Anonymous

Kylie knows the bleachers on her college campus is the place to meet random strangers for an anonymous hook-up. But she doesn't expect to see a guy like Bryce there. She doesn't expect him to do the things that he does to her. And she doesn't expect to see him a second time. But he has other plans for her, one that might alter her future for the next nine months and beyond...

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I ran my hands over the short skirt I was wearing, though nothing I could do would make it long enough to really cover my ass. Glancing around, I was glad to see no one was around.

Well, no one that I could see, anyway.

There was no telling how many people were under the bleachers of the football field. Even though it was the off-season—or maybe because it was the off-season—it was the place that people gravitated to. For different reasons.

Some were lovers, unable to find enough privacy in their dorm rooms to have sex.

Some were random hookups, heading into the dark corners under the stands for much the same reasons.

And there were people like me. I didn’t know who I would be meeting tonight. It was said to be a place where someone could blow off steam. A place where you didn’t have to exchange names, if you didn’t want to.

A place where it was understood that the only thing that mattered was a chance to fuck.

Quick and anonymous.

No strings attached.

Exactly what I wanted at the moment.

I slipped into the shadows. There were hints of movement. Low groans and muffled cries. As my eyes adjusted to the change in light, I began to see more.

There were several couples. All engaged in a variety of sex acts, ranging from a blow job to fucking both against the bleachers and on the ground in a multitude of positions.

I stayed away.

Heading in a different direction.

Gasping as a strong arm suddenly snaked around my waist from behind. The surprise turned to desire as I was drawn back against a very solid—and very aroused—male body.

I was almost tempted to not turn around.

To let him just take me from behind, unseen. The most anonymous sort of fuck possible.

But curiosity got the best of me and I glanced back. Gasped as my nipples instantly tightened and my pussy flooded.

I knew who was holding me.

I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a woman on campus who wouldn’t recognize him.

He was the last guy I would have thought would need to use the bleachers to find sex. Not with at least half the women on campus throwing themselves at him all the time. I had to assume he could have just about anyone he wanted, at any time.