Scott was home for the weekend from his freshman year of college. He stayed on campus most weekends to enjoy some underage drinking and debauchery, but an old friend from high school had messaged him out of the blue.

Alice had been Scott’s best friend since she moved to town with her dad during their sophomore year. Scott had always admired her free spirit and open-mindedness that set her apart from the other girls he had grown up with.

She was from an artistic family. Both of her parents were painters and her childhood home was brimming with Kandinsky, Rothko, and Pollock. Even her bedroom was filled with drawings and portraits that had been penned with her own hand. Scott always felt like he was actually Alice, stepping through the looking glass when he came in her home.

He, on the other hand, grew up in a rigid military household that favored structure over expression. Scott had always envied her ability to just be herself, unafraid of the consequences.

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“Got any plans Saturday night? Heard you might be back in town” was her message.

They hadn’t spoken as much since Scott moved away the summer before their senior year, when his dad got restationed across the country. His mom still lived in the area, so they were still able to hang out once or twice a month, but not every day like they used to.

She started art school in-town and still lived at home. He chose an in-state school about an hour away. Their first semesters had been quite busy and they hadn’t seen each other since right after graduation.

 “Mom asked for some help this weekend so I was thinking about coming down. Haven’t made any plans yet” he responded.

Truthfully, he was actively avoiding coming home, but the idea of hanging out with Alice again would make the trip worth it. She was always fun to hang out with and was the source of a lot of late-night stories involving things like jumping a fence and skinny-dipping in a stranger’s pool.

“Getting together with some friends from art school Saturday night. Wanna come?” she messaged back.

Scott was afraid he wouldn’t fit in with a bunch of artsy kids but couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hang out and catch up. He had missed spending time with her but they both had pretty demanding schedules and had not yet been able to make it work.

“Sounds fun. Want me to pick you up?” he replied.

“Please <3.” sent Alice.

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Saturday morning, Scott grabbed a quick bite from the dining hall, said goodbye to his roommate, and headed out. Picking through his music collection, he chose a band she had introduced him to last year, and then made the hour trip home.

“Hey, Mom, I’m home,” he yelled out as he walked in the door. He was loudly greeted by Max and Daisy, 2 big mutts his mom adopted after his dad left town.

“Scotty, my baby! I missed you so much! How’s school? Meet any girls, yet?!” his mom excitedly pushed before he could put his bag down.

Scott feigned a smile and gave his mom a hug. “School is good. Have met a few girls but nothing too exciting,” he said.

She gave him a big hug back and continued, “Oh you will, don’t worry! I’m so glad you came home. I’ve got a bunch of stuff around here I need your help with. You got any plans or can you help me with the mower and out in the garden for a bit today?”

He spent the rest of the afternoon helping with odds and ends around the house, trying to kill some time and secretly hoping Alice would text so he’d have an excuse to get out.

 VRRRT VRRRT, his phone vibrated. “Want to pick me up about 930 and we’ll head downtown?” it read.

“Let's do it,” Scott replied.

“It’s a date,” Alice wrote back.

Wait, what did she mean by that? he wondered.

When Alice first moved to town, Scott had the biggest schoolboy crush on the new girl who lived just two streets away. Alice made it clear she wasn’t interested in him, and their relationship had always been happily platonic. She had never once shown interest in it being more than that.

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“Hey girl, I’m here,” Scott texted.

“Be right out!” she wrote back.

Two minutes later, down walks Alice. Her usual beach blonde hair now had a streak of bright pink that immediately caught Scott’s eye.

She popped into the passenger seat. “Hey, babe! Missed you,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and clicking her seatbelt.

“Look at you, all dolled up. Love the hair!” he said while putting the car in gear.

 “Take a right up here, it’s that building on the left,” she directed.

They pulled up to a new-age, gray and black building on the south side of campus. There were massive abstract sculptures by the entrance. Scott couldn’t decipher what they were supposed to be, but one resembled a flying bear, which seemed a terrifying concept.

“I’ll introduce you to a few friends and we can grab some beers,” she said with a smile while taking him by the hand and leading him through the front door.

“Sounds cool. No one is going to ask me to play the bongos or perform my one-man play, right?” he teased.

 Inside, it looked more like an art gallery than a student dorm. The sound of Nirvana could be heard coming down the hall and a distinct smell Scott recognized came wafting in as they approached one of the many open doors.

