Someone like Xavier

MELODY

“Hey, sweetheart. How’s the packing going?” I looked up and saw my mom standing at the door.

I sighed. She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. I laid my head on her lap.

She stroked my hair gently. “I’m going to miss you and Dad,” I whispered.

Tomorrow, I would be leaving for Boston, and my classes were going to start in two days.

“We will miss you too, sweetheart.” She kissed my forehead.

I nodded. I didn’t like being away from them. I loved my family, Mom, Dad, and my sister, who lived in New York. She was a lawyer.

I had two brothers, Nick and Jake. Both were damn annoying and assholes. No one wanted to date me because they scared them away. Since I was younger in the family, they were damn protective over me.

Well, I wasn’t young anymore.

I was twenty, and I could take care of myself pretty well. It had been a week since I’d broken up with my boyfriend. We’d dated for two years.

When I’d gone to surprise him on his birthday, I’d caught him red-handed, cheating on me. I’d known long-distance relationships never worked, but I’d trusted him.

I blinked away the tears in my eyes before they had a chance to fall.

After I packed my stuff, Mom walked back to dinner preparation. My phone beeped, and I saw a text message from my best friend, Dan.

I laughed.

His response came almost immediately.

My heart leapt one or two beats. Matt was the guy I’d always had a crush on and the boy who’d taken my virginity.

I texted back immediately.

I groaned. My breakup was the current topic for their gossip.

For God’s sake, it had been one week since I’d broken up with Reed Handel.

And one week since I’d had my first one-night stand with a hot, sexy stranger, my most memorable night. I didn’t know if I would ever see him again, but God knew how much I wanted to.

When I’d entered the club that night, I’d seen him. Truth be told, I’d been instantly attracted to him, but damn, I’d broken up with my boyfriend that night.

To my surprise, he’d approached me after a few hours, and after a drink, those sexy dance moves, and a mind-blowing kiss, I was horny as hell.

I’d given in to temptation, temptation to touch him, to kiss him, to feel his tongue on my pussy, to feel his hard dick fill me completely, for him to give me an earth-shattering orgasm.

It had been too long since I’d last had sex.

He’d ignited some sort of deep, dark, primal desire inside me that I’d never felt before, not even with Reed.

My pussy ached as I thought about that night, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop the painful throbbing.

Don’t get me wrong, I was a good girl and had always been a good girl till that day. I’d wanted to be a bad girl if it was only for one night, only for him.

My fingertips slid under my pants and underwear, and a deep moan ripped from my lips as I glided my fingers over my wet mound.

I pictured that it was him touching me, his fingers sliding through my soaking wet folds, his tongue gliding over my aching clit, and his hard dick pressing into my tight little hole.

I continued to play with my clit, rubbing hard, pretending it was his hand instead of mine.

I wanted his fingers, his mouth, his cock inside me. I squeezed my clit as I imagined his mouth sucking on it.

My back arched as I slid a finger inside my pussy. I was so close; I thought of him slipping his finger into my wet pussy, plunging it in and out of me.

I exploded into a powerful orgasm as I lay there in the bed.

When it was done, I was gasping for air with my legs shaking. I could barely lift my head.

I should have stopped thinking about him because there was no way I would ever see or meet the stranger from the club again.

It had been a week, but he was still fresh in my memory, even in my wet dream.

***

We were sitting in the dining room for dinner when Dad asked if I’d given a thought about what I wanted to do after graduation.

“Actually, yes. You know I have wanted to become a romance writer since I was a teenager. I want to pursue my dream.”

“And what about your romance life, little sis?” Nick asked, laughing.

My mind drifted back to a sexy stranger, even though I knew his name, but I liked calling him a stranger.

I shook my head mentally to keep him out of my thoughts, and I knew I had the worst luck when it came to love.

“I don’t need one; I want to focus on my studies.” I held my chin up, challenging him if he wanted to comment about anything more.

“You’re right, sis. You don’t need love, because it only gives pain and leaves you heartbroken. You should only focus on study,” Jake said, pulling me into a side hug.

Everyone went silent. We all knew how heartbroken he had been when his girlfriend had broken up with him because she’d liked a man with money.

We were not poor, but we were also not millionaires or billionaires.

Mom and Dad were professors at Portland University. Nick worked as an investment advisor, and Jake owned a café. And my sister was a lawyer in a big firm in New York.

I wanted to become a romance writer. I wanted to publish my own books.

I was a hopeless romantic, but when it came to falling in love with someone in real life, I chickened out because I had seen my brother with a broken heart, and I didn’t want to have one.

“So, all set for tomorrow?” Dad asked, breaking a long, awkward silence.

