Well, here's another installment of this fic. Hopefully this tides you over during the super long hiatus from the show and from the kandy love this Valentine's Day. Unfortunately in the our other fic, Kandy won't be getting back together for another few chapters so we can't expect anything from there for now but we will try and continue giving new Kandy fun for this one. Flashbacks, maybe? Just as this one, the previous one and the next one are. Read and Review please and Enjoy. D

She moaned lightly as she felt his teeth against her neck, biting and nipping gently at her skin. She felt his hand travel round to her back, unhooking her bra. She laughed softly, reminiscing at the many times he used to torture her in college, using his bra skills to tempt her before, during and after classes…

During.

Kirsten Nichol looked to her left, watching as Sandy Cohen gnawed the end of his pencil. It was a disgusting habit but a cute one nonetheless. Mr. Bailey spoke monotonously as Kirsten wondered how it was possible that Sandy was paying attention. The man's almost robotic sounding voice could put anyone into a coma. Even the brightest of students. But not Sandy. Sandy always had a way of blowing off class, smoking pot after hours, drinking until all hours of the night but when he got into a classroom it was like he had spent no time on being wasted or drunk. He was a smart, brilliant young man. Balanced. She decided to herself that she would try and pay attention. Agriculture had to be useful for something. Oh, why hadn't she chosen something like "Advanced Spanish" or "Women's Issues"? Electives she was probably good at. Electives she would probably stay awake in. She sighed deeply as she placed her elbows on the desk and leaned her chin against her open palms. Agricultural f…Her blue eyes glazed over as she began to concentrate on what the professor was saying. She was trying twice as hard now.

Sandy looked to his right, watching as Kirsten bit her lip. Adorable. He watched as she sighed deeply, sitting up and leaning into the chair's hardened frame. She looked bored out of her mind. He smiled, watching as she fidgeted in place, twiddling her thumbs as she continued to listen to Mr. Bailey. She tilted her head to one side, her hair brushing against the side of her neck, the small dark mark barely visible under the concealed. He smiled, reminiscing at the night they shared together, scribbling a small note on a piece of paper and tearing it off. He passed it to Kirsten, who looked pleased that someone had decided to save her from her misery.

Hey you, What are you doing tonight?

Kirsten smiled, looking at him as he pretended to focus on the lecture. She noticed a red mark peeking from the collar of his shirt. She thought of last night, a wild one. She had left scratches down the length of his back and small marks on his shoulders. He had left hickeys all over her body and a pleasing soreness between her thighs. She chuckled lightly, scribbling back and placing a hand on his back.

You.

His eyes threatened to close as her hand rubbed his back and moved to sit on his knee. She dragged her fingers slowly up his inner thigh, grazing him slightly, forcing him to gasp lightly. She massaged the part of his thigh closest to his growing bulge. His eyes met hers, dancing, as he swallowed hard. He shook his head. Her fingers danced their way onto him, lightly tapping a path on him, as they traveled up his zipper and past his button. Her index finger led the way as it crept beneath his shirt and toyed with the top of his pants, playing with the soft hair that loitered there. She fingered the trail gently, occasionally grazing his manhood, desperate for her. She could feel him tense beneath her finger tips. She grinned to herself, proud of what he had done. He would have that bulge for a while, his thoughts now on her hands upon him, on her. She let go of his body and replaced her elbows on the desk, her chin cradled by her fingers, smiling.

He took several deep breaths to calm himself down. She always knew how to make him feel that way and she loved doing it. He watched as her eyes glazed over once more as she attempted to pay attention to the lecture. Sandy's mind was brilliantly scheming up a plot to get her aroused. His method, the only way he knew how without touching her most sensitive, erogenous zones, without making her moan. Only to make her want him with the same lust he now had for her at this very moment.

He smiled as he mimicked her earlier motions, rubbing her thigh, occasionally climbing up her skirt to stroke her through the fabric of her panties. His hand went around to her back, tracing lazy circles on her heated skin, making shivers run up and down the length of her spine. His fingers found the clasp to her bra, undoing it. Kirsten gasped as she felt herself become undone. What was it about this man's skills in that department that made her want him so much?

She was reminded of why she was glad they sat at the back of the room, no one could tell what he was doing to her, tracing "I want you" and "You're so hot" on her back, making her skin tingle. He let go suddenly, almost on cue as Mr. Bailey announced their assignment for the next class and their peers began packing up. She shot a nervous glance at Sandy, who read her thoughts. He grabbed his books and placed them on his lap, covering the bulge in his pants that he was sure everyone would have noticed. She hugged her books to her chest, aware that her hardened points would be visible through her shirt.

They sped to his dorm room, in fit of giggles and kisses. Behind closed doors, he pinned her to the wall, their lust overpowering as he cupped her rear and lifted her, slipping her panties down and casting them to one side of the room. She removed her shirt as their lips parted to take a breath, her bra joining it. She quickly undid the zipper and button on his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers then turning her attention to his Berkeley T-shirt, she swept it off his hardened frame. His mouth claimed hers as he lifted her once more, cupping her bottom, stroking her bare flesh. Her mouth left his as she let out a breathless moan, "Sandy, I want you."

He held onto her rear, placing her to his level as he plunged into her and stood still. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she felt him throb within her. His lips kissed her neck as he withdrew completely and thrust again, her body being racked with passion and pleasure as she began to lose herself. Her head pressed back against the wall as her legs' hold around his waist tightened with every thrust. He felt his legs begin to lose feeling as he knew he was coming close, his control barely existent. His eyes met hers as she nodded, pushing off the wall and clinging to him, her arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders. He never left her body as they found the bed, her body pressed above his. She hovered above him and began to move slowly. She was in control, now.

Her hips met his as she moved above him, his hips raising ever so slightly. She bent above him, her tongue and mouth meeting his as she moaned, gripping the sheets around him. She felt the familiar pressure build within her, the heat between her thighs. She thrust into him faster and harder as she began to ride waves of pleasure, rubbing herself on him, sweat beading on her forehead. Her small grunts were turning into loud, breathless, almost pained moans. She withdrew him completely from her as she gave one final thrust and spent against him. His hands gripped her hips as he felt himself expire within her, the pleasurable intensity taking hold of him, his breaths slowing down.