Monday - The afterglow

Monday morning felt sluggish for Kalvin. The halls of the buildings were filled with the usual rush of students, but his eyes were darting everywhere, searching for a flash of blonde hair. He hadn’t heard from Nikki all weekend—no texts, no calls—and the silence had been driving his imagination into overdrive.

He finally spotted her near the library entrance. She was moving with a strange, deliberate grace, her gait slightly wide and tentative. There was a faint, lingering flush on her cheeks that hadn't been there on Friday.

"Nikki!" Kalvin called out, his voice cracking slightly.

Nikki turned, her blue eyes bright, a dreamy, distant smile playing on her plump lips. She leaned against the brick wall as if her legs were still struggling to support her weight.

"Hey, Kalvin," she breathed, her voice softer than usual.

"How was the lake house?" Kalvin asked, his heart beat getting faster. He gripped his backpack straps, waiting for the details.

Nikki just shifted, her expression softening into a shy, secret grin. "It was... different. Really different, Kalvin." She didn't offer anything else, just a small, satisfied sigh as she adjusted her bag.

Before Kalvin could press her, the heavy thud of footsteps approached from behind. Marcus stepped into the space, his massive presence instantly dwarfing them both. He looked impeccable, his dark skin glowing in the morning light, his smile easy and radiating warmth.

Without a word, Marcus reached out, his large hand cupping Nikki’s bubble butt firmly.

Nikki let out a sharp, involuntary wince, her knees buckling just a fraction. She leaned into Marcus, her hand instinctively resting on his muscular forearm. "Careful, Marcus," she whispered, her voice a breathy tremor. "Still... very sore."

Kalvin felt the air leave his lungs. His gaze locked onto the way Marcus’s fingers pressed into her curves, the way she winced—not from pain, but from the raw, tender reality of hours spent being utterly claimed. A jolt of electric heat surged through Kalvin’s blood, traveling straight to his groin. He felt his tiny dicklett twitch against his zipper, hardening instantly.

Marcus chuckled, a low, rich sound, and pulled Nikki into a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity. He eventually pulled back, his eyes catching Kalvin’s for a fleeting second. Marcus didn't say a word about the logistics, but there was a knowing, possessive glint in his eyes—a silent confirmation of a weekend spent exploring every inch of her.

"Dont worry. She’s been very well taken care of all weekend," Marcus remarked, his voice smooth as velvet as he pulled Nikki closer to his side.

Kalvin watched them walk toward the quad, his jaw tight. He waited until they were out of sight before turning and practically sprinting back to his dorm room.

He didn't even bother locking the door, throwing himself onto his bed and ripping his jeans open. His heart was racing, his mind flooded with the image of Nikki walking tenderly, bruised and satisfied from Marcus’s fucking. He reached down, his fingers fumbling with his tiny, stunted member.

As he stroked his sad little dicklett, he imagined Marcus's massive frame looming over Nikki. The way she must have looked beneath him, her large, erect nipples brushing against his muscled chest. The mental image of Nikki's pussy—still loose and aching from being filled and stretched—sent a wave of pleasure through him that made him gasp.

He jerked his hand faster, his eyes shut tight, fantasizing about being a fly on the wall, the silent observer of their carnal fucking. He climaxed in a sharp, frantic burst. Then again,and again. His microscopic member reddened and sensitive, pushed to it's absolute limit.

Exhaustion finally claimed him. He drifted off to sleep, his hand still clamped firmly around his tiny, limp dick, his dreams filled with the echo of Nikki’s soft, sore moans.