“Yes.”

“Do you want any of us to drive?”

“Nope, I can drive on my own, Dad. I’m not a little girl anymore,” I whined.

They always treated me like a little girl. My brother still called me a little sister.

“You are our little baby, sweetheart,” Mom said softly when I pouted. Nick snickered.

***

After a peaceful sleep, I woke up fresh in the morning. After saying goodbye to my family, I jumped in my car and drove away, eager to meet my friends again.

***

I parked my car outside my dorm building and took a deep breath. I took out my phone and clicked on Dan’s name. “I’m here!”

“Be out in a sec, baby girl.” The line went dead.

As I was waiting for him to come, I heard someone calling me from behind. “Melody.”

I turned and saw Matt running toward me.

“Hey,” he said breathless, sweating from football practice.

Damn, he looks hot when he’s sweating, and in those pads and that jersey— ~

“Hey,” I replied shyly.

We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds until he broke the silence.

“So how are you? I am mean…um…after the breakup,” he asked nervously.

“I’m good. It’s not like I was in love with him.” I shrugged.

“Good,” he said under his breath.

I smirked. “Good?” His excitement was contagious, and I couldn’t help but smile.

He took a deep breath. “Listen. I like you, and I’ve always liked you, but you were with him.” He stopped for a few minutes. “Can I take you out for a date?” he finally asked.

Then he ran his fingers through his dark-brown hair, and our eyes locked. His smile seemed to grow even brighter. I’d always had a crush on him since puberty, but I wasn’t feeling anything now.

We had known each other since I was ten and he was eleven.

I’d always felt something when he was near me, but I wasn’t feeling the same now, when he was standing so close to me that I could hear him breathing.

Why? ~

What’s wrong with me??? ~

“Don’t answer now, I know you’re tired, take your time, I know it’s not been long since your break up, answer me when you’re ready,” he said in one breath when I took too long to answer him.

“Okay,” I whispered.

He leaned in to give me a lingering kiss on my cheek. “Give me a chance, Mel. I promise you won’t ever regret it,” he whispered, his breath fanning my sensitive area.

He stepped back and looked at me with a promising eye.

“See you soon.” He winked and ran back to the football field where he’d been practicing earlier. He’d been drafted by the NFL and would leave at the end of this year.

“Mel.” Dan came from behind me and picked me up by my waist, twirling me around. I laughed out loud.

He stopped. “I missed you, baby girl,” he said, pulling me into his tight embrace.

I hugged him equally tightly. “I missed you too,” I whispered and buried my head in the crook of his neck.

He was six feet two. He had wide, broad shoulders, sexy abs any girl would die to get just one lick of, dirty-blond hair, and blue eyes, a perfect combination.

Girls drooled over him, and hundreds of girls tossed themselves at his feet. But he wasn’t interested in them. Although I was five feet two, I still felt small next to him.

I laughed and pulled back.

“What was that?” He cocked his head toward the football field.

“He asked me for a date,” I told him.

“I told you,” he said in a singsong voice.

“So?”

“When I didn’t reply immediately, he told me to take my time and answer him when I’m ready.” I shrugged.

“What the fuck? I thought when he asked you out, you’d be ready to jump his bones without wasting a second.”

“I thought too,” I muttered under my breath. I glanced once more over my shoulder at Matt. He smiled and winked, and I smiled in return.

Picking up my boxes, we walked toward my dorm.

Mia and Sandy were sitting with their boyfriends when I entered the room. They squealed and ran to hug me. Their boyfriends did the same.

After I told them what had happened when I’d gone to New York, they were angry with Reed, but I didn’t tell them about my dirty secret. It was only mine.

“Matt asked her for a date,” Dan said, grinning widely.

“What?” Sandy and Mia said in unison.

“It’s about time,” Mia’s boyfriend, Jacob, said.

“Yeah, it’s about time,” Sandy’s boyfriend, Rick, agreed.

“What do you mean?” I asked Jacob.

“You weren’t the only one with a crush; he also had a strong crush on you since he was a freshman, maybe even before,” Jacob said, and his eyes were twinkling.

“He told you?”

“No, but we know he always looks at you when you’re not looking at him. In fact, he was furious when he heard Reed cheated on you.”

“So when is the date?” Mia asked.

My stomach did a backflip. I didn’t know how to reply.

“How about we go out for drinks to celebrate? After all, it’s our last year; why not make it memorable?” Dan interrupted so I didn’t have to answer them.

“Hell yeah. Let’s make every day, every second memorable,” Sandy and Mia hollered together.

I shook my head, laughing. Sometimes I thought they had the same brain. They always said the same thing at the same time.