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A warning: For those of you looking for a quick fix, you probably won’t find it her; I believe in character development. For those of you that like a good story, I hope you enjoy this. Comments are always welcomed. Oh, and I dedicate this story to my husband, the nylon-lover.

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“I hate her,” Joe muttered as he watched Natalie bounce through the crowded college courtyard. Two years, they had been together. Two years of wasted emotion, compromises, and plans. Hell, they hadn’t really started making love until these last few months, and that’s why he had thought she was the one. “‘Let’s save ourselves until we’re sure,'” he grumbled. She had said that for the first eighteen months, and when she had finally given in . . . it had been glorious. None of the girls he’d been with before had made him feel like that. Of course, none had ever ripped his heart out of his chest and danced over it like her, either. Now all he had left from those two years of supposed love were memories, a few pictures, and that sweater she’d given him for his birthday that was two sizes too small. Oh, that and a rented tuxedo. What kind of heartless bitch breaks up with you just days before the Spring Formal, thereby completely humiliating you in front of your peers? Joe scowled at his thoughts. Enough self-pity for one morning. He had classes to attend . . . and a Limo and tux to cancel.

Though he scolded himself every step of the way, he couldn’t banish every ill word he could think of from springing up in his mind and attaching them to his dear ex-girlfriend’s name. He scowled as he passed Natalie and took a seat in the back of the classroom. How convenient. He’d forgotten they had philosophy together that morning. Yet another hour to burn her slowly in effigy. Joe stared at the back of her head. He imagined her demise by various means; fire, drowning, strangulation. He only looked away when she glanced back, feeling his stare and obviously not appreciating it. He glared when she leaned over to whisper to the girl next to her. Again he looked away, missing the look of her friend in his direction. Kerri was her best friend; he didn’t need to add her to his hate list at the moment. Instead he tried to concentrate on Socrates vs. Plato or some other crap he couldn’t care about at the moment. Maybe he could salvage everything. Maybe she’d reconsider. Greg Dawson, Natalie’s new love interest, was a pre-law with a possible NFL career in his future… he could contend with that, right?

“Mr. Pisano?”

Joe jerked to attention in his seat; the pencil he had been absently tapping against his desk top slipped from his fingers and rolling across the aisle between seats.

“That’s got to be your most annoying habit, Mr. Pisano,” his professor remarked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I don’t know, sir,” Joe said, smirking as he glanced at Natalie. “My girlfriend always said my snoring was the real problem.” It was her turn to scowl. It was gratifying to know he bothered her, and so, with a feeling of superiority, he leaned out over the aisle to reach for his pencil.

His good feelings faded as he glanced towards the head of the class again. Through a forest of chair and human legs, a particularly voluptuous pair caught his attention. Long and slender, they began at the hem of a short lavender plaid skirt that had ridden up, exposing way too much thigh. As he watched, those legs shifted and slithered to cross again, revealing another curiosity: a lavender high-heel on a nylon clad foot. As the professor’s voice droned on about metaphysics, those legs began to move and that raised foot bounced. Joe stared, fixated. It made him think of Natalie again, but this time he wasn’t mad. She used to do this sometimes, teasing him across the room or under the table with her slender feet. She’d always laugh and tell him he was a pervert, but he found feet very attractive. Supple toes, well-formed arches, soft, smooth heels… he shivered, remembering for a moment the feel of Natalie’s feet gripping his cock. He shook the memory from his mind in time to watch the heel of that foot pop free from its lavender prison, revealing a perfect arch.

“Mr. Pisano!”

Joe let out a yelp of pain as he hit the floor. Startled, he looked up, his eyes wide. Whatever reprimand his teacher had this time was lost under the sound of the class bell and the shifting of bodies and books. He scrambled to his feet, feeling his dignity was already lost, so why try for a graceful recovery. Glancing around as he gathered his books, he noticed another peculiar thing: Kerri was smiling at him. She looked about to say something when Natalie grabbed her arm and pulled her to the door. The last thing he noticed as Kerri left the room was the way her hips swayed under that lavender pleated skirt she was wearing.

***

“This is nuts,” Dave, his room mate, chuckled. “You want to ask Kerri out? Your ex’s best friend? Isn’t there some rule about that, Joe?”

“I’m telling you, she wants me.” He grinned at himself in the mirror. Running his fingers through his short brown hair, he flashed his friend a smile. “I mean, bahis firmaları how could she resist?”

