Free Fuck Valentine's Day by C. M. Stunich

porn star mouth looked
really good in that little 'O' shape he was sporting.
    “ I
thought you were single.” I tried to keep my smile plastered
on my face, but it was slipping a bit. How on earth did I explain
that Preston was my stalker turned lover? It was sort of a weird
situation. My eyes slid carefully over to the platform and caught on
Preston's strong, muscular back, and the way he moved so slow and
careful, without any hint of the power that was resting dark and
deadly under that ugly, blue sweater. When I looked back at Quinn,
he was frowning.
    “ I
knew it. You're with that boxer guy, E.” I stared at him,
feeling quite stupid that I was the last person to get the joke.
Apparently even Quinn knew that Preston was a boxer and liked to be
referred to by the fifth letter in the alphabet. I must've looked
like a royal jackass when I went over to his apartment complex
spewing crap. “Guess we're not going to be trying out the
Seated Scissors,” he said, and I could only guess that he was
referring to a position in his book.
    “ I
guess not,” I replied.
    I
was dead wrong.

    After
class, Quinn veered away from me as I approached Preston and ended up
hanging on some long legs near the front door. I think they had
heads, too, but it was hard to say since their legs were
topped with massive tits and scalps of bleach blonde hair.
    “ Where
is he going?” Preston asked me as I approached him tentatively,
unsure as to how our new relationship worked on campus. He hadn't
said anything about it, so I assumed we were golden, but it didn't
hurt to be cautious.
    “ Quinn?”
I asked, completely and utterly confused. I laid my hands on
Preston's chest and wished I could rip off his sweater right then and
there and start licking my way down his sexy belly. “Why do
you care?”
    “ Because,”
Preston began as he shifted his brown eyes from Quinn's back to my
face. He smiled and nodded at the professor as he moved past and
then flipped him off when his back was turned. “Pervert,”
he whispered, and then, “We have plans with him.”
    “ With
Professor Pervert?” Preston laughed and stepped back from me.
I let my hands fall to my sides and tried not to be disappointed that
he was pulling away.
    “ With
Quinn,” he whispered quietly. “You're going to fuck
him.” My eyes opened wide and refused to blink as I stared at
Preston's face and tried not to think thoughts like, maybe
Rational Andi was right? Maybe he is crazy enough to turn me into a
lampshade?
    “ You
want me to fuck another guy?” I said, and the thought sounded
even worse aloud than it had inside my head. Preston nodded and
pushed his glasses up his nose. I kept my drool in check, but just
barely.
    “ You
have to have experiences before you can make decisions,”
Preston said as his lips curved up and his eyes flickered with just a
hint of jealousy, and a whole lot of lust. “If I'm the only
man you've ever been with, how will you be able to judge me?”
    “ I
don't need to judge you,” I said to him, thinking that this was
all some sort of weird insecurity thing that he was going through. I
tried to step forward, but Preston stepped back which infuriated the
hell out of me. I squeezed my fists at my sides and tried not to get
angry with him. “Why are you doing this?” I asked and he
grinned, nice and big, teeth flashing bright for just a moment. Goddamn, I never knew it was possible for a man in a
knitted sweater and khaki pants to look so fucking hot. He
couldn't have been any more attractive to me had he been in a biker
gang. I paused on that thought and tried to imagine Preston
straddling a hunk of gleaming metal. Okay, well he would
be a tad bit hotter if we was a biker, but not by much.
    “ I
want you to experience another man,” he told me as he closed
the distance between us and took a massive breath, one that told me
he was holding back, that he really
did want to touch me, but that he couldn't. “You better take
the chance