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Freshman Fifteen by D. X. Luc

How's the university life, as a freshman, treating you? Not too bad. Found a group of guys to play DND with, so all's good. How about you? MIT as boring as I figure it should be? Ha ha, shut up! Oh hey, I fixed your computer. Karen really screwed it up after you dumped her man. Yeah, remind me to never break the heart of a computer programming major. I thought I lost everything. And speaking of girlfriends, how are things with you and Carla? There was a pause, accompanied by a long sigh. Uh oh, he thought. Trouble in paradise it would seem. They're okay. She's convinced I put too much effort into helping Raina. But she's my best friend, Jordy. Well, my female one. I can see what she means, but again, she should value the friendship you have. I still don't get how you do it though, Carl. Do what? How you can date a woman who's name is pretty much the girl's version of yours. It's kind of freaky. Up yours, dude. Hey, my mom's on the other end, so I have to go. You sure you don't want to come to my family's for spring break? No, it's fine. There's some students here and I really need to work on some things. I'll talk to you soon. Later. Hanging up the phone, Jordan Jordy Brown looked around his single dorm room. The walls were covered in posters of zombie movie icons and Dungeon and Dragons memorabilia. He needed to finish his sociology paper but with Carl holding his laptop, he would have to venture down into the campus library. He could just wait until after the break, but the timing would be cutting it close, so he had only one real choice. Grabbing his books, he made his way to the door, but stopped to make sure he

looked halfway acceptable. Being of mixed race, his skin always looked tanned, but he had his father to thank. He often kept his hair cropped close, not wanting to have to fuss with it in case of an emergency. Frowning, Jordy rubbed the two day old growth on his chin, reminding himself to shave once he was done with his project. Not an unattractive man, he didn't stand out in a crowd, not that he liked to anyway, but there was one feature that made him the gossip among the many. One blue eye and one green eye, a trait that was passed down from his mother's side. The story was that those who possessed the bi colored orbs would see their death. Unless they meant when he was playing video games with his friends online and knowing his move would be the end of his character, he hadn't yet prophesied a thing. Happy spring break to me. Let's see if I can get this done in an hour. **** Four hours later Jordy hated the assignment and wanted to burn it in a pile of crap. He tried to blame the fact that he was taking so long on him not being in his own room, on his own computer. But the truth was, he hated writing. He was never any good at it. Looking back at the bright screen, he mentally cursed. Jordy had only typed up the title page and half of a paragraph. The paper was getting nowhere. With a dejected sigh, he saved his work, or lack thereof, removed the flash drive and left. He had no other reason for staying in the cold, empty library. Deciding to grab a quick bite, he slowly made it back to his building, the sun setting behind him. He had just made it up to his room when he was knocked to the floor, his food flying somewhere down the hall. What the hell? He was on his back, but couldn't see because his face was covered with the hair of the person above him. Trying to push them off was even more difficult since they were squirming and panicking over something.

Get off! What is wrong with you, dud- Jordy's breath lodged itself in his throat as his eyes widened to take in the, finally visible, face above him. It was Christy Goodman, the super sexy, high school homecoming queen, turned college cheering squad captain, and she was on top of him! He froze at that moment of recognition, knowing his cock was as stiff as the rest of him, but she didn't seem to notice. She merely shrieked incoherently, her brown eyes saturated with terror. He couldn't understand a damn thing and was about to say something, until she stopped her chatter and looked up at something he couldn't see. Luckily, he could smell and hear it. Shit! Dammit, Christy get up! NOW! Rolling, he jumped onto his feet, and with quick, fluid reflexes he pulled out his WASP injector knife. With a bloodthirsty scream, he leaped at the thing coming towards them. **** In stunned silence, and a bit of fear, Christy watched as Jordy, a guy she had always crushed on, stabbed at the decaying man that had chased her to the dorm. His weapon entered the monster's head and with a quick press of a button on the handle, all that was left was a falling, headless body. The walls and his clothing were coated in sticky goop, blood, and brain matter. It was gross, but as she watched him walking calmly back to her, she found it oddly arousing. He didn't speak, instead grabbed her hand and pulled her into his room, slamming and locking the door. Wh-what was that? Why are you carrying that knife? Why aren't you shitting your pants like I am? He blinked rapidly, as though trying to absorb the barrage of questions she just threw at him, but she needed to understand what she just experienced. That, my dear, was a zombie. I carry the knife for moments just like those. And as to why I'm not, as you so lovingly put it, shitting my pants, well that is because I've been fighting them for as long as I remember.

Oh. Just 'Oh'? I'm sure you have more to say than that. But we don't have time. Did you see anymore of them or was he the only one? Any other time, I would have said you're bullshitting me but I know you're not. So yeah, I saw more. I was practicing on the field with the team. And then that guy came and bit Laurie. After that, it went nuts. The girls all turned into zombies and I just ran. Damn. Where did he come from I wonder. I need to send Carl a message. This is NOT good. She stood, her eyes following him as he shuffled around the room, stopping briefly to send type on his cell. Then he turned to her, his unique eyes raking over her cheering uniform and she involuntarily shivered. Christy hoped he didn't notice, but she should have known better, a blush creeping up her cheeks when his eyebrow arched. Jordy was so cute, so smart and funny. She always wanted to hang out with his crowd, but her family forbid it. Now she was in the same room with him, alone, and she could no longer hide her body's betrayal. Especially with him suddenly pressed against her. You cold, Christy? That shiver looked serious. No. Hmm. Well, we'll deal with that later. First, I need to F up some zombies. You stay put. He moved away then, leaving her to watch his sexy behind waltz to the door. Then reality struck and she wasn't having any of it. Oh no you don't! I'm coming with you. Christy, you can't. This is dangerous and I'm trained. Be a good girl and stay here. Good girl? What the hell! She was tired of being handled with kid gloves and stomped over to his desk where he had a long umbrella resting against it. The point at the bottom would do and she stood next to him, her face serious. I'm going.

