Page 38 of Kicking It with the Point Guard

The prickles I felt in the gym return, and my hand finds my cock, lightly stroking it. How long has it been since I’ve been this worked up? But now that I’ve started, I don’t think I could stop.

I picture Violet, eyes wide, looking up at me. Her lips are parted with anticipation, her tongue darts out, wetting them.

I imagine that tongue on me. Licking around me. She takes the head of my throbbing cock in her mouth, and my breath hitches. I grip her hair and tilt my head back, losing myself in her.

My grip tightens, and my strokes become more insistent.

She hollows out her cheeks, and her tongue presses against the underside of my dick. I can’t hold on anymore.

Ribbons of cum jet out, covering the wall of the shower. I shudder, riding out the high of a feeling I’ve become a stranger to. I should be embarrassed about how easily worked up I was.

But I’m not. I’m done being the victim of Allyson’s torments. That includes the pleasure that has eluded me for the past four years.

I quickly rinse off and let the shower wash away any evidence of the past few minutes down the drain before toweling off and getting dressed, feeling lighter than I have in years.

I head to the cafeteria, needing to address a different hunger now. If I’m lucky, I’ll run into Violet.

I pull my phone out, smiling. Maybe I don’t need luck anymore.

Violet

After waking up alone, I was a little sad. But then I saw the little scribbled note and the attempted doodles, and my spirits lifted. Even more so when I got the text that he was waiting for me in the caf for breakfast.

We had breakfast together, and Cam smiled more than I’ve ever seen him smile. My cheeks were burning by the time we were done, and when he grabbed my hand and led me to a spot out on the green, I thought I was going to throw up, my heart was fluttering so hard.

We spent the day together in view of everyone. It’s like last night flipped a switch in him. He was still his quiet, stoic self. But instead of an underlying confidence, he was oozing with it. I felt more confident in myself just by being near him.

That confidence soared when he walked me back to my room and kissed me right there in the middle of the hallway; a hard, fast burning kiss that left me dizzy and weak in the knees.

Our routine in the next few weeks changed. I passed the math test that we had studied so hard for, and Cam’s smile when I showed him the test with a bright red eighty-five percent circled at the top was brilliant.

I started studying more independently. The materials had started to make more sense since Cameron spent so much time explaining WHY things had to be the way they were.

We quit going to the library for our tutoring sessions. Instead, we alternated whose dorm room we studied in.

Cam was exhausted a lot of the time, and I felt a little guilty. Basketball season was in full swing, and he was busier than ever. But he never missed one of our sessions. Even if he would doze off occasionally when we were studying together… When he did, I’d pull his head into my lap and run my fingers through the curls that I’ve been envious of since the day we met, my math book beside me where I could still work… and yet, I still hadn’t made it to one of his games. There had been several home games.

I told myself if I passed the next algebra test, I’d go to one. Then the game came and went, and I still hadn’t shown up. Cameron never complained. It wasn’t like him to. But I had to wonder if it bothered him.

Professor Drivels expressed his suspicions as often as he could at my improvement, but he couldn’t say anything outright when he would ask me questions in class and I would be able to answer almost every one of them. I passed the next few tests, too, making several B’s. I even got an A on a section that I grasped particularly well.

Even his favorite pupils, James and his cronies, quit teasing me. Other students would partner with me in class, and I was no longer the math pariah I was at the beginning of the semester.

I forgot all about my bullies. They had left me alone for the time being.

Things were going so much better than I had dared to hope for. I was wary to enjoy it too much, but the affections between Cameron and me were blossoming into something more, and it was hard to linger on my doubts.

Dr. Harrington called me into her office, smiling. “I told you that we’d get you through this.” She told me to keep improving and make Professor Drivels look like an even bigger fool for doubting me.

I bumped into Lindsay outside of Dr. Harrington’s office, and she gave me a cold smile. It was the first I’d seen of one of the bitch squad in a while, and I was quickly on the alert, but she just walked off.

I didn’t really relax until I met Cameron on the green. It was officially fall, and the weather was wonderful. Chilly in the shade and perfect in the sun.

We grabbed some lunch and then studied outside.

Allyson sauntered by, arm-in-arm with a tall, muscular guy I’ve seen around campus a few times. She made sure to swing her hips extra when she got in front of Cameron, but his eyes were everywhere except on her.

She huffed, pulling her new toy along behind her.

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