Updated 4/1/16

Chapter 4.5

i stay on y'all mind but, oh, i think they like me

The text from Shannon came unexpectedly around midnight on a Thursday. The only reason Freddie was still awake was because Ethan had bribed him with off campus take-out food in exchange for help. His roommate's video project was a total nightmare.

Aside from there being only four guys on the diving team, the coach was a wacko and the video Ethan took was distant and grainy. He had to film from the balcony instead of down on the pool deck and to make things worse the angle of the video was quite unflattering to the divers. Not that Freddie was an expert on diving but he was fairly certain that his mom's aqua aerobics class was better than these guys.

That being said, even with the editing software from his web show, there wasn't much he could do to make these athletes look good. So Freddie cheated and used a ton of special effects that were so distracting you could barely tell what the divers were doing. Words scrolled across the screen as the divers went forward, reversed and forward again. They faded from color to black and white while Freddie included snap shots of campus that he'd taken during a visit last year.

Ethan sat back watching Freddie's every edit and marveling at his genius.

But when the text came, Benson decided it was time for a break.

Apparently Shannon and her boyfriend had finally ended things – which was long overdue. It was one of the things Shannon rambled on and on about during their pizza lunches. But the bottom line was, she was looking for rebound sex – and Freddie was certainly willing to let himself be used for a night.

In preparation for his sleepover with the lovely Shannon Kelly, he packed condoms, a toothbrush and clean underwear in his bag. Getting a fist bump from Ethan, Freddie headed out into the California night and made his way through the streets to her place. She was the only freshman Freddie knew who lived in an apartment off campus. He'd been there once before, feeling chivalrous he walked her home after their first lunch together. The gesture had certainly paid off.

He glanced down at his phone again. She'd sent a picture of herself which definitely sent his blood pumping. A sexy selfie shot of her in nothing but tiny little boy shorts standing with her back to mirror so he got a great view of her ass.

His pace quickened.

The roads were much too crowded for this time of night. The traffic lights seemed to stay red for much too long. His impatience at the distance had him almost jogging to her doorstep.

Almost.

Freddie knew that running would make him sweaty and that was not the impression he wanted to make tonight. Getting back to his normal gait, Benson went through his pregame checklist:

He had protection. Brushed his teeth. Reapplied his deodorant.

The top three items marked off, he relaxed and began to imagine what tonight would be like. He remembered that first moment when he saw her at orientation. He hadn't wanted to get involved with anyone but Shannon was the exception. Freddie had been slightly embarrassed at his own disappointment when she mentioned having a boyfriend.

Obviously that was now a distant memory as he pressed the intercom button and announced his arrival. There was a second buzz as the door to the building unlocked. Up the stairs, down the hall, next to last door on the right side, Freddie tapped his knuckles against the door.

"Who is it?"

After the game of announcing himself and making several incorrect guesses at the password, Shannon finally opened the door and let him inside.

Her tiny studio apartment wasn't much bigger than a dorm room but she had ten times the stuff crammed inside. The basics of a kitchen; range, fridge and sink were stuck in one corner along with a small set of cabinets overhead. A tiny bathroom and hall closet took up another corner. In the center of the room was a futon and a coffee table that was being used as a desk.

"This reminds me of IKEA," Freddie commented noticing the amount of hooks and storage shelves attached to the walls.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Shannon replied taking his bag and placing it in the only empty cubby along the far wall.

"Sorry to hear about ….," Freddie began realizing instantly that instantly that he shouldn't start the night by mentioning the break up. But Shannon took it in stride.

"It's for the best," she said taking a deep breath. "I'm ready for something new."

"Me too," Freddie agreed, relieved that she didn't make a big deal of his little blunder.

With a smile on her face, she moved closer reaching her arms around his neck in a loose hug. "It's nice to have a friend like you in my life."

"Yeah," Freddie agreed, sliding one arm around her waist. "But shouldn't I be the one making you feel better?"

"You already have."

When she brushed her nose against his cheek, Freddie responded by lowering his mouth to hers for that first kiss. It was soft and gentle with no hints of reservation from either of them. So he pressed forward, hands roaming up under her shirt and to the claps of her bra. At the same time he felt her hands on his shoulders, then moving down his chest.

The midnight desire was in full bloom and Freddie cupped a bare breast with one hand while the other reached for the hem of her loose fitting tee. One handed, he tried to get her shirt off which resulted in a pleading, "help me," as he somehow managed to catch her long hair.