“Natalie sure resisted,” Dave cracked. Moments later, he nearly fell off his bed to avoid the pillow that Joe launched at him. It took him a while to right himself; he couldn’t stop laughing. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll help. I’ve got physics with her in an hour.”

“Great!” Joe slid out of his shirt, glancing over his chest, arms, and abs. He was no football player, but his body was aesthetically pleasing by most standards. His time on the swim team was finally paying off; he was tan and well-toned. “Just tell her to meet me alone in the courtyard. I’ll take it from there.”

“Whatever, man. It’s your funeral.”

“No, it’s my salvation,” he muttered. Joe tussled his chestnut hair again, put on some cologne, and grabbed another shirt. He had a plan; for the first time in a week, he felt determined, hopeful, and, well, happy. Now all he needed was some flowers.

***

Two hours later, the courtyard was far from empty. Ranging from stray studiers to large loitering groups, students flooded the area for their lunch hour. The central fountain, however, was deserted. Not a single person sat on the edge of its deep, marble basin. Its green copper figures played in their familiar pastoral scene; centaurs and satyrs chased nymphs and maidens at the feet of Dionysus while Athena looked down on all this with dignified distain. Joe always thought this was a pretty accurate depiction of the two halves of college life: partying and learning, but any teacher to whom he mentioned it said it was an expression of the school’s policy to frown on unsanctioned soirees. That’s why Joe never took art appreciation; no one seemed to appreciate art quite the way he did.

Joe had been waiting for a half hour now. He was pretty well hidden in the shade of an oak tree and had a good view of the walkway from the science lab to the fountain. He was just waiting for Kerrie … if she really was interested in him. He was trying to remember the first time they’d met when she finally came into view, her hips swaying under those lavender pleats.

“The Christmas party,” he muttered. He distinctly remembered being introduced to her at the Sigma Tau Delta Christmas party last winter. His relationship with Natalie had been pretty strong then, though the strain of his forced celibacy was starting to show. Kerrie had been dressed up like an elf, complete with fur-lined green mini skirt and feathered hat. He had liked how she commented on how Natalie was improving in her taste for men, how she tended to touch his arm when she laughed at his jokes, and most of all, how she had insisted he kiss her when that had wound up under the mistletoe after a few drinks. It hadn’t been a long kiss; it couldn’t have been more than a five seconds long; but he remembered her knee brushing up the side of his pant leg, making his skin cover with goose bumps.

“Kerrie?”

She swirled around, her blue eyes wide with surprise. Good. Surprise is good, especially when it makes her pant that way, he thought. Joe emerged from the shade, waving to her.

“Oh, hi,” Kerrie replied. She brushed a lock of blond hair behind her ear as she smiled at him. “Dave said you wanted me?”

He almost tripped over the lawn’s brick edge when he heard that. “He what?!” His mouth felt very dry all of a sudden.

“Are you okay?” Kerrie touched his arm as she spoke. “Nate said you wanted to see me about something.” She led him over to the fountain and pressed her hand to his chest until he sat on its wide rim. “By the way, if this has anything to do with Natalie, the answer is no.”

Things weren’t going exactly as he had planned. He shook his head, recovering enough to rest his hand on top of hers, holding it against his chest. Her fingers felt cool against his burning palm. “I wanted to ask about you, not Natalie . . .” “Ms. Kerrie Flynn?” Another man approached her. The patch on his hat and his jacket had the words “special delivery” emblazoned across them.

When Kerrie turned and began to answer, the delivery guy came out with a dozen pink roses on a cloud of baby’s breath. Her eyes widened, and she started to pant again. Joe found himself fascinated by the rise and fall of her chest during this; the strain of her hard nipples against her shirt was visible when she stood in profile. He tried to stay calm and adjust on the edge of the fountain; the view was getting him a little . . . excited. Surprise is definitely good, he thought again.

After reading the card, she frowned. “Are you serious? You want to go to the Spring Formal with me?”

He nodded.

“Joe, I’d love to . . .”

Oh, God. There’s a ‘but’ coming, he thought.

“. . . but . . .”

I knew it; here it comes.

“. . . Natalie would kill me.”

Joe nearly fell off the fountain, he was laughing so hard. “Natalie? You’re worried about Natalie?!”

Her brow knitted, and she stomped her foot. “Yes, I’m worried about how my best friend would react if I was seen with her ex-boyfriend. She told me you’d do this, and she looked kaçak iddaa upset. I don’t want to lose my best friend!” By the end of her speech, her face was flushed, her eyes flashing, and her chest still heaving. When she turned to walk away from him, his hand encircled her wrist.

