Yuri

Fern must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me.

"Your makeup is smudged."

I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Fern continued to stare at me.

"Rough night?" he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup.

"I guess you could say that," I replied.

"You know," he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, "you look better without makeup."

His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me?

"Do you treat all the girls like this?" I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the alcohol.

Fern simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face.

"If you're so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don't you come see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409."

His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort.

"No way," I said, crossing my arms. "I know your reputation. You're a player."

"So what if I am?" Fern murmured. "It's your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock."

With that, Fern sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar.

"I'll pay for the lady's drink," he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar.

I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition of sex. Fern was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Fern and Lisa -- the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend -- broke up last semester, Fern's dorm had a constant stream of gorgeous girls going in at night and walking out the next morning, their lipstick smeared and their hair a mess. No girls ever went back; Fern only participated in one night stands.

I had never been interested in one night stands. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance, when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school had laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor.

"Why would I want you?" he had said, pointing and laughing. "Ugly Yuri will never have a boyfriend!"

After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of my ugly duckling phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn't interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect -- someone who I would be willing to share my body with. I had thought that Mason would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn't the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again.

"Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar's closing soon," the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought.

I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn't have to go home tonight.

I showed up at Fern's place a little while later. Before I entered, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides... with Mason and Lisa's double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both?

Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and entered Fern's dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I entered, as though he had been waiting for me.

"Changed your mind, eh?" he said, standing and crossing the room toward me.

He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It made my panties wet, almost like a pheromone.

"So," he said, "what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you."

"I just... Could use a little comfort," I said.

Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way that Mason's never had. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. Our lips smacked together the whole way there. I bit his lower lip, which caused him to groan, and when we entered his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed.

I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Fern's touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and slid his fingers down my panties, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Fern kissed and licked my neck as he rubbed my clit, letting his fingers get wet with my juices as I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away briefly to remove his hand from my panties and let me taste myself off his fingers, then returned to touching me.

Before he entered me with his fingers, however, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"I should tell you that I'm a virgin," I whispered.

Fern was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn't want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked.

"I figured," he replied, leaning down to nibble my ear. "I'll be gentle with you."

I let out a loud moan, arching my back as he let his long, thick fingers slide into me. He slid them back and forth, going faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. I kissed and bit his neck as he fingered me, and moaned into his skin. When he was finished pleasuring me, he removed his hand from my panties and looked me deeply in the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I was still trembling, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body.

"Lingerie, huh?" he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my lacy panties. "Since you went to all that trouble, why don't you give me a show?"

Still blushing, I stood and began to nervously remove my clothes. I removed my top first to reveal my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of my bra, then slipped off my skirt to reveal my waist and thighs. I could see Fern's erection straining in his gray sweatpants as he bit his lip. When I saw his huge erection, I knew that I wanted him.

Sauntering over to the bed, I pushed on his chest and pushed him down onto the mattress. I reached down and stroked his cock over his pants before sliding my hand inside and gripping it, feeling its warmth and girth in my small hand. He let out a groan as I stroked up and down his cock with my hand. I pulled my hand out and slid down his sweatpants so that I could see. Fern must have seen the surprise on my face when I saw how big he was, because he chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows.

"Scared?" he said.

I shook my head, licking my lips.

"Can I taste it?" I whispered, to which he nodded, his dark eyes fixed on mine.

I opened my mouth and took his cock inside, slowly working my lips and tongue up and down the shaft. It was awkward at first -- I had never done this before -- but the sounds that Fern was making told me that I was doing a good job.

We laid naked together beneath the sheets, our limbs tangled together. Fern spit on his hand and rubbed it along his shaft, pressing the head against me to go inside. I flinched at first, but Fern reassured me that it was okay.

"I'll be gentle. I promise," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

When it was over, Fern and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself, and pulled my panties on.

There was something different about Fern now that we had had sex; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey.

Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on.

"See you around."

Before Fern could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so... feral?

Yuri

It was almost four o'clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn't have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Mason and Lisa had sex on.

As I laid in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given my virginity to a near-stranger? A playboy? All to get revenge against Mason and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Fern was incredibly attractive and the sex was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it.

When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the alcohol from the night before. I groaned and rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee.

"You know, you could've at least told us where you went last night," Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island.

She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

"I'm sorry," I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. "I just needed to get out."

"Why didn't you tell us that you and Mason were a thing?" Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers.

She folded her arms and glared at me, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face.

"I'm sorry," I said between sobs. "H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman."

"Men are trash," Lori replied. "Most of them, anyway. Don't beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Mason Thurlow."

Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori.

"Yeah," she said. "Screw boys. You're smart and hot and you're gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C'mon, let's go get some breakfast."

Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall.

"Oh my god!" Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall.

She squealed and pointed at none other than Fern coming out the door. Jessica's excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Fern approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Fern right now, the morning after we had a one night stand? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting?

"Hi, Fern!" Jessica said, twirling a bit of her blonde hair around her finger. "Are you excited for the homecoming game today?"

I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Fern's stern gaze on me.

"Yeah," he replied. "Although, it's not as exciting when we always know we're gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight."

Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Fern walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light, or a result of the alcohol. Fern had his arms folded across his muscular chest as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit.

"You ready for practice, Fern?" another guy said, striding up to us.

He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Fern. Fern nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes still on me.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly.

"Oh my god, you're not ready yet?" she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously.

"Hey!" I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. "I was studying."

"Studying can wait," Jessica replied. "Come on, let's go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Fern is planning on using some new moves."

My heart leapt up into my throat.

"I'm not going," I said, opening my book up to the page I was on.

Jessica clearly didn't like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily.

"Aw, come on!" she whined. "You're not really gonna make me go alone, are you?"

I didn't have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Fern, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Fern since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the livestreams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, how he easily won every game he competed in.

"Come on," Jessica whined again. "Please? For me?"

She batted her eyelashes and stuck her lower lip out. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes.

"Alright," I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. "I'll go. But you owe me."

Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice, but didn't say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Fern.

"His body is just so perfect," she said. "All of those muscles just make me wanna bite him!"

I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Fern made the memories of last night come flooding back; his muscular body, the way he touched and kissed me, how he felt inside of me... It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to enter the arena, but I just couldn't. The feeling of Fern's strong eyes on me as we laid in bed together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Fern or Mason.

Yuri

We entered the arena, which was already packed full with excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold -- the other university was blue and black.

"Let's find a good seat," Jessica said.

I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Fern.

"Do you think he'll make us win again?"

"Of course! Fern always plays perfectly."

"I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!"

I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I could see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and platinum blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick.

I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Mason and Lisa exchange glances. Mason had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn't want Lisa seeing us together.

"Don't pay any attention to Mason," Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better.

"He's not worth your time."

I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Fern. I didn't know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Fern looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey.

I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Fern turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered.

The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Fern, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me... but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head.

Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular -- I think he was the captain of the other team -- started following Fern closely and trying to trip him up.

"C'mon, Fern!" Jessica shouted.

"I hope he doesn't get hurt," another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us.

Fern scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team's captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Fern. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Fern while Fern only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Fern as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us in bed flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Fern to not want him to get hurt. I didn't care to look at Mason for even a second.

The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Fern stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly brown hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team.

During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show.

"You hungry?" I said to Jessica.

She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how hot Fern looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn't mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this.

I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry.

"One soft pretzel, please," I said to the vendor. "And a water, too."

I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Fern. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His brown eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance...

"Miss? Hello?"

The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water.

"Oh... Sorry," I said. "Thank you."

I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Fern was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn't just been staring into my soul.

I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Fern finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn't even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later.

I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched... or hunted. How was Fern able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Fern seem like such a predator?