Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Freshman Fifteen Ch. 02

... you know I can't afford it. Even with all my scholarships and everything, it's just not really possible right now, and before you suggest it: no, your mother can't buy a plane ticket for me. You two are hard-up for money as it is."

"I know, I... I'm sorry. I wish I could give you everything you deserve, Dre."

"You alreadydo, baby!" She laughed in her recently-acquired deep, throaty tone, "You give me everything and more. One day money won't be an issue for us, and we'll never have to be apart again!"

"I can't wait!" Mike mustered a small smile back at her, his fingers playing with her long black hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail these days, "So, that means you're staying here, right? You're not gonna go back home?"

"No, I don't think that would be smart for me to do."

Her mood soured.

"It would be more of a headache than it would be worth to go back to my foster parents. They don't know what I look like now, and we both know they wouldn't approve ofanything about me. And I don't think I can deal with a wholemonth of their chastising and weird looks and them telling me I should be more 'lady-like' and all that shit. No, I can stay in the dorm here for the break - it'll allow me to keep up with the research lab stuff too."

"I'm gonna miss you."

That was Mike's only reply, knowing that nothing else needed to be said.

"I'm gonna miss you too, my love..."

Andrea suddenly grinned at him.

"...but I have an early gift for you so that you ...

... don't miss metoo much!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, stay right here and lemme grab it."

Shifting Mike off of her, Andrea stood up and walked towards their shared closet. Sitting up, Mike watched as she threw its door open and rummaged through the clutter on the top shelf, reaching into the far back of it to get his gift; once she had it in her hands, she held it tightly to her chest and covered it with her arms - which were massive enough toobscure its shape. She made her way back to Mike, a huge grin touching her thin lips the entire time, her wide-set jaw tight against her masculine visage.

She handed it to him without saying anything, wanting her loving partner to be surprised by the unexpected present. Mike took the strangely flat, rectangular, gift-wrapped item from Andrea and held it up to his face; he glanced from around it to his girlfriend, giving her a confused stare. Andrea only nodded back at him, eager for him to see the surprise. Tearing at the corner of the paper, Mike slowly unveiled what lay inside of the wrapping, his eyes going bigger and bigger as its contents were revealed to him.

It was a calendar - which he had guessed as much already from its shape. But it was what the calendarcontained that made his breath catch in his throat and his heart pound in his chest. On the cover was a picture of none other thanAndrea, posing in front of a leg-lift machine at their campus's gym, in her usual black shorts and tank top, flexing her biceps, a smirk on her face; ...