Triple Trouble (leia25, Gingeminge, commanderShepard)

[commanderShepard]

Fall semester at State University of New York in Buffalo. It was November, and the cold had arrived. That far north, most of the trees that covered the campus had already turned color, their leaves had long since begun to fall. Students wore coats, but not yet scarves and mittens, as they walked to their classes, leaves crunching underfoot. Midterms had just passed, right before Halloween, which meant a week of hard studying followed by a weekend of hard partying.

Matt Byers was no exception. A star athlete and good student, he had studied his butt off for exams. It was his senior year, and he had to keep his GPA up. At a 3.4, he didn't want it to fall much farther. If it dropped below a 3.0, he would lose his lacrosse scholarship. He was team captain and had led the team to the state championship twice. But lacrosse was a spring sport, and he could neither use it as an excuse nor garner extra favor for good games. Not yet, at least.

So when Halloween arrived, Matt let loose. He and his girlfriend, Pauline, attended one of the biggest off-campus parties. They had been going steady since their freshman year, and had gotten pretty serious. Their personalities were a bit opposite, but they were kindred spirits, and the sex was fantastic. Matt was always horny for her, and it frequently got them, or at least him, into trouble. That party was no exception, and Matt could only remember half the shenanigans that he had gotten up to. He had made sure to keep his hands to himself or Pauline, though. They had become fairly possessive over each other, in no small part to Matt's playboy attitude early in their relationship. Pauline had since taught him not to test her.

When the second half of the semester started, Matt was looking forward to one class in particular. He was an engineering major, and this being his final year, it was also full of the hardest courses yet. Except for one, a required course that he had put off all this time but couldn't ignore any longer. Biology 101. Pauline had put it off, too, and now they were taking it together. Thank god, too, because except for them it was full of annoying freshmen. They would sit near the back of the lecture hall, to avoid them all, and Matt usually tried to fool around with Pauline without anyone noticing. Now, they were starting a segment on human anatomy. That sounded particularly fun.

"The most sensitive part of the female anatomy is the clitoris," Professor Donner, a slightly older man that always wore sweater vests, droned at the front of the hall. He pointed to a diagram on the whiteboard. "Can anyone identify where it is."

Naturally, there was a lot of giggling. Someone said, "I doubt any of the boys can identify where it is..."

Matt grinned. "I can identify yours," he whispered in Pauline's ear, then began kissing her neck, his arm around the back of her chair.

 

[leia25]

Honestly, Chloe Stevens felt like she could teach this class. They hadn't covered anything so far that she hadn't studied in her AP Biology class in high school. But, unfortunately, the progress to the more sophisticated and in depth classes in her pre med major, she had to cross Biology 101 off her list. Honestly, it was kind of a blessing. She'd breeze through the assignments and exams while she could start the required reading for her genetics, pharmacology and physiology courses starting in the new year. It wouldn't hurt to make a head start, right?

Chloe was having the time of her life at SUNY. Having graduated high school as Valedictorian, some of her high school teachers believed she could've got into any Ivy League she wanted and she had considered Yale and Brown. However, SUNY was a Stevens tradition of sorts. Her parents had met while studying their together and her four older siblings had studied there, too. Bizarrely, they'd all met their significant others there, too. For a while, she'd considered UCLA just to be as far away from home as possible. However, when she'd seen the campus while visiting her older sister, it all just felt...right.

Unfortunately, it seemed unacceptable to her mother, Catherine, that Chloe hadn't met the love of her life yet even though she'd only been on campus for half a semester. She just hadn't met anybody she felt connected with just yet. She'd been to a few parties with some girls from her dorm. Most notably, she'd gone to a Halloween party where she'd witnessed two seniors getting rather handsy on the dance floor.

As Chloe was confident in the material that was being covered in class, she sat on the second to last row of the lecture hall, her laptop open on her desk. When the professor mentioned the clitoris, she heard a lewd comment behind her and she looked over her left shoulder to see the two seniors from the Halloween party. She flushed and turned back to face the front, trying not to think about what they might get up to on the back row.

 

[Gingeminge]

Were it not for the excitable jock constantly chomping at the sexual bit, Pauline would’ve chosen to get a lobotomy over taking this lecture. It was a required class, but it didn’t require much attention.
The trouble with freshmen classes, Pauline surmised, was the freshmen. At their age a matter of a few years was a giant gap in conceptualized identity and emotional growth, but this wasn’t typically considered, especially when it came to her competition. Many of the pretty girls that giggled at today’s subject had just as much, if not more, attractive features that were consistently being ogled at by testosterone filled males like Matt Byers. This made them dangerous to her relationship, but not in any way that Pauline could control.
Her thoughts raced on and on, spiralling into unreasonable levels of resentment until the man of her dreams spoke in that smooth baritone that reminded her of bourbon.

Pauline rolled her head back to better receive the excessive and sensual kiss, her eyes fluttering as she softly sighed. His arm was a comfortable and warm support against her otherwise aching back, a medical problem that had yet to be diagnosed.
A shift in the chair to her right and one row down caused her to peek past her nose. Pauline had wondered if she’d see any familiar faces and was pleasantly surprised to see none other than Chloe Stevens. They crossed paths at the Halloween party, but that night was more full of holes than actual memories. God only knows how much Pauline had drunk that night. Still, this context made today all the more livable. Stevens was a cut above the rest, she actually had a brain in that pretty head of hers. The way the freshman had turned away gave Pauline a wicked plot to further drive the social discomfort in the moment, “Hardly a challenge when your touch causes me to open like a dissected frog.”
Pauline Hemsworth couldn’t help Matt from getting in the crossfire of her distasteful humor, but it was a small price for the way they played with one another.

