Page 8 of Blurred Boundaries

“Austin is fine, right? I mean, I read he collapsed,” I say, remembering the headline that nearly stopped my heart.

“Yeah. He just overexerted himself,” he tells me.

“I was heartbroken because Roland wouldn’t be with me, so I fainted to get his attention,” Austin pipes up from somewhere near the phone. “I’m such a mastermind.”

I laugh despite myself. “Glad to hear you’re okay, Austin. Any problem with your team?”

“Nah. Big guy took the fall. I owe him,” Austin reveals.

“You don’t owe me anything,” I hear Roland reply at once. Then there’s a soft sound through the speaker that I’m certain is a kiss.

My friend is smitten. I’ve known it since that quarter-final night, when he had me go out and buy roses so he could scatter them around his room as a romantic gesture for Austin.

“When are you planning to come here? I need the company,” I interrupt when it becomes clear they’ve forgotten I’m still on the call.

“This weekend,” Roland tells me. “Maybe Thursday night. And we have to be discreet.”

Taj immediately springs to mind as someone who could help me sneak them through from the airport unnoticed. “Yeah, I’ll figure something out.”

“So, what’s up with you?” Roland changes topics. “Your text didn’t say much.”

“We can discuss that when you get here, but it’s nothing serious. I was just being dramatic.”

Roland chuckles. He knows me too well to question that statement. We talk a little longer, then I say goodbye to him and Austin and end the call. I send a quick text to my mum to check in on her and dad during their latest vacation. Then I toss my phone on the sofa before heading into the bathroom. I step under the shower for a quick rinse, letting the hot water beat down over my shoulders and wash the day off me.

I try my best not to think about a certain twenty-year-old guy . . . or his dick or his hand on both our dicks—or the way he looked at me. It’s a pathetic effort. I fail spectacularly when my cock gets hard so fast there’s no stopping it. I shrug to myself and wrap a hand around my cock, I figure it’ll be over quickly, so I’m willing to give it the attention it demands. It’s not difficult to picture Taj on his knees for me, his lips stretched around my cock, and his head bobbing as he sucks me slow and deep, and then fast and hard. Pleasure rolls through me in waves, starting somewhere behind my eyes and spreading down through every inch of me.

My orgasm crashes into me, leaving my release on the tiled wall and across my hand. I slump back against the shower wall; the water runs over me while I try to remember how to breathe. Once I feel steady again, I rinse myself and step out. I head to my room after drying myself, pulling on a comfortable jumper and sweatpants. They’re perfect for the September chill creeping in through the windows. I go back to the living room to grab my phone and order dinner. I ignore a missed call from the dean when a text message from an unknown number catches my attention.

Hello my friend.

6

TAJ

—If I Fall For You

by Karin Ann

Hello my friend

Who is this?

Someone who is into you, but you placed in the friend-zone

Taj, I did not friend-zone you and how did you get my number?

I have my ways of getting your number. Since I’m not in the friend-zone, when can we go on a date?

You know that is not possible. You are my student.

That’s even worse. You are student-zoning me!

I’m not, it’s just the reality.

What if I drop your course?

Don’t be stupid. You’re in your third year and it’s a pre-requisite for you.