“Sometimes you have to do something for yourself, Kerrie . . . and for me.” He stared into her blue eyes. God knows he couldn’t stop himself from praying she’d change her mind. Maybe what he said made sense; maybe his deep brown eyes conveyed his desperate need for her and his fear of another rejection. Whatever caused it, a few moments later, his arms were around a beautiful woman, his lips pressed against hers. Her lips parted when his tongue brushed against them. Soon they were both seated on the edge of the fountain and lost in each other’s embrace. Things were definitely looking up for Joe.

***

“The Moon Over Venice” was the theme of the Spring Formal. Strings of white Christmas lights twinkled in imitation of stars on the ceiling and upper walls of the auditorium. A bloated, full moon was projected on the canvas backdrop behind the band stand. Its silvery light not only illuminated the mural of gondolas and canals on the canvas; it also served as a spotlight for the band on stage. It was hard to tell if it was their idea or the dance committee coordinator’s, but the band was dressed in tight, broad-striped t-shirts and white pants like the gondoliers in movies. Currently the front man was crooning an off-key rendition of Bryan Adam’s “Everything I Do (I Do It For You)”. Joe could only shake his head in disgust.

“Yeah, I know,” Dave said beside him. “After charging a hundred bucks for a pair of tickets, you’d think they’d spring for a better band.”

Joe took a sip of punch out of his plastic champagne flute. “Yeah, and you’d think someone would have pity on us and spike the punch, too. By the way . . . any idea how long it takes for women to finish in the bathroom? I’d swear Kerrie and your girlfriend have been in there for at least a half hour.”

“Could be…” Dave gestured towards the hall leading to the bathrooms. “Heads up, Joe. Nat’s just emerged from the can.” Sure enough, Joe watched Natalie stomp towards them in platform stiletto-heeled shoes and a yellow dress that reminded him of a banana peel.

“You fucking jerk,” she hissed. “It’s not going to work. I don’t want you back, so leave Kerrie alone.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied with an extravagant bow to her. “Of course, Your Majesty, I’ll leave right away. How could I have ever underestimated you and thought you wouldn’t see through my scheme. How clever of you to think that I couldn’t actually like Kerrie and be attracted to her. No, my actions have to be a ploy to make you jealous, because the sun rises and sets by your command, and the whole world lives to worship you, you conceited, selfish…BITCH!” And of course, the song ended just as he raised his voice. For once, Joe didn’t care that people were staring at him and probably thinking he was an asshole; he could live with that. What he couldn’t live with was the idea that Natalie could move on but she wouldn’t let him do the same. Hell, who knew? Maybe he was meant to be with Kerrie. Maybe he should have dumped Natalie after that Christmas party. God only knows how many nights he had used the memory of Kerrie’s kiss under the mistletoe in his masturbatory fantasies while he tried to tough out his relationship with Natalie.

He didn’t speak again until the band started to play “We’re Not Gonna Take It” by Twisted Sister. This one they knew how to play. “Natalie, I think it’s time you went back to Greg and left me alone. I don’t want you back, either; I want Kerrie. I’ve wanted her for the last six months, but I’m a man of principle and had already committed myself to you. Now you’re gone, and I’m free. And you know what? For the first time in six months, I’m happy.” With that, he walked away.

For once Natalie was speechless. Dave patted his shoulder as he passed; Dave looked impressed, as did several guys from Sigma Tau Delta. Kerrie’s expression was much harder to read. She was standing near the hall to the lavatories, her little handbag clutched to her chest. Her shimmering green dress clung to all the right places; she looked beautiful. Unfortunately, she also had the pleading look of a dog at dinnertime.

Joe opened his mouth to say something to her, but he kept walking. He didn’t want to give her a chance to reject him, not now, not after his victory against Natalie. He walked out of the dance and into the night air.

***

The courtyard was finally empty. The only sounds were the night music of insects and the babble of falling water. The only lights were the real moon and stars over head. Defused by the trees, moonlight glimmered on the water streaming and pooling within the fountain. Joe sat on the rim and stared into the shadows under the trees.

Natalie’s probably got her claws in Kerrie by now, he thought. She’s probably twisting my words and convincing Kerrie to never talk to me again. She’ll think I’m an asshole and never want kaçak bahis to be seen with me again.

“Joe?”

