Allen stood in line at the Cantina. It was too damn long. He hadn’t finished his coding assignment due at 3, and his buddy Eric wasn’t available to help. He’d have to squirrel away until the solution dripped out of his brain. Usually, he enjoyed schoolwork, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Justine’s email. He opened it again. Dear Allen, my sweet, “Why does this greeting hit so sexy?” he wondered. I’ve been silent abou...

It was mid-morning when, a few days later, Justine was finishing a calculus assignment. She had class in an hour. There was a knock at the door. Her roommate Margaret had cleared out early, and Justine was still in her nightwear, a Wile E. Coyote t-shirt over light blue cotton shorts. She looked in the peephole. It was Bryce. Jesus, it was Bryce! Something impelled Justine to yank the door open before she could have any o...

“I’m dying to see this.” Alone with Bryce in her dorm room on a random Thursday morning, Justine lightly palpated his length and heft through the fabric of his sweat pants. “This is crazy,” she said, barely above a whisper. Somehow, Bryce was excited and relaxed at the same time. “You want to see it?” She smiled up at him with mischievous eyes and looked back at his bulge. “Sure.” “I’ll let you do the honors.” His big han...