Campus Confidential ch. 07 [M22/F22] [Fiction] [piv] [public] [oral] [van sex]

Before I could think of how to respond to Callin, she texted me again to say, "And there was rumors about you I heard on campus. Sneaking off with Laney. Gabby going into your van. Are you just doing these interviews to sleep with as many girls as you can?"

Knowing how Laney was with talking to Harper, I wasn't too surprised that more rumors had spread about me. I again didn't get a chance to respond before Callin sent me a third text.

"And if you are sleeping with as many as you can, why didn't you try to sleep with me?"

And quickly followed by a fourth.

"I'm not mad. Or jealous. A little curious, actually. Sorry for blowing up your phone."

That finally got me to laugh. I didn't see any reason to hide the truth from her so I said, "It's crazy how fast news spreads. Rumors too."

"So it's true?"

"Maggie? Yes. Wasn't my intention, but it seems to keep happening."

"How many other girls have you slept with?"

"Seven. It's crazy. I promise that I'm not doing it on purpose. Like, I did not set out to sleep with every girl I encounter."

"Sure. Obviously. It's fine, I wouldn't have slept with you anyway."

I laughed again as I read her text, my jaw dropping at her bluntness. "Dang! Way to break a guy's heart."

"It's nothing against you. I don't believe in one night stands or random hookups. Three dates, minimum."

"Hmm...so, when can I take you out on a first date?"

"ASAP, hopefully."

I continued to talk to Callin for the rest of the day, as I finished editing Anna's interview, got it uploaded and scheduled to publish, posted the first preview of it, and ate dinner. After dinner, I called Callin so we could continue talking as I started to drive to my next destination.

"So, where are you heading to first? Cause you're not going right to Texas, correct?"

"Nope, I'm going to Arkansas before heading to Texas."

"And then Nebraska afterward, right?"

"That would be ideal. I think I could make it happen," I replied back.

"I can't believe Oklahoma called you to interview Addison Fatta. Do you know how huge that is?"

"It's massive. Having somebody reach out to me? It means the interviews are doing what I hoped they would do. Reaching people and making a difference."

"I'm honored to have been a part of it."

As Callin kept me company over the phone as I drove, I couldn't help but be happy to have met her, and all thanks to this crazy idea I had.

I did take a break from driving, pulling off the road to a rest area halfway between Western Kentucky University and the University of Arkansas, sleeping most of the night before waking up the next day to continue my journey. The Maggie Mendelson interview went live that day and I was happy to see another jump in subscribers from it.

On the campus of the University of Arkansas, I interviewed Nyla Morabito, who had just transferred to Arkansas from Utah State. We spent a little bit of time talking about the transfer, and it once again left me wondering why people were leaving Utah. When the interview was done, I thanked Nyla for her time, wished her luck in the upcoming season, and spent the rest of the day editing the interview.

My next stop was in Norman, Oklahoma, home to the University of Oklahoma gymnastics team, who had won the national championship the last two years. I was shocked the week before to see an email from the school's athletic department, asking if I would like to interview one of their female athletes, and providing a list to choose from.

The list had about ten athletes, from their softball, soccer, basketball, gymnastics, and track and field teams. I asked Callin for her opinion, seeing if she knew any of the basketball players, and while she did, she suggested that I should pick Addison Fatta, from the gymnastics team.

And I had to admit that she was right. Addison had just finished her sophomore year, and finished the regular season fourth in the nation in all-around scores. She was incredibly popular and would hopefully bring a lot of eyes to the show.

The university set up a little recording spot for Addison and I inside their athletic facility and, after a brief tour of it, I sat down with the highly regarded gymnast for the interview. The questions covered all of the basics, her childhood, being recruited, how she picked Oklahoma, what it was like to win two straight national championships, and the pressure she felt moving forward.

I asked what impact her coach, K.J. Kindler, had been having on her life and career and really enjoyed her answer.

"Honestly, she's changed the way I look at pressure. Before college, pressure felt like something you tried to avoid. Coach Kindler taught me that pressure is actually a privilege. It means people believe in you. It means you're competing for something important. That's really changed my mindset, not just as a gymnast but as a person."

After the interview, Addison told me how excited she was to be on the show, and that several of her teammates were watching and listening. I thanked her for her time and wished her good luck, just like I had for Nyla.

It was only about a five-hour drive from Norman to Waco, Texas, and I had a few days before I was supposed to interview Reese Ross, so I hung out in Norman for the rest of the day. That night, I was going on a walk on a trail near the University of Oklahoma while talking to Callin on the phone.

After talking about the interview with Addison and how her day had gone, Callin surprised me by asking, "Can I ask you something without you getting defensive?" When I told her of course, she said, "I talked to a friend who knows another girl that you interviewed, and I guess there were rumors around campus afterwards that you two slept together. So, how many of these girls are you actually interested in, or is it just right place, right time?"

"Honestly, it's just been right place, right time. I wish I could explain it. I'm seriously not going into an interview thinking about how I can sleep with the girl. Hell, I didn't sleep with Nyla or Addison, and the thought never even crossed my mind."

"It didn't? Why not? After sleeping with all the girls you have, and knowing how cute you are, I would think you'd be thinking about every girl like that."

"Nope. I really am focused on just the interview and getting their stories out there. Promise."

"I believe you. For what it's worth, I don't think you're just running around the country, looking for girls to sleep with. You could have just done that in Miami, I bet."

"Thanks? I think?" I said with a little laugh.

There was a brief pause before Callin said, "Will you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"Don't make me look stupid for liking you. I can't and won't stop you from sleeping with anybody, but don't think I've forgotten about those three dates."

Callin's words stuck with me as I made the drive to Waco the next day. I did like her a lot but at the same time...I wasn't sure if I was ready to be in an exclusive relationship. I couldn't help but admit that the opportunity to sleep with the girls I was interviewing wasn't