The Fraternity

Time passes in the strangest way for Henry. After rushing to get everything done, he now feels like he’s been sitting for hours. His knees bounce, and his hands smooth the comforter as he vacillates between guilt and elation.

He only hopes that his performance tonight is satisfactory, and that maybe, just maybe, he gets to keep her. He’s known her the longest. She knows about Radion. He runs a shaking hand through his black hair for the umpteenth time.

The doorbell chimes, releasing Henry down the stairs, but not fast enough. His heart sinks.

King is there.

Henry hesitates, then continues forward and tries not to listen. It’s hard not to. His curiosity wins out, though he reminds himself that she is here for him and no one else.

“Harley!” King exclaims as he opens the door. He knew she was coming, but it’s still a surprise after she’d successfully avoided them in and out of class—a feat he thought would be impossible.

“King,” she replies with a courteous smile. She’s dressed in a white T-shirt and a short skirt with little flowers on it. Sexy, but tastefully so. She hopes it screams girlfriend experience and not a bar hook-up.

“How have you been?” King can’t help but rake his eyes over her body. He bites his lip as his gaze travels up her creamy legs.

Behind him, Henry stops on the last step, careful not to alert his friend.

“Fine, thanks. You?” Harley is careful to maintain her distance. She hates feeling betrayed like this. It’ll be okay,she reminds herself. The only reason she showed up was because of Henry’s speech. And one other thing.

“Okay, I guess,” he lies. He’s been anything but okay. “Listen, I wanted to say that I’m sor—”

“Stop,” she cuts him off. Her lips purse. “I’m here for Henry. Is he in his room?”

King’s words dry up. She’s never spoken to him like that before. Head bowed, he studies his feet and mutters, “Yeah.”

“Thank you,” Harley croons. Biting her lower lip, she traces a finger along his muscular arm and steps around him. His anguished eyes follow her.

Up ahead, Trey and Kai linger in the doorway to the kitchen. Harley senses their hesitation. Grinning, she cheekily waves and winks as she struts by.

“Hi, boys.”

She doesn’t listen to their clumsy attempts at a reply. Henry is waiting for her at the bottom of the staircase. When she gets there, he offers her the crook of his elbow like a gentleman. A false gentleman.

“Hey, baby.” She kisses his cheek.

“You look amazing. Shall we?”

Harley goes over the plan with each step up the stairs. Give him what he wants, then walk away. It isn’t too late to switch programs or even schools. Her foot lands heavily on the next step.

She should have known better than to be respected in this field. The professors can’t hide their bias, so why would the students be able to? But she thought her friends understood what she had to go through. Apparently not.

As they reach the top of the stairs, Harley quickly shakes the thoughts away. Her feet turn left, following the carpeted floor to the end of the hallway. A closed door greets her. We're already here?

She blinks and tries to refocus. Henry’s smile beams down at her, and she smiles back as he opens the door.

Harley glances around, surprised at the effort he’s made to make the room romantic. The bed is made, candles are lit, and music is playing. Placed carefully on the bedside table are strawberries, chocolate, and wine.

“You did all this for me?” She forgets her plan for a moment. Henry went through a lot of trouble for this, and her heart stirs in response.

“Of course.” He rubs his neck and blushes. “I would’ve done more, but I didn’t have much time to prepare.”

“That’s sweet, Henry,” Harley says, and she means it despite the anger that has festered inside her for a week.

“I did have time to get flavored lube, but I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I bought several,” he rambles on, not realizing that he’s ruining the sweet moment he had created.

Harley’s smile drops. Of course, it’s just about fucking for him. “Anything works for me, baby,” she coos.

Henry scrunches his nose. When did she start calling him baby? Something is off.

“Harley, I…”

Before he can finish, Harley wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his. Henry quickly sweeps her off his feet, arms around her waist, and pulls her closer. She pulls back, but only to nibble on his lower lip.

Blood rushes to Henry’s face. His cock stiffens, bulging against his pants, and dimly he wonders if she’s wet for him. Harley kisses him deeper, moaning into his mouth. Henry allows himself a smile.

Suddenly, she drops to her knees and unbuckles his pants. Henry blinks.

“You don’t have to,” he says, blushing even as his hands wrap around her hair.

Harley wets her lips as his cock springs free. She gives a long, wet lick around the head. Henry moans. Another lick produces a second, louder moan, followed by a gasp as she works his lower shaft into her mouth.

Harley spares him a glance. Her satisfaction at how pleased Henry appears surprises her. This isn’t the first time she’s gone down on a guy, but there’s something about him that makes her throb.

Wetness builds up between her legs, dampening her white cotton panties. Her nipples pebble. Without thinking, she drops a finger to her clit and rubs small circles.

Hollowing out her cheeks, Harley bobs her head up and down, her other hand wrapping its fingers round and round his balls.

“Harley!”

His cock is released with a pop, and Harley wipes her spit off her lips. “Did you like that, baby?”

His breath is labored. “Y-yes, very…very much.”