He almost fell into the fountain in response. Kerrie had followed him. It was her turn to emerge from the shadows of the trees. In the moonlight, she looked ethereal. Her hair and dress glimmered so that there seemed to be an aura of white light around her. Joe almost convinced himself that he was dreaming. “Hey” was the only thing he could manage to say in return.

“You scared me. You just walked by like you hadn’t seen me.” She sat beside him. She was close enough that he could smell her perfume and feel her knee brush against his.

“Oh? I’m . . . I’m sorry. Natalie . . .”

“Yeah, I know.” She shook her head, and the curls that weren’t pinned up bounced against her forehead and neck. “She cornered me in the bathroom when I was talking with Ann. She said you were just using me and not be trusted.”

“She’s wrong . . .”

“I know. I was close enough when I left the bathroom that I saw you two arguing. I couldn’t hear much, but I think I know what you said . . .”

Joe stood up then and turned to face her. “I said I don’t want her. I admitted that hadn’t for sometime now . . . and that I’ve liked you since I first saw you in that little elf costume of yours.” The moonlight was behind him, hiding his face in shadow. “I know this is . . . hard on you, that she’s your best friend, but I don’t want this thing between us to end before it starts. If anyone screws up our relationship, I’d rather it be me than Natalie.”

It was Kerrie’s turn to laugh. “Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?”

He blushed. “It’s nothing I plan to do. Plans never work for me anyway.”

She giggled again and leaned back so that her arms held her up. “Oh, yeah?” He felt her shoe slide up the inside of his right leg until he closed his stance, trapping her ankle between his thighs. “So what if I promise to make the plans in the future?” She tugged her leg free and proceeded to run the toe of her high heel up the outside of his other leg.

He made a swipe for her foot, but she pulled it back just in time. “Okay. What do you plan for us to do for the rest of the evening? I don’t want to go back to the dance.”

“Neither do I.” She reached up and grabbed the lapel of his tuxedo coat, pulling him down and into a kiss. It reminded him again of the Christmas party, only this time he didn’t let her pull back after only a couple seconds. His hand came up and cupped the nape of her neck. Her lips tasted like strawberries and parted easily when he sought the warmth of her mouth. Once inside, his tongue found hers. A soft moan escaped her and vibrated through both their heads. When he finally pulled back, they both were breathing heavily, and he could tell by the mischievous little smile spreading across her face that she was planning something he was going to enjoy.

She swung around until her legs dangled over the water of the fountain, and then she reached back and pulled his arms around her shoulders. “We could just stay here. It’s warm, and I’ve always liked this place.”

“. . . um, sure . . .” Joe couldn’t help sounding distant; his attention was centered more on the heels of her shoes, which traced slow, graceful circles in the water. Her feet flexed, and the soles of the shoes joined the heels in lightly skimming over the moonlit pool. When she flexed her left foot again, her heel popped free from the leather of her shoe. A little moan escaped Joe. He adjusted his attention to her face. Her head was tipped back, and she was grinning up at him like a Cheshire cat. “Sorry . . . I just . . .”

“. . . have a thing about feet?” She finished for him. She straightened her leg so that her dangled shoe was held high over the water. “Natalie kinda told me about that when she was complaining one day.”

“Complaining?” He was transfixed by her foot again, especially when she bounced her leg, making the shoe bounce and swing from her toes.

“Yeah, complaining that you like to cum on her feet.” Still grinning, she straightened her foot, her heel popping back into her shoe.

Joe blushed. “She said that?”

Kerrie relaxed her leg until both shoes skimmed the water again. “Guys never realize that girls talk about sex to their friends, too.” She half turned towards him, curling one leg beneath her and leaving the other over the water. “Don’t worry. I think it’s cute.” Her gaze trailed down from his face, and he moaned again when he felt her hand trace the outline of his cock against the front of his trousers. “Pretty effective, too, I’d say.” She squeezed him gently as she started to swing her leg over the water again.

“Kerrie . . . you don’t have to . . .”

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” Her teeth toyed with her lip as she guided his zipper down. “And I want to . . .” Her nimble fingers dipped into and guided him out of his boxer shorts. The warm caress of her hand and the touch of the cool mist rising from the fountain were in such sharp contrast; the sensations made him shiver. “Nat wasn’t kidding . . . you’re huge,” she cooed as she began to stroke his shaft. Her hand moved in a slow, insistent rhythm, starting from his base and ending at the crown. His eyes fluttered shut in response. “Uh-ah. If you close your eyes, you’ll miss the best part.”

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