At this relatively early evening hour–early for a college dormitory, at least–an excited pair of feet scampered along a carpeted corridor on the fourth floor of Howard Hall, until they reached the closed door of a dorm room. A tan hand reached out and turned the handle, and a curvaceous Latina beauty slid herself through the opening and shut the door behind her. “Well?” Jacqueline demanded, jumping up from the bed. “Where...

“Jesus, Chris…AGAIN? Do we need to go get a Men’s ball?” Chris Weathers grimaced. “Shut up, Jacqueline!” Jacqueline Sullivan turned to Pam Warren. “Can we go back to the beginning, Pam? Can we recut the whole segment, and make it about how much Chris sucks at throwing a Women’s football?” Warren, the famous College Football television sideline reporter, let out a warm chuckle. “Don’t worry, Jacqueline!” Warren assured. “W...

There they were. Lined up by the dozens. Uniformly tall. Uniformly beautiful. Nearly uniformly blond. Marching out the front entrance of their glittering sorority house in their coordinated pea coats. Casting nary a glance at the house staff attendants who dutifully held open the enormous double doors for them as they strode into the chilly evening air. Shivering through their coats and their fancy formal dresses in the e...

PREDATORS. EAT. PRAY. The trees across the Perion Campus were nearly barren. Winter was right around the corner. The temperature had dropped. The student body had bundled up… …And HATE was in the air. UDW Week had finally arrived at Perion University. UDW. The University of the Divine Word. The private, religiously-founded academic institution that rested a mere 30 miles from the Perion campus. Home of the UDW Paladins. H...

Damn it, Alexia, stop looking up there! Alexia Ramos lowered her curvaceous body, pumped her arms and legs, shifted her powerful hips, and turned her body 90 degrees to the right. The Chris Weathers pass arrived just as she emerged from her break–on target, but wobbly as hell. Alexia reached out her bronze arms and pulled the football in. Jacqueline Sullivan had been right: Kelsie’s man, famously, had a cannon for an arm,...

“How do you like your fingers on it?” Jacqueline queried, sweat streaming from her face. “These two, right here…” came the reply. “But really, just this one finger…I like to rest the other one underneath...” “Well,” Jacqueline countered with a grin, “If I had hands like yours, I’d do the same thing!” “But, you have to understand,” the red-headed model continued, “I grew up working with something different from what I get...

Kelsie McCollum’s physical well-being was now sacrificed, daily, at the altar of carnal desire. She was lucky if she could get a few hours of sleep per night. During the day, Kelsie nodded off in most of her classes–when she made it to class at all. When Kelsie was actually conscious during her lectures, she simply sat and counted the minutes until she could get back to Howard Hall. Once she was back in her room, she coun...

If Kelsie McCollum was astonished by everything that had occurred in the past 30 seconds, Chris Weathers was even more astonished. The oak tree of a boy bolted up from the study desk in his room, where he had been hunched over a thick, laminated binder that clearly belonged to the Perion Football Team. His blue eyes wide, his mouth hanging open, Weathers seemed unable to get a word out. They both stood frozen: The massive...

The following Friday night, Kelsie briskly made her way, alone, back to Howard Hall from the Perion University Library. Ostensibly, she had been working on a paper for her Introduction to Psychology course that was due the following week. In truth, though, Kelsie had just found a quiet cubby in the massive library and simply hid out. On Fridays, Howard could become a rowdy place. Every hallway flooded with people; even if...

Over the next few weeks, autumn made its full arrival at Perion University. The leaves on the maple and oak trees that adorned the university quads shifted to shades of red and yellow, then began to float one-by-one to the ground. To Kelsie McCollum, it seemed as if her hopes and dreams had fallen along with them. After that nightmarish scene in the basement of Pi Pi Pi, Kelsie had given up on sorority rush altogether. Ev...

For Kelsie McCollum, the next several days played out in a blur. Class registration, getting the hang of how to get around campus, and meeting some of the girls on her floor–many of whom were aware of the moment that Kelsie had shared with the school’s new Star Quarterback. As for Chris Weathers…nothing. Kelsie blamed herself. She was too shy to go down to his floor or call him, and he hadn’t come up. Alexia, who was alre...

"Alex," was all I managed to say, and I’m sure I barely whispered it. I couldn't look away from him, and God, I knew an uncontrollable surge of wetness coursed from my wanting pussy as the doors of the subway car closed and the train accelerated again. "Well, Alex," he said, "I think I owe you, and I hate to be in anyone’s debt." He leaned in close and guided me toward the rear of the car and rows of empty seats. I watche...

He showed me into the room next to the one we were in. I should think it was once a dining room. It was as he had described it. The lighting made it feel comfortable, even cosy. “I’ll leave you to undress and put on the gown that’s hanging over there. I’ll be back shortly.” He went out and closed the door behind him. When he came back, I had done as he asked, but I said to him “I’m not going to pussyfoot about with this t...

After I left for college in the fall of 1987. Jeff, Steve and I stayed in touch as best we could. But as is the case, especially when you're of different ages, it can get tough to do so sometimes. The following summer of 1988, I was working a lot to save money for school and also started to date my future wife. Because of these two situations, my social circle narrowed a bit and Steve and Jeff were part of that.   Two yea...

I’ve been overwhelmed by the comments on the first chapter of Aunt Cathy’s Gigolo. Since I started writing it over a month ago (college students, and gigolos, have busy schedules). I was sitting in class when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked the text and it was from Aunt Cathy. It read, “Have an interesting client here for you. When will you be home?” I texted back I’d be home in forty minutes. When I arrived the...