"Sorry!" Freddie winced as his second error of the night. It wasn't like this was his first time but it was his first time with Shannon. Maybe that's why things were a little awkward.

As she freed herself from her top, Freddie attacked her chest with his mouth. Lapping at her pink nipples with his needy tongue, he could hear her breath hitch again. Her chest was much fuller than Maddie's and Valerie's although you would never know that from her conservative style when it came to clothing.

Pulling her with him, Freddie pressed her down against the futon mattress. He took a second to look over her porcelain skin which freckled slightly across her nose, cheeks and shoulders. Her long gingery hair fell in waves over the throw pillow.

"You are so fucking hot," Freddie said, tongue rolling across his lips where the taste of her kiss lingered.

"So are you." She bit at her bottom lip as she reached for his ass pulling him in between her legs.

As he descended, Freddie reached an arm behind him, grasping a handful of his shirt and pulling it over his head. In the brief second it took him to undress, Shannon's expression transformed from sexy to lustful.

Nice. Freddie thought to himself, leaning into her for more mouth to mouth. Pressing into her, he kissed her again molding his lips to hers. Her hands went up his arms to his shoulders, than across his shoulder blades to his neck. Freddie dug his arms into the mattress beneath them. Caressing the warm skin of her back while holding her close to him, he ground his hips against body.

"Time to lose the shorts," he whispered in between kisses.

With confident hands, he slipped them down her long legs, trailing the journey with tiny pecks from his lips. Leaving them wrapped around her ankles, Freddie smiled to himself at her completely naked body, noting to himself that it really was true about red heads being red-haired everywhere. Bending at the wrist Freddie' s wandering fingers traced the seam between her legs slowly. Pausing to add pressure against her clit, he felt her hips move against his hand.

"oooohhhh."

Her pleasure escaped as Freddie slipped his thumb inside her teasingly, only to remove it and press it against her clit again. Her pelvis tilted upward as she begged for more. He continued this methodology for a while hoping she'd come but he wasn't quite that lucky.

She did get very wet though.

Her warm breath panted against the skin of his neck. Catching onto her cues, Freddie took a minute to get the appropriate protective gear from his bag and 'dress' himself accordingly. As he leaned back down, Shannon eagerly rolled her hips up and into him. Freddie gasped at the warmth that surrounded his cock.

He began slowly, trying not to get too aroused. A former lover's teasing of one pump chump had left a scar that he wasn't sure would ever go away. So he made a moderate attempt at restraint but Shannon wasn't having that.

Her nails dug into him and her boney pelvis slammed into him –hard. The sudden impact caused a complete dissipation of Freddie's intended pace. Giving into his libido and Shannon's demanding pussy he gave it everything he had. Freddie lost himself in the cadence fucking her harder and harder. He wanted to hear her scream or yell his name or make some kind of sound to let him know she was feeling as good as he was.

When he was approaching his own finish line (very aware that she hadn't reached orgasm yet) he made the mistake of opening his eyes to look at her.

His thrusts screeched to a halt, like a tractor trailer about to jackknife. The sight before him was so inhuman he cringed with revulsion. Shannon's eyes were wide open but rolled back into her head, leaving only the bloodshot whites of her eyes balls showing.

"What the hell!" Freddie exclaimed, pulling halfway out of her.

"Don't. Stop." Shannon panted, her nails digging into the flesh of his bare ass and forcing him back inside of her. But her eyes hadn't changed at all and Freddie was getting really freaked out by the whole thing. Flashbacks of horror movies with demonic possession plotlines immediately permeated his conscious. Squeezing his eyes closed and trying to make the sight of Shannon's heinous face disappear he felt her hips lift up against his impatiently.

But that couldn't change the fact that now all he could think about were those gleaming alabaster orbs with their crimson veiny lines in her eye sockets. He shuddered, choking back the disgust he felt as his arousal all but vanished and he had to fight keep himself there.

With the interruption, it took him much longer than usual to get back to where he was. Which, normally would have been a good thing but of course he made the mistake of looking at her again. Freddie cursed at the grotesque absence of eyes and quickly looked away. Burying his face into her neck he fought the urge to verbalize the "ewwwww" that was on the tip of his tongue.

Despite Shannon's enthusiasm, for the first time in his entire life...

Freddie Benson faked an orgasm.

Not

Shannon Kelly makes a cameo (exclusive property of the BBC and a little show that I love called WOLFBLOOD)