Sabrina.

“Yeah, uh, hi.” He unfolded the seat beside his friend, whom he'd only met the previous morning during a similar lecture. He slid himself into it slowly and winced at his soreness once his bottom hit the hard surface. “It was a rough night.” He scrunched his eyes shut and tried to remember his friend's name. Was it Dave?

They sat in a sprawling lecture hall, in rows upon rows of seats for students to sit and listen to their professor. Paul's senses were starting to reel as his hangover further blossomed. Had he gotten any actual sleep that night, or had he simply passed out from exhaustion? He would have normally skipped that lecture, considering the state he was in, but his unease about whom he'd taken home with him that night had had him scampering out of bed for the chance to escape.

“You went drinking?” Dave asked.

“Yeah. Had too much. Things got a bit... a bit weird.” Paul's phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pants pocket and looked at the screen. As he registered what he saw a flash of hot embarrassment hit him. He quickly lowered the phone, not wanting Dave to see.

“Hey! Hey, I saw that. Show me.”

It was too late. “No. No way, uh-uh.”

“Come on man. I saw something... a blonde girl? She looked hot.” Dave desperately reached for the phone. Paul was beginning to think he wouldn't continue sitting with him during lectures. “Come on.”

“Shit,” he groaned. “Fine.” Paul held his phone afar with his opposite arm, beyond Dave's reach, making sure nothing he didn't want to be seen was there. He covered the bottom right corner of the image with his thumb and turned the phone towards Dave's view, still too far for him to grab.

There was a play icon in the center – she'd sent him a video clip, which began with her standing with her rear towards his bathroom mirror, turning towards it to aim her phone. Over her slim little body she wore nothing but one of his black tank tops, and the sides of her amazing tits - easily a triple D of luscious young lady - were spilling out of the oversized armholes. She'd fixed up her hair and redone her makeup, giving lush weight to her eyelashes and her lips a bubblegum pink sheen.

“Wooo, fuck! She's hot. That chick is banging! Play the clip.”

“No.”

“Don't be a pussy man, play it.”

“Nope. That's all you get to see.” He locked his phone and slipped it back into his pocket.

“Shit. I didn't think you could pick up girls like that.” Dave turned back to the front of the auditorium, where the professor was taking her place behind her podium.

Neither did I, thought Paul. I didn't even know girls like her exist.

He remembered meeting her at the pub. She was absolutely magnetic, with her bouncy golden locks and gorgeous face. And that fucking body! Unbelievable. Somehow she was there alone, so he had swallowed his nervousness and seized the chance to talk to her and buy her a drink.

She liked that he was a couple years older than the other first year students, and was glad to talk about the time he'd spent just working odd jobs after high school. She drank like a fish, and as his wallet had grown lighter his recollections became fuzzier.

They'd eventually stumbled back to his dorm room. What happened there was a bit of a blur, but what he did remember chilled him to the bone. And his bones were so very sore.

Sabrina was definitely a unique case. He felt a maddening mix of emotions at the thought of her – lust, embarrassment, confusion, fear. In that lecture hall he'd managed to escape the reality of what they'd done that night, with only his soreness and hangover to tie him to it, but now that movie cl

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