Monday

It was a beautiful fall morning at Heathrow. Mark crossed the sun-drenched campus quad with the swagger of someone who’d spent all weekend getting laid. His earbuds pumped music into his ears, but even that couldn’t drown out the hum of attention that followed him.

He passed a trio of girls in matching black leggings, their sleek ponytails bouncing in unison. One of them, a redhead with a mischievous smile, gave him a slow once-over, then leaned into her friend to whisper something. Laughter followed. Mark didn’t to hear the words, but he knew the look. It was a look usually reserved for people like Brad, the starting quarterback.

He walked another half block and passed a group of sorority girls tanning on a blanket. They were in full college barbie attire, pink bikini tops, pink sunglasses, pink shorts, pink nails and dyed blonde hair. "Nice touchdown Rodgers!" one of the girls shouted as he walked passed. Mark waved but kept walking, not quiet brave enough to go over and talk to them yet. Yeah. He could get used to this, he thought to himself.

He eventually lost count of the number of looks he got from the girls of Heathrow, eventually wondering if it was all in his head. It seemed like even more attention than a football player would normally get. He thought back to his conversation he'd had with Jess that weekend. She explained to him that women would subconsciously detect and respond to the pheromones of other women on a man and that the more girls that fucked him the more other girls would be drawn to him. It sounded crazy to Mark at the time but with all the looks he was getting he was starting to wonder if it was true.

Mark arrived at his lecture hall, but before he could walk in a girl ran up to him and gave him a hug. Looking down at her he saw that it was Kayla, the blonde freshman with fake tits that he and Winter had a threesome with a few weeks back.

“Hey Mark! Great to see you! You didn’t tell me you were on the football team! That so fucking cool!” She said quickly, as if trying to get all the words out.

“Yeah well it kinda just happened.” He replied.

“Cute and modest.” She said stroking his chest. “I think you’re gonna be the MVP this season.”

“Thanks Kalya” Mark gave her a once over checking her out. She was in a floral sundress which her fake breast were spilling out of. The dress came down just long enough to be appropriate for class but still showed of acres of her toned, tanned 18-year-old legs.

Kayla still stood close to him. She smiled as she noticed his wandering eyes. She then poked him in the chest hard. “You mister, never called me. And after all that stuff I did, and like your girlfriend was there too. It was pretty fucking hot.”

Mark thought for a moment. “Oh yeah you were great Kayla. Have definitely been thinking about it.” Really he hadn’t thought about it much and had been busy having more wild sex. “I would have texted to hang out again but you didn’t give me your number .”

“Fuck I’m such a dumb slut” Kayla said jokingly slapping her forehead. “Here give me your phone and I’ll put it in.” Mark did and she typed it in.

“Send me a selfie of yourself I can use as the contact photo. Make it a good one.” Mark said with a confident smile.

“Sure thing stud. Hey are you doing anything right now?” Kayla asked.

Mark considered whether to skip class to fuck this little freshman slut again but decided against it. He needed to stay up in classes as a football player plus it was best not to be too eager or available with girls.

“I got class right now gorgeous but will text you another time.”

“Okay got you. Hey do you have time to at least meet some of my friends before you go?” Kayla asked gesturing to a group of girls Mark hadn’t noticed standing across the quad.