Damn girl, you just got me hard! Alright then, lets go, but stay behind me. She smiled, excited, nervous, and still aroused. As they headed out, making their way across until they got to the location she had last seen her team, there was only one thing Christy could think. The man before her, standing with his weapon raised as groaning cheerleaders came toward them, was going to be the man she would spend the rest of her life with. **** One year later Jordy looked down at the gold band around his finger, remembering the day that led to them dating and eventually coming to the place they were now. Christy had been amazing fighting what they dubbed the Freshman Fifteen, her fifteen teammates that had been turned into zombies. And he knew she would be his. Now they were married and it was their wedding night. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though they never been intimate. Yet, Jordy's palms were damp and his erection had shrank down substantially. He needed to clear the silly fears from his head. They were irrational! Rubbing his palms together, he stood looking out the window of their villa. A gift from his grandmother. Christy's family dropped her all together, not even coming to the wedding. And he knew it hurt her, even when she said she was fine. Jordy wanted to give her a night she would never forget. Just had to get out the jitters and he'd be good to go. Jordy? Her voice was soft with the same fear he felt. They were so much alike, while being truly different. Turning, he swallowed past the lump in his throat, her beauty glowing softly in the dimly lit room. Her black hair was curled around her pale shoulders and her wide, brown eyes sparkled. He would care for her always. Uncertainty forgotten, Jordy closed the distance between them and pulled her close to his body, dipping to taste the honey of her lips. She mewed into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, both of them falling in a heap of

fiery passion. Pulling up, he looked down into her face and smiled. I love you. I love you too. He pulled her nightie off, running his hand down her curvy torso, until it found its resting place between her legs. She was wet, but Jordy wanted her soaked, so he knew what he needed to do. Adorning her lips with one more peck, he inched down until he was settled between her spread thighs. Breathing in, his mouth watered at his wife's delightful scent, and wanted to dive in. He truly enjoyed tasting her, but he wanted to make her squirm, make her beg. With his thumbs, he separated her, opened her to his greedy view, and blew cool air onto her exposed clit. He thrilled at how her limbs quivered, repeating the action several more times, and finally, when his will broke, latched onto her with relish. Jordy's mouth exploded as the first drops of her sugary dew melted on his tongue. Twirling around the folds of her pussy, he left no area untouched, and each swipe over her sensitive pearl wrenched a sound from her that fueled the growing fire in his soul. Christy's hand curled around his head, the pinching nails exciting him more, while she brokenly sobbed for him to fill her. Not yet, the thought filled his head. He was far from done with her. She was engorged like a plump fruit, ripe and all his. Groaning as more juice flowed into his mouth, he replaced his tongue with three fingers, twirling them inside her tight core. Jordy knew she was close, taking the moment to glance up at her face, which was contorted in overwhelming pleasure. He just needed a small inch to push her over the edge. Curling all three digits, he circled around the bundle of nerves and suck her clit deep into his mouth, moving in conjunction with his fingers. Christy's back arched off the bed, crying out his name, the sound complete and utter bliss to his ears. Jordy slowed down his movements ending with several, gentle licks before removing his hand. He moved up to her side, kissing her neck while her breathing calmed. That was amazing, Jordy. You ready for round two?

He didn't give her a chance to answer, slipping out of his boxer brief before he shifted his body to lay atop hers, weight braced on his elbows. Jordy knew pain, but the hardness of his cock was beyond anything he had ever experienced. Her moisture allowed him to slide deep into her heat, the clenching of her walls nearly causing him to explode sooner than he wanted. Still as a statue, he staved off his pending orgasm with relaxing breaths, smirking at Christy's giggle. It wasn't uncommon for him to have to stop and collect his bearings, she just felt so damn good. I'm going to make you scream for laughing at me, love. Give me you best shot, Dragon slayer! Jordy did laugh at her use of his Dungeon and Dragon code name, readjusting his body before he pulled back to the tip. The wet sounds of their union sent fire deep in his groin, the coiling of that spring tightening up. Using only his hips, he pressed back against her hips, the force of his thrust pushing the headboard loudly on the wall. In moments, he picked up a steady rhythm, alternating with jabs and swivels, both of them moaning and grunting as they grew close to completion. Christy's entire form trembled, and her walls vibrated against the sensitized skin of his shaft. During some point of their lovemaking, she had placed her hands upon the globes of his ass, squeezing them, urging him to drive harder. And he did, he pounded into her making the bed creak and echo into their candle lit room. Oh God, Jordy! I'm coming again! Her throaty outcry was barely registered above his deep grunts as he teetered on the edge of what was real and what was a dream. It was with a final, powerful thrust, they screamed out together, floating on the abyss of pleasure and pain. A dark, but beautiful painting that only they could ever create. Careful, as not to crush her with his weight, he rolled off to the side and pulled her into the curl of his body. They both lay, breathing heavy and sweaty until the last flame flickered them into darkness. I am so glad to have you, Jordy. So very happy. Me too. I hope I never let you down, Christy. Get some sleep.

After several moments, Jordy felt the rise and fall of her chest, the steady pattern telling him she had fallen asleep. He too was exhausted, thinking of his new life as the husband of the greatest woman he never thought he'd be with. Drifting off, his mind played out strange images unlike anything he had before. And as sleep claimed him, the final picture he witnessed was a picture frame, covered in blood. His cold hand clutching it. And it was Christmas Eve.

The End