“Trissa is one of the upperclassmen who TAs for my art history class. You’ll love her,” Alice said with a smile as she turned and entered a dimly lit doorway about halfway down the hall.

Inside the room were two girls and a guy painting the back wall in what Scott could only think to describe as, “fluorescent Jackson Pollock” that looked especially vibrant under the black lights in the room.

One of the painters turned around. “Alice! I’m so glad you came,” the girl said while reaching out and giving Alice a big hug. The girl’s luscious tits were busting out of her white tank top as she leaned in, looking almost a little oversized for her petite frame. Her freshly curled blonde hair hung just above and perfectly framed her cleavage.  “Who’s your cute friend?” she added with a wink towards Scott.

He blushed.

Grabbing Scott again by the hand, Alice explained, “This is my bff Scotty. He came back in town for the weekend so I thought I’d bring him to campus and show him a good time.”

“Well, we definitely want him to enjoy himself then,” she teased. “So Scottie, what do you think of our little paradise? See anything around here you like?” the girl giggled while twirling her hair around her finger.

“Uh…” Scott gulped. “There are a lot of… really nice things to look at around here”.

The girl gave him a smirk and then motioned with her head to the corner of the room with, “Help yourself to some cold beers in the fridge.”

“Thanks, Trissa. Really appreciate the hospitality!” Scott eagerly replied while grabbing a couple beers and handing one to Alice.

“Oh, I’m Hannah. That's Trissa,” she replied, gesturing behind him.

Scott turned around to see a stunning brunette he had not noticed walk in. She was taller than he and with a tight pixie cut and glasses. She had a laissez-faire attitude about her as she lifted a joint to her lips and inhaled.

“Hey kid, good to see you,” she said, holding the hit in her lungs and passing the hand-rolled cigarette to Alice.

As Alice inhaled, she reminisced, “Scotty, remember that time we got super baked at that Incubus concert and that goth chick tried to get you into the porta-potty with her?”

“Haha, how could I forget? She grabbed my junk through my shorts so hard I thought it was going to leave a bruise!” he chuckled while taking a few sips.

Alice passed him the joint and grazed the back of his hand with her fingers, then looked him in the eyes and winked.

Not wanting to look sheepish, Scott took a huge toke and immediately burst out coughing.

“Oh, no! You sure you’ve done this before?” Hannah joked while taking the joint from him.

*COUGH COUGH COUGH* Scott tried to regain his composure. “It’s been a minute!” he mused.

After a few hours of drinking and a number of joints Scott had lost track of, the wall was finally finished, and everyone was settling in to enjoy the music and fluorescents.

Alice found Scott’s lap to be the most comfortable seat she could find. Her petite behind looked molded into her jeans and Scott couldn’t help but notice how nice her ass was looking tonight. 

She had been rubbing back and forth against his pants for the last hour. Scott had originally shrugged it off as her trying to get comfy and being a little baked, but he had begun to suspect she was trying to get a rise out of him.

She leaned back and put her head against his chest and rubbed his bicep. He wrapped his arms around her, and she kissed his forearm.

Is she actually hitting on me? he wondered. This wouldn’t be the first time they cuddled or she platonically kissed him, but her body language this time seemed different.

After a few minutes with her head leaned against him, wrapped in his arms, Alice whispered in his ear, “You want to go for a walk?”

He meekly nodded as he pondered what she could be up to.

Alice led him back into the hallway and away from the gathering. Out in the hall, they were alone and free to talk.

“You know… I’ve really been missing you,” she said shyly, making her way towards a large sculpture atop a pedestal in the corner. “Did you miss me?” she asked with her lips big and pouty, eyes full of desire staring deeply into his, begging for his affirmation.

“Yeah… yeah, I really have,” he breathlessly started to reply, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

Before he could say more, she pulled him in tight and pushed her lips against his. Caressing his tongue with hers, swirling around, she kissed him with a raging passion. She could feel her loins aching for his touch, burning from years of unexpressed desire.

He stumbled backwards in a daze, a shocked smile across his face.

“I’ve wanted to do this for years, but I didn’t know how to say it. I want you, Scotty, so badly,” she purred in his ear, pushing him into the corner and probing his mouth once more.

Scott felt a hand, open palm against his zipper. She ran her fingers over the head of his rod, the friction against her palm causing his bulge to become more pronounced. He kissed her back, desperate to have more, and the two found themselves entangled upon the floor.

Using one hand to pull down his zipper, her hand found its way in and then through the opening of his boxers, onto his now fully engorged hammer. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she gave a gentle squeeze, causing him to involuntarily twitch and exhale.