 

[commanderShepard]

"Dissected frog, huh? Is that what comes to mind when you think of me?" Matt teased. He tried to hide the smirk that rose to his lips, but he failed and it broke into an all-out grin. He loved his girlfriend's sense of humor, as dark as it could be at times.

At the same moment he grinned, he noticed Chloe Stevens watching them, and their eyes met. This girl had been everywhere lately. This class. Popping up on campus, seemingly everywhere he went. And at that Halloween party, where he got drunk enough he almost made a move on her. Pauline had intercepted him just in time, and he didn't think that was a coincidence. He also didn't mind the resulting fun they had.

Stevens was maddeningly sexy, the kind of girl that guys would kill for. Possibly literally. She made heads turn everywhere she went, though Matt was fairly certain she was oblivious to the attention she drew. Or how much swing she had in her step, for that matter. If she did, she played the innocent girl next door part so well that she could be in Hollywood.

But he couldn't have her. She was just eye candy to him. But that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with her.

Knowing she was watching, Matt leaned back in to Pauline's neck. "I'll dissect you right now if you'll let me," he purred directly into her ear, his breath warm against her alabaster skin. He nipped at her earlobe, catching it gently between his teeth and then rolling it between his closed lips. Burying his nose in her hair, he caught her peach blossom shampoo that drove him wild.

 

[leia25]

Chloe met Matt's gaze and felt something tug low in her stomach. She'd seen him plenty of times around campus. Rather frustratingly, it felt like the universe was trying with all it's might to get them to bump into each other. Most notably on the Lacrosse field. The girls practiced before the boys so Matt always saw Chloe red, breathless, sweaty, hair clinging to her forehead. For some reason, she always seemed to notice him during the crossover period though she wasn't sure she could name any other members of the boys team.

Well, there was one solid reason why she always notice Matt Byers. He was, without a doubt, one of the sexiest men she had ever seen. Tall, broad, piercing blue eyes that looked more grey and a jawline even Zac Efron would be jealous of. Even his hair was perfectly styled; he probably had a better hair routine than Chloe did. It was hard not to notice someone that attractive though it was obvious that he knew exactly how attractive he was.

In that respect, Pauline was a perfect match for him. She was slim though had a chest full enough to show off a generous cleavage over the top of her blouse. She had beautiful cheekbones and a small nose and eyes just as piercing as Matt's. What's more, her blonde hair was gorgeous, hanging down in beautiful waves. Chloe was certain she could smell a cherry scented shampoo from her seats.

She narrowed her eyes at their crude jokes. "Will you two be quiet?" she whispered, trying to be polite.

 

[Gingeminge]

Pauline cooed her appreciation to her boyfriend, letting out a soft gasp in response to Chloe Stevens, acting as though she had been caught in a shameful act. Pauline let the red go to her face, feigning arousal as embarrassment, or perhaps a combination of the two. It was childish and pitiful, to put on such a public display of loyalty, but Pauline knew better than to underestimate the freshman. It was true that the college experience wouldn't be complete without proper experimentation, but without better knowing Chloe there was no way Pauline could stand down from marking her territory.

Pauline leaned forward, whispering to keep the conversation amongst the three, "I'm so sorry," she said in a helpless kind of hush, covering the bottom of her face with a hand. Her other hand slid across Matt's thigh, where it began slowly petting his bound erection through his pants, "I didn't mean to interrupt, it's just so hard to keep quiet."

Despite his stereotypical traits as a jock, Matt was a good boyfriend. He was more than aware of his effect on women, but he had stayed with Pauline with whole time, free of breaks or separation. They had had their rough points, certainly, but the obstacles they faced had only made for better makeup sex. The intimate, once Pauline let herself consider it, was worth murder. She wished there was a way for her to claim to be more independent, but Pauline had to place trust in Matt to use his sexual powers with adult levels of responsibility.

 

[commanderShepard]

Matt couldn't help but bite his lip when Pauline touched him. She knew exactly what he liked, and his sharp intake of breath in her ear told her all she needed to know about the effect she was having on him. He nipped at her neck playfully, enjoying her resulting goosebumps.

When he heard his girlfriend tease the attractive girl in front of them, he grinned. "Yes babe, tease the freshman for me." But he had no intention of not participating in that exchange. Pauline was in a skirt, their favorite piece of clothing for easy and quick access. He slipped his hand between her legs, under the fabric, and traced his fingers over her thin underwear.

 

[leia25]

Chloe wasn't a virgin or a prude. At eighteen, she'd only had one partner with whom she'd had intercourse with. However, she'd played seven minutes in heaven and spin the bottle and truth and dare. And she watched her fair share of porn when she was home in her apartment where she spent most nights alone.

However, high school games and porn fantasies aside, she felt like there was a time and a place for such activities. And a lecture hall wasn't one of them.

She considered that in all likelihood, her experience was sex led her to not appreciate public displays of affection. Sex with her ex boyfriend had been...fine. But it wasn't like porn (though even she knew nothing was like porn) or the movies or what her friends described to her. It was just...fine and certainly didn't come with the passion that warranted touching each other in the middle of a Wednesday morning lecture.

She eyed Matt's hand as it slipped under Pauline's skirt. "Oh my god, are you- Nevermind. Just keep your hands to yourself or leave."

Without another word, she turned back around to face the front.