The party wasn’t loud enough to hide the sound of Ally's laugh. That high, musical giggle—impossible to ignore—rolled across the quad and wrapped itself around Jim’s chest like a noose. He stood awkwardly by the drink table, plastic cup clenched in both hands, watching her through the haze of music and smoke and flickering string lights.
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She was surrounded again.
Three guys, maybe four. One of them had his hand on her waist, another was close enough that his lips nearly brushed her ear every time he said something. She leaned in, laughing louder now, a blush in her cheeks and a playful tug at the hem of her skirt. She was barefoot. She always ended up barefoot, tipsy and uninhibited, toes curling in the grass while her boyfriend stared from twenty feet away—silent, small, invisible.
Jim swallowed hard.
Ally caught his eye. She always did. She tilted her head, that little smirk playing on her lips—mocking, affectionate, cruel in the way only she could be. Then she whispered something to the boy behind her and stepped away, hips swaying, making her way over to Jim.
She wore a crop top that barely qualified as clothing and a skirt short enough he’d caught a glimpse of her bare ass earlier when she bent to grab a bottle. No panties, of course. That was Ally.
“You hiding again, baby?” she purred, wrapping her arms around his waist, her perfume drowning him in citrus and sin. “You look like you’re about to bolt.”
He tried to smile. It came out as a grimace.
“I’m fine,” he said.
She leaned in, nuzzling his neck. “They asked about you.”
His stomach clenched. “What’d they say?”
“That you were probably jacking off in the dorm while I was out having fun.” She laughed. “I told them nooo, he’s here… just watching. Like always.”
“Ally…”
She shushed him with a finger against his lips. “They don’t mean it, babe. They just know what you are. And I like what you are.”
His cheeks burned. His cock—pathetically hard—pressed uselessly against his jeans, and she felt it. Of course she felt it. She ground her hips just slightly, enough to tease but not enough to let him feel anything real.
“They said they want a show.” She tilted her head, biting her bottom lip. “Wanna give them one?”
He stared at her. His voice barely worked. “Here?”
She giggled. “You think this is bad? Wait 'til Cody's birthday party next week.”
Then she turned.
Walked back to the group. Pulled her top up and off without missing a beat, tossing it onto the grass like it didn’t matter, like she wasn’t suddenly topless under the quad lights, surrounded by grinning college boys. The crowd hooted. Phones came out. One of the guys grabbed a tit in both hands and jiggled them like a toy. Another leaned in to suck one, biting it hard enough she squealed.
Jim froze.
She looked back over her shoulder at him while a guy unzipped and shoved her to her knees. “You watching, baby?” she called, mouth already opening to take the first cock in. “Be a good boy and watch.”
And Jim did.
Because that’s what he was.
And she was his. In every way but one.
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