm so wet for you right now," her voice barely a whisper.

"Heh, but whose fault is that sweetheart? You've worked yourself up all by your onesy."

She snorted and stepped back into the hallway, pulling me with her, "I'll show you tonight just what it is you do to me, baby." Fortunately there wasn't anyone around to hear that. She gave me a look that sent electricity shooting to my crotch and winked, pushing through a door to head across campus.

"I suppose I deserved that," I mumbled to myself, putting in my headphones and trudging through the halls, trying to nonchalantly cover my hard-on. My next few classes were agony, her last words running through my head over and over. My plan had backfired completely! By the time my lunch break rolled around I was really suffering. Kara had a class during this time and got out when my break ended so we couldn't eat together. Instead, I met up with a few friends I had made during orientation. The conversation was light at first, the classes, the professors, and the school. But, as it invariably does with guys my age, the conversation turned to sex and the options this university had to provide.

I mentioned I had a girlfriend and I was effectively cut from the conversation then and there, but listening to them talk did nothing to help the condition I was in. By the time lunch was over and I was headed to my next class, I was in a worse state than before. Sitting in my next class I was compelled to mess with her again, just to ensure tonight.

Baby I want you soo bad! This being my last class of the day, and a massive lecture hall to boot, I was not concerned with niceties of not texting in class.

Kara: pleaasseee don't Daniel! I could just imagine her squirming in her seat now, biting her lip and giving my words a pained look.

Mm but the things I want to do to you ... I want to fuck you so bad. My being blunt with her often had a surprisingly devastating effect.

Kara: Daniel you are so mean

Oh no, sweetheart, not mean at all

Kara: you're going to make me scream if you don't stop

What kind of incentive for me to stop is that?

It was getting close to the end of class by the time she responded: you had better be in my room in the next twenty minutes

And if I'm not?

Kara: you don't want to find out...

"Oh, this is going to be fun," I said to myself as the lecture let out. Grinning like a mad-man, I made my way across campus towards the dorms. Thinking it over, I decided to take my time; I knew it would pay off in the end for the both of us. I just so happened to look off to my right across the parking lot to see a small figure booking it in the same direction I was heading. I recognized the raven black hair and stride of Kara Devine even from more than a football field's distance away. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight, causing a few passersby to give me weird looks. She was gone a second later though, hauling ass behind some trees; and, knowing her, she wouldn't even be winded by the time she got to her room. I shook my head; I was extremely jealous of how in shape she was. She could run circles around me. Anyways...

The walk to her dorm was entertaining to say the least; just thinking of what was in store was getting me more than a little excited. I didn't even notice the four story climb to her room. I stopped in front of her door, fixing myself a little bit and noticing the apparently random blank sticky note above the door handle. The slowly closing suite door thudded shut behind me, and no sooner had I looked to it and back than I heard thumping inside her room; the door disappeared in front of me to be replaced by a huffing and puffing girlfriend. I was right, she wasn't out of breath, she was just pissed.