Casey's POV

I always knew I was attracted to girls, but I completely stayed out of the dating scene in high school, refusing to hookup or even kiss anyone. Instead, I lettered in softball and maintained a 4.5 GPA. I was never popular like my class-clown brother Caleb or my cheerleader sister Cassidy, but I always had my core group of friends. Now that I'm in college, I noticed that nothing has changed. I'm still not as popular or as beautiful as my sister, which is why I was shocked when someone like Alex Cabot noticed me. It was move-in day and some drunk guys were giving her a hard time for wearing a sweatshirt of our rival school's colors. Always classy, Alex refused to stoop down to their level. She merely shrugged it off and acted as if they didn't exist. Or at least that's the impression I got when she walked into the elevator I was in with a half-smile on her face.

"Why are you wearing crimson and gold?" I asked her.

"Oh no, not you too," she said with a giggle before taking off her sweatshirt. Not only did the low-cut baby blue tank she wore underneath bring out the color of her eyes, it also left little to the imagination.

I suddenly became too shy to look at her. Not only was she beautiful, but we were also from different social groups. If this was high school, a girl like her wouldn't even speak to me, but here she was making small talk with me in an elevator.

"I'm Alex, by the way."

"Casey," I told her as we walked out of the elevator.

"Where are you headed right now, Casey?"

"I'm going out to dinner with my brother and some girl he is trying to hook up with. This evening is going to be extremely awkward for me."

Alex starts laughing. "Well, why don't I take you out? You can be my date tonight since he will probably consider you a third wheel by the end of the night. Unless, there's a guy you wanted to ask to go with you instead." She looked disappointed after that last sentence.

"No, there's no guy," I blurted out as quickly as possible.

Alex started laughing again. "You're adorable. For once, I'm glad I took the elevator instead of the stairs."

I remember how nervous I was that night. My brother is a bit of a womanizer and I feared he would hit on Alex. She was definitely his type and he had a reputation for getting any girl he wanted. To my surprise, he flirted with her but she didn't fall for it. She pulled him aside to talk and it wasn't until weeks later that my brother let me in on their conversation.

She said to him, "I'm flattered, but I'm not straight. I think your sister is the cutest girl I have ever laid eyes on and I want to know if she's…if she…"

"Oh, you want to know if she bats for your team?" he interrupted and Alex was so embarrassed that she only nodded. That is when my brother embarrassed me the way only older brothers know how. "Well, she's never said anything, but I've uhh…caught her 'doing stuff' to herself while looking at a Victoria's Secret catalogue." That was supposed to remain between the two of us and there he was spilling it to the hottest girl I've ever seen. I wish I would have been there to smack him. Instead I was forced to make small talk with his potential hookup.

That evening turned out to be a beautiful disaster. My brother Caleb's date talked about herself the entire time while the rest of us feigned interest. Alex became fidgety and I felt bad for putting her in this situation.

"You okay, kid?" Caleb asked her.

"I'm really not feeling well. I should probably get back to my dorm. Casey, will you walk me there?"

"Yeah, of course," I told her.

She put $40 down on the table. "That should cover Casey and me. I'm really sorry. I don't know what has come over me. I guess I'm just not used to this time zone." We said our goodbyes and left the restaurant.

"Want to get some ice cream?" she asked me.

"I thought you weren't feeling well."

"I feel fine. I just had to get out of there."

I started laughing. "So you were as annoyed as I was?"

"Yes! That girl! Oh my goodness! She wouldn't shut up! And your brother kept staring at her chest! It was all so shameless!"

"She wasn't even that pretty. She just thinks she's hot because she's the president of some sorority. Who gives a damn?"

"I know, right? Besides, you're so much prettier than she is, Casey. I kept trying to hold your hand in the restaurant, but I was afraid of how you'd react."

I started to blush. My dream girl had just complimented me. "I think I would have reacted like this…" I told her as I grabbed her hand. To this day, I'm not sure how I got the courage to do that.

We split a root beer float and talked for hours about anything that came to mind. I wanted to know everything about Alex and she said that she wanted to know everything about me. We walked back to the dorms around midnight, but she didn't want to let me out of her sight so she asked me to go with her to her room. We talked in her room until the sun came up. Although we were both feeling the sexual tension, we were afraid having sex would cheapen this newfound connection. We did nothing beyond holding hands that night. I was reveling in the intensity and innocence of our situation.

But that was mid-September and this is late-January. There is no going back and I am rudely reminded of that when I receive a text message from Marissa, the girl I broke up with last night when I found out I was her 'other woman.'

"I miss the way you taste. My girlfriend doesn't have to know about us."

She doesn't give up, does she? A part of me wants to tell her that I faked my orgasms whenever we had sex and that Alex is the only girl who knows what I like, but responding would only encourage her. I decide to turn off my phone.

My roommates are gone for the weekend. They both grew up in Hollywood so they have the privilege of seeing their families every weekend, if they so desire. It's Friday night and I can hear my suitemates. Our rooms are separate but my roommates and I share a bathroom with them. All three of them are in front of the vanity mirrors getting ready for a frat party. They invited me to go with them, but I have no desire to get dolled up and pretend to have a good time. It's Friday night. Date Night. The night that Alex and I would always spend together. We'd always say we were going to go somewhere, but we'd end up making love all night in her room. It was exactly what we wanted. I miss those nights. I miss her. My mind drifts back to those nights and I swear I can feel her inside me.

I grab my laptop and search for the video we made of her touching herself. Even in the video, I could see how wet she was. She kept begging for me to touch her. "Fuck me, Casey. I'm ready for you." As I watch the video, I feel myself start to throb. I know we're broken up but I need this girl. I need to taste her. I need to feel her pussy tighten around my fingers when she comes.

I can't take it anymore. I grab my phone and text her.

"Do you want to come to my room and fuck?"