Free Romance: SPORTS ROMANCE: The First Half (Bad Boy Alpha Male College Football Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Pregnancy Romance) by Nicole Chance Page B

behaving well, and keeping my nose clean. To a point, you just sort of get stuck in that mode, and sometimes that can make things confusing for you.
    I was in my junior year of college, studying hard for my degree in accounting. I could, in essence, plan ahead for just about every twist and turn in my career path ahead, foreseeing every obstacle and knowing what I had to do to overcome them. And though that was fine and dandy as far as my career life was concerned, it didn’t exactly make things easy as far as establishing any kind of social life was concerned.
    And my sex life was, to put it mildly, about as still and lifeless as it seemed possible to be...
    I had conflicting attitudes about sex, honestly. I’d always been raised with the “only after marriage” mentality by my parents, though I’d somewhat outgrown that with some personal reflection and objectivity since moving out of the house. I didn’t really see sex as something wrong anymore, but I did sometimes wish I could better maintain my urges, which could be intense, and which I often felt interfered with my master plan to a large extent, preoccupying me, and driving me to distraction.
    I was, however, still a virgin at this point, no matter how much I may have craved sex, for a variety of reasons. It wasn’t like I wasn’t attractive enough to find a sex partner–in fact that was about the furthest thing from the truth. I had a tight, lurid little body, with milky white skin and mouthwatering proportions. I was slight in figure, with perfectly portioned breasts and a cute, tight ass, which I suppose, as far as that was concerned, fit my anal retentive personality... My seductive, slim curves were absolutely delectable, as were my cute face, my shoulder length blonde locks, and even the thick, nerdy glasses I wore–they somehow seemed to accent it all, their obtuseness pushing my own desirability even further up through the roof than it necessarily needed to be.
    Suffice it to say, I was no eyesore... Had I allowed myself to engage in such undignified practices as seduction, all it would likely have taken to get into men’s pants was a look from my penetrating blue eyes, and probably a lot less than that... Indeed, as I walked around campus, I could feel guys’ eyes on me, gawking at me, mentally undressing me, and imagining what it must be like to be inside me, exploring me, and appreciating my many feminine treasures.
    I knew, all the while, that I couldn’t allow myself to indulge these fantasies, no matter how painfully they oppressed me… causing my chest to swell, and making it hard as hell to breathe.
    I would walk around campus, books clutched to my ample chest, as I tried my damnedest not to give into my own human weaknesses, and allow myself to be seduced into the frivolity that spelled the demise of so many academic careers. It wasn’t just the thought of giving into sexual temptation that frightened me, but the thought of having it happen with the sorts of guys I saw around me. Douchebag jocks who strutted around campus practically wagging their dicks around, acting like they owned the sidewalks they strolled along. Thick chests, powerful muscles, and cocky, arrogant looks that revealed how sure of themselves they were...
    I imagined being used and abused by such men, my virginity taken, only to be left high and dry once they’d satisfied their own needs. I had no time for that sort of emotional nonsense to distract my course, nor did I particularly want to run the risk of STDs or pregnancy, which would have proven an even greater hurdle to clear on my path to success.
    Of course, if ever anything did happen, I would be sure to be careful. I was on birth control, for one thing, partly to even out my moods and periods, and if I did end up jumping into bed with some airheaded stud I would naturally use protection, knowing as I did that the sorts of guys who most assertively expressed interest in me liked to sleep around like there was no