Sharing Sherri


 
 
 
 Sharing Sherri
 
 
 
 
 TEAGAN WELLS
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Contents
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 3
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 4
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Newsletter Sign Up
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Leave Some Love
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Letter from the Author
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Also By Teagan Wells
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Sneak Peek
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Love Ablaze
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 “G
 ross. This hallway stinks of ball sweat,” I grumble as I close my door.
 There’s not much about living in college dorms that I enjoy. The shared bathrooms, the loud hallways, music that keeps me up at night, and the stench of burning popcorn are the bane of my damn existence. But living on campus allows me one perk: the constant access to Derek.
 Every time I think I’ve had enough of the coeds puking in sinks or fucking in common rooms, I remind myself how little I’m in this building anyway. Most of the time I’m at my boyfriend’s apartment with its clean kitchen, lack of stench, and the bonus of his shy but incredibly sexy roommate.
 I would never define myself as a codependent woman, but when your boyfriend wants you around and his place is that nice, you don’t fight it. The constant access to his hot self doesn’t hurt either. That’s what happens when someone doesn’t judge you for your specific sexual tastes. Not only does he accept them, but he takes pleasure in exploring them with me.
 After my last boyfriend labeled me a sexual deviant and spread crap about me across campus, I count myself lucky to have found Derek. Sure, most of my ex’s stories had been true, but it’s still shitty to shame anyone for their desires. Derek approached me like I was a cornered animal- with caution. He was open-minded and wanted me to know I was safe with him. Not once did he fetishize me, and it was clear he was interested in me for much more than my tastes in the bedroom.
 If only men understood the power that gave them. If they weren’t so threatened by a woman who knew what she wanted sexually, the rewards, oh man, they were many. My class passes quickly when you love the topic. Psychology thrills me, plus my professor is an absolute smoke show. At least my ex never found out about me fucking him when he was still a TA on campus.
 Josh throws me a smile as I leave the lecture hall, and my fingers release the strap of my bag to wave at him. I turn away before I get any ideas, because damn it, he still looks good. If things had been different, I might still be with him, but we’d ended things for a good reason. The man deserved to pursue his career without fear of being fired. I bite my lip remembering just how hot it was sneaking around with him, though.
 As I stare across the cafeteria, all thoughts of my Abnormal Psychology, and Josh, leave my mind and Derek fills it. I shouldn’t be so hungry for him, we fucked this morning, but my whole body tingles when I see him. By the time I reach his table, my cheeks are flushed. When Derek looks up from a conversation with his roommate and notices, he quirks an eyebrow.
 “Whatcha thinking about?” he asks.
 I slide into the empty seat next to him and slip my hand under the table to stroke his upper thigh. “Oh, you know,” I answer.
 Derek leans over and give me a chaste kiss hello. I watch his eyes grow heavy as my hand creeps further north and settles on his cock. I stroke him slowly while turning to address Colin.
 “How’s soccer, Col?” I ask with sincere interest.
 Colin’s eyes shift from my moving arm to my face, a red blush creeping into his cheeks. “Uh…um…good I think,” he says, finally meeting my eyes.
 I continue my torture of Derek, gliding along his hard shaft through the denim of his pants before coming to the crown and squeezing firmly. I smile at Derek’s bit off curse and bring Colin’s eyes back to my face by asking him about the talent in the freshman class.
 He stammers before answering, “Uh, yeah I guess. There’s this one kid that’s fast as shit.” Once he gets started talking about his sport, Colin is in his element. He rambles on and pays no attention to my manipulation of Derek’s cock as he talks about the new forward and their chances at regionals.
 My boyfriend’s hand comes down hard on my wrist and I bite back a yelp. For a second, I think he might make me stop, but he is well past that point by now. We both know how this is going to end. I take pity on him, stopping to unzip his fly and deftly maneuver my hand through the gap in his boxers and take him into my hand.
 Just the warmth of my palm on his flesh is enough to have him stiffening and gritting his teeth. He won’t last long, which is fine. We are both into public displays, but neither of us are big on getting caught. Graduating is more important than getting off, but he’s sitting against a wall, and my body is shielding him from the rest of the room.
 “So, is coach going to switch up lines this year, or will you be on left wing?” I ask Colin, making sure he stays engaged in the conversation