She let out a gasp, surprised at the prize she had discovered. “You’re… how did I not know you had such a nice horn, all this time?!” she let out, almost incredulously.

Feeling the heat rising in her vulva, she began rubbing herself against his leg, letting out a whimper as her lips pulsed as she ground her clit enthusiastically against him. Her moist folds longed for his touch, and her body beckoned him even closer.

Scott could barely believe what was unfolding before him. Once upon a time, he had been captivated by her pretty face and soft curves. He would have done anything to have her reciprocate those feelings, but he was grateful for her friendship when that was all she had to offer.

Now, she found herself in desperate need of their bodies pressed together and to feel his hot breath against her neck. She had been fantasizing about how his hot, sticky load would feel in the back of her throat.

As they enthusiastically kissed on the hard floor of the gallery, legs and arms entwined in a heated embrace, she found herself slick with excitement and wondering why she had not offered herself to him before.

She hurriedly undid her belt and her top button, then pulled his hand to the top of her waistband while groping him more firmly with her other hand. She then ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair, as she had many times before, remembering all the times she fondled herself, imagining the feel of his stubble against her thighs and her sticky secretions coating his face.

Holy shit, he thought as his fingers danced around her exterior button and then nervously fumbled around her zipper. He had often fantasized about feeling her warmth on his fingers and tongue, but he never expected a chance to actually do it.

As he walked his fingers down into her open jeans, he found himself surprised by the humidity within and the steam radiating out. He was instantly welcomed with a sweet yet tangy aroma that beckoned him onward.

She recoiled and let out an unexpected moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers reaching her delicate pink folds. His index finger circled her opening, grazing the periphery before dragging it upwards to lightly flick her bean. Her lips tightened and swelled as she whimpered, needy for more.

With a final loop of her entrance, he slipped his finger gingerly into her doorway. Just an inch, before backing out, and then giving her a little more until he had reached her back wall, and an unconditioned groan escaped her.

Adding a second finger, her tongue lost its grip on his mouth, and her head fell to his shoulder, and her legs involuntarily clasped around his hand, forcing him in deeper.

Burdened by her yearning to feel more of him, pressed against her thighs, she pulled her jeans to her ankles and stared longingly into him. She grabbed a thick handful of hair on the back of his head and gently guided Scott to her glistening mound as she pulled her panties to the side.

Scott thought he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, but his ears were pressed to her thighs, and he quickly forgot about it as he greedily slurped her juices. She tasted sweet, almost florally, and Scott closed his eyes and relished the taste he had longed to try for so long. 

As he probed her inner folds, up and down, she let out gentle moans and thrust her hips closer to his lips. Straightening his tongue, he thrust into her tunnel, licking the hood with each stroke of his tongue, causing her to strengthen her grip on the back of his head and force him deeper inside her.

“Oh Scott…” she moaned, “suck on my clit and fuck me with your fingers. I need to feel you inside me right now!”

He was sure his cock had never been stiffer and had never wanted something more than it did at that moment. Wrapping his lips around her bump, he began to suck. Like an old mail slot, he vacuum sealed her clit and ran his tongue in circles, causing her intense spasms.

As he reached down and inserted just the tip of his middle finger, she let out a squeal he was certain someone would hear. As he gently probed her inner walls with his finger, she began to thrust in sync with his movements. Thrusting, sucking, pulling back, spelling his name into her clit, over and over til she couldn't handle the sensations any longer.

She let out an enormous shriek as her thighs became a vice around his ears and her grip in his hair became so intense he thought she might snatch him bald. She released her grip and slumped backwards in a pant. 

Suddenly aware of the footsteps again, this time much closer, the pair paused, gripping each other tightly. As the voices got closer, they clung to the shadow of the sculpture above them.

It was hard to make out the words over the music in the background, but they soon recognized the voices of Hannah and Trissa. Alice and Scott tensed and giggled as they could hear the women approaching until they were just a few feet away, when the voices got quiet and their footsteps could be heard on the stairs.

“Do you think they saw us?” Scott questioned before the two realized they could hear the girls trying to hold back their own giggles as they descended out of earshot.

“So, uh, maybe we should find somewhere more private. You think your mom is in bed yet?” Alice asked, licking her lips as she eyed his pressing need and teasingly pulled her pants back to her waist.

“I think we need to go find out, right now,” said Scott.