Indeed, my girlfriend had adjusted her routine enough that she actually met us right by the first gate onto campus. One minute, I was chatting with Belle and Alice. The next, I nearly got form-tackled into the bars when a horny redhead slammed into me from the side. Only her squealed

"Matty!" in her inimitable voice gave me enough of an idea what was going on so that I didn't freak out at the abrupt change in my directional momentum.

“Hey... miss me?" I said nonchalantly once we separated for air.

"I apparently missed YOU more than you missed ME!" she teased.

I responded by initiating a fresh makeout session that Lasted long enough for Belle and Alice to both laugh at us, tap me on the shoulder, and say goodbye as they headed off to their own classes.

Thirty seconds Later, though, Naimh had to stop kissing me again.

“Shoot, I gotta get to class." Her first period was all the way across campus.

“Thanks for waiting here to see me. I DID miss you." Seriously, I'd really missed her. After Sam's impromptu five-mile run (which still had my legs feeling like they'd been injected with lead, thanks for asking), and nothing else but Zofi's post-game blowjob, I'd found myself lying in bed last night with a raging erection and nothing but my poor, inadequate right hand for relief. Alice was right: I'd almost forgotten how to masturbate. And I put all that frustration and longing into my voice and eyes.

She seemed to get the message.

“I'll see you later," she promised, her voice promising even more. And then she turned and hustled off to class.

As I straightened my backpack, I noticed that several of my classmates were gawking at me, no surprise after the scene my ridiculously gorgeous girlfriend and I had just made.

I loved my life.

Sam gave me a warm smile when I came in the door for our shared first period, but almost immediately afterward she averted her gaze and looked down at her notebook. There was no time to talk before class, but I knew we would walk together to our shared second period afterward. When the bell rang at the end of class, I sidled over to her, but rather than wrap both arms around my right elbow, she tucked her thumbs into the straps of her backpack and headed out the door with me just a step behind trying to keep up. She wasn't purposefully walking away from me, but neither was she making significant effort to remain close by my side.

“Hey, uh," I began lamely. "Can we talk Later? Without everyone around?

Maybe this afternoon during the study session, we can find a quiet room."

Sam gave me an odd look.

“Is sex ALL you think about?"

I frowned at her tone. "No, I seriously meant to talk. Like... our mouths open and words come out.”

She sighed. "I can't make the study session this afternoon. I've got other things going on."

“How about after? Ideally, you could come over to my house after dinner for a short visit, but if that's not convenient I can drive over to your place instead."

“I'm not dating anyone, if that's what you're worried about," she explained rather tersely. "Zofi told me you got all paranoid about me meeting up with a guy Saturday night, but I promise you it wasn't Like that."

"Oh, no worries. Mother told me she arranged for you to talk to this third-year Law student son of one of her partners at the firm."

Sam stopped in her tracks and furrowed her eyebrows as she glanced over at me. "You talked to your mum about me?"

I stopped as well, and we got brushed a bit as other students on their way to class had to pass around us like we were rocks amidst a river of human traffic. Gesturing with my eyes and head, I took a step over against the wall so we at Least wouldn't be blocking people. Sam followed.

Once we were out of the steady flow, I explained, “You two have obviously become pretty close. I wanted to know if she knew more about what was going on than me, especially since... well... yesterday when you left my house after our run while I was in the shower, she... uh... seemed to know more about what was going on than me."