Jackson arrived to Heathrow

Later that night…

Just hanging out in the common room, Mark was just about ready to call it a night and head to his dorm to get some sleep. He was on his way up the staircase before he felt his phone buzzing from his pocket.

Immediately, he saw that it was a text from his cousin.

Jackson: Come have a drink with me at the bar cuz

Could he really be bothered? It was just his cousin, it wasn’t like he was in a **** rush to speak with him.

There were probably hundred different reasons not to go to the campus bar to speak with Jackson but it was his first night here so for whatever reason, Mark was now on his way for a drink.

***

“Mark!! How good’s this?!” Jackson said, embracing him in a hug at the main bar.

He could smell the **** on his breath, Jackson had obviously been here for a little longer than he first imagined.

“Yeah guess so,” Mark replied, not as excited as he was.

“Here… take this, I was double parked anyway,” he said, passing him over what looked like a vodka red bull.

Mark smiled, kindly accepting the drink. He didn’t have anything against Jackson, they had always seen eye to eye and never had any troubles with one another. But it felt odd to now be having a drink with him at the same campus. The campus he now called home.

It was like this was Mark’s territory and someone close to home was showing up here with the idea of taking over it. He knew Jackson loved female attention and worried that this would end in the two clashing over some of the girls he truly cared about.

“So when did you make the decision to come here,” Mark said as the two took a seat together at one of the booths.

“A few months ago, knew I would transfer. Florida’s just the way to go man, the weather all year round, the people, the girls…”

Jackson had made it clear right away that one of the reasons he was here was for the college girls he would meet. It had Mark a little uneasy right away. Just minutes into their catch up convo and a drink, Jackson started explaining how he met up with Ali and Tiffany and slept with them both that night.

“You know I’m really close to them both right? I mean i literally dated Tiff for months, over half a year,” he explained to him, wanting to put that out there to see his reaction.

Jackson looked a tiny bit guilty, “Man I didn’t know, honest, I didn’t know anything about them besides that they went here.”

“It’s cool,” he said, taking another sip of his drink.

“Should you give me a list of girls you want me to stay away from?” he asked in a joking tone.

Mark chuckled, “I’m not gonna tell you who you can and can’t sleep with dude… but I will say… things are going really well for me right now here, I wouldn’t want you coming in and fucking all my friends and ruining things for me.”

He didn’t want to be like this, not to his cousin. But Mark felt a need to at least stand his ground here and give Jackson a bit of a warning. Almost two full years here in Florida, Mark had put a lot of time and effort into forming his relationships with his friends. He didn’t want this to all go to waste because of a horny cousin.

Jackson seemed to understand, nodding along, however, in the corner of his eye, he pictured someone who took his interest. A busty blonde with her large breasts out on display underneath a black lacy top.

“What about her? You friends with that curvy blonde?” he said, forcing Mark to look over his shoulder.

He almost laughed, surprised to see that Miranda of all people was standing at the bar, waiting to be served.

“She’s all yours if you want her,” he said, knowing the two of them didn’t have the best history together, “But word of warning, she may seem friendly at first but she’s crazy man…”

“Does she put out?” he asked him.

“Yeah, you’d be a chance tonight,” Mark replied, “But I’m serious, don’t get her on her bad side or you’ll pay for it.”

Jackson didn’t seem to even hear him out, his mouth had dropped open a little as he watched he bend down to pick something up from the floor. His eyes were glued to her ass as it stuck out in front of him.

“I don’t care if she’s the devil, I’d love to bend her over and make her mine tonight,” he said, feeling the effects of the **** hitting him.

Mark shook his head, laughing to himself as Jackson composed himself at the table. He still had to be honest, he’d even get a little jealous hearing him bang Miranda tonight. As much as he didn’t get a long with her, it didn’t change the fact that she was an A+ stunner.

Remembering a conversation he had with her before the end of last semester, Mark did feel like she was a much better person underneath all that passion and aggression.

“Before I forget, when’s your next training session for football?” he asked Mark.

“Next Monday,” he said, remembering that he had to be fit and ready to go next week for the remainder of the season.

Jackson nodded, an excited look in his eyes, “Good. I’ll be there… man it’s going to be good to be playing together, never thought you’d be into foot…”

He stopped mid-sentence, his train of thought ruined by who had just walked past their booth. Miranda strolled right past them, not even taking a glance inside the booth, her large breasts grabbing his attention straight away.

Jackson reminded Mark of a kid in a candy shop. It’s not like he hadn’t been around cute girls before but at a new college, it was like having a plethora of new options all for him to explore.

“Why don’t you just go over and talk to her,” Mark told him.

His cousin nodded, fixing up his shirt and putting his hair back into place before finishing the rest of his drink. “Alright… I’m ready. Wish me luck.”

If he was getting into anything more than a casual hook up with Miranda, then maybe he did need luck…