Harley stands back up and presses herself to him again. “Then you’ll love the next part,” she whispers in his ear.

Pushing him onto the edge of the bed, she teases off his shirt, pants, and underwear. One hand on his chest keeps him pinned to the bed. She cocks her head.

He is cute. He always was, even in high school. His boyish face is soft, not chiseled. Dark, medium-length hair is flipped to one side. She bites her lip. She’d always wanted to fuck a guy who looked straight out of a boy band.

Henry’s shoulders rise. She pushes him back down and holds up her hand.

In her wriggling fingers is a condom.

“You’re so thick, baby. I’m going to love feeling you inside me, moving inside me…fucking me.”

A low growl of pleasure erupts from him. Harley pulls off her shirt and tosses it on the floor. She turns around, baring her ass as she shimmies out of her tight skirt, then twirls around, revealing her perky breasts.

Henry’s eyes darken. Sighing, Harley cups both breasts, massaging them as her hips swing toward him.

One hand travels down to her clit, and she rubs it again. “Do you want me?”

“Ye…” He unsticks the word. “Yes.”

“Should I take these off?”

“Yeah.” Henry fists his cock and pumps. Precum is already lubricating his head.

Harley lets her panties roll down her hips and fall to the floor. She straddles him, her skin so soft against his. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, still unable to believe what’s happening.

“Touch me.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands find her hips, guiding her wet pussy against his cock.

Her eyes are hooded, watching him. “How do you want me?”

Henry almost doesn’t hear her. His focus is on her perfect breasts that he wants to suck on so badly. “What?” She’s acting so…submissive, not at all like his Harley.

“Do you want to fuck me doggy style?” she whispers. “Or maybe you want me to ride you? Or do you…”

“On your back, I want you on your back,” he interrupts. He stands up and turns them around. She hits the bed, happily surprised at his strength. Her eyes trace his form.

The dim lighting accentuates his toned muscles, from the curve of his traps all the way to his shapely V. Her gaze falls below it, and a thrill of desire surges through her.

Her imagination never did him justice. She needs it. Him. She can’t take being teased any longer.

Henry towers over her, pulling them both up so their legs aren’t dangling.

“Baby, please,” she begs. He takes her breast into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. Harley moans and arches her back.

He presses closer, his tip dividing her pussy lips and rubbing her up and down. He can feel her growing wetness. One more moan is his sign.

When it comes, Henry pushes into her tight hole with a slow but strong thrust. His eyes flick to her face—any sign of discomfort, and he’s pulling out.

Harley only moans harder. He pushes further. Once fully inside, he stops and kisses her on the lips, trying to find the right words to say.

But the moment’s not right. Her eyes are closed, and she’s panting, gripping his arms so tight they might fall off. Henry pulls out, then pushes back in, searching for that steady rhythm.

“I love you,” he whispers mid-thrust, but Harley can’t quite make it out and convinces herself that she imagined it. But the thought makes her pussy tighten, and his deep moans set her every nerve tingling.

Downstairs, the rest of the boys do their best to ignore the sounds. Trey crumples paper in his attempt to study, and King steadily turns the volume up on his headphones while Kai consistently loses count of his crunches.

Henry speeds up as Harley’s moans grow louder, and her grip on his back grows stronger. Every slap of their bodies can barely be heard over the sound of music, which Henry wishes he had never turned on.

He wants to hear their lovemaking. He has no intentions to fuck her, only to make love to her.

Just then, her back arches. Her lips break apart. “Oh…oo-ooh, Henry!”

Her pussy pulsates, and she cums with such force that her eyes roll into the back of her head. Henry trembles as he empties himself into the condom, a final groan releasing from his lips.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Harley nods. They hold each other close, neither one wanting to let go. Eventually, Henry slips out of her and walks off to discard the condom.

Harley stays in bed, mulling over their shared moment and wondering if she should still stay the course. It was sweeter and more tender than she expected from a guy who just wanted to wine and dine her. But still…

Was this part of their plan? Would they lull her into a false sense of security, and then hit her with their true intentions? Harley can’t trust them. She knows that.

She has to see it through. No matter what tricks they throw at her.

Henry comes back, and she lets him spoon her. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers.

“Yeah?” she says absentmindedly. She’s missed him too, all of them. But she needs time to sort through this. Why did she enjoy it so much?

“We all have,” he admits. “King has been beating himself up since the last time you were here. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s hitting the gym every night, barks at everything, and completely failed the exam Wednesday.”

Harley is surprised, though she tries not to show it. King knew everything about the exam; he’d proved so by tutoring her for it. “I need to go,” she says, slipping out from underneath Henry’s arm.

“Already?” He sits partway up. “I was hoping…never mind. Harley?” He stops her before she can run out with her shirt halfway on. “Can I text you? I mean, would you answer?”

“I don’t know.” She kisses him, this time on the lips before she hurries downstairs. The other three are again lingering by the kitchen doorway, but none approach her as she twists open the door.

“Harley, you okay?” Kai asks.

There’s no reply.