Page 1 of Campus Crush
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Why, in God’s name, was there a dildo on my couch?
I froze in the entryway of my apartment and then closed the door behind me with a heavy sigh as I stared at the offending phallic object.
“Please don’t be used. Please don’t be used,” I muttered quietly, taking slow steps forward and approaching the couch.
“Sam,” I hollered, my eyes not leaving the large blue dildo. Dicks weren’t actually that big, were they? And why the hell was it blue?
“Sam,” I called again, a little more urgently.
No response.
“Samantha.” My patience was running out faster than the battery on that dildo probably did.
“One sec,” I heard her shout from down the hallway of our shared apartment just off campus.
“Do you have a guest?” I called. I was two seconds away from spinning around and walking right out the door. I’m sure I could waste some time around campus if need be. I’d been hoping to get a little time at home to decompress,maybe even play a littleStardew Valley, which had become my ultimate stress management tool.
That, and I loved chatting with BigBear88 and seeing what shenanigans he had gotten into. We’d met on a Discord server for fans of the game and talked nearly every day now—although usually only about the game. He couldn’t have a more different approach to how he played than I did. Whereas I was more a min-max girly, he was all kinds of chaos.
It was easy talking to him. Comfortable in a way real life never seemed to be. I was the epitome of awkward when it came to the opposite sex. I’d tried to be “cool” once and it had epically backfired. And then life had smacked me in the face, and I felt like I’d been holding on by my fingernails ever since.
Some days, the game—and BigBear88—felt like the only place I could actually breathe.
My gaze caught on the bright blue object again and I fought a shiver of repulsion. I’d seen enough of Sam’s “guests” to know I didn’t want to see another toned butt of some random dude I would likely never see again.
Her silence made me nervous.
This wouldn’t have been the first time I’d walked in on her hooking up with someone. It wasn’t even the first time I’d found a sex toy lying around our apartment. Although they weren’t usually this large…or blue.
Dicks seriously couldn’t be that big, right? That had to be some kind of kink thing.
“Nope, just me,” she said, walking down the hallway, her hair up in a towel wrapped like a turban around her head.
She wore her favorite pair of fitted leggings and a tight top. Sam loved to show off her body, as she should since itwas “banging”—her word, but I wouldn’t argue. She had the kind of curves women around the world would kill to have, and she wasn’t afraid to show them off.
Sometimes I was envious of how confident she was in herself—her sexuality, her independence, her free spirit.
What I wouldn’t give to have just an ounce of her confidence. Maybe then I wouldn’t hide in my textbooks like she constantly accused me of doing.
I pointed to the object. “Uh, is this your dildo?”
She laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that.”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “Please tell me that was not used out here on our couch—oursharedcouch.”
I loved Samantha Lowe like a sister—that had to be the reason we had been roommates since freshman year even though we couldn’t have more different personalities—but sometimes her actions drove me crazy.
She shot me a knowing grin. “Relax, Mom. I did not have sex on our communal couch. You don’t need to deep clean it. I was showing one of my sorority sisters how to put on a condom, because she’s about to lose her V-card tonight.”
“Shouldn’t the guy be the one who knows how to put on a condom?”
Despite Sam’s best efforts, I was still about as sexually savvy as a Victorian maiden. Hence why I wasn’t confident if that dildo was to scale or not.
Once upon a time, I’d thought I would finally lose my virginity freshman year, but instead of losing it to the guy I’d been secretly crushing on since the first day of classes, it turned into the most mortifying night imaginable. I might’ve been able to move past the humiliation if it hadn’t beenfollowed immediately by the worst days and months of my life.
After that, sex had been nowhere on my mind. And whenever I thought about that time of my life, I was unfortunately reminded of the mortification that preceded it. It was a vicious cycle I never seemed to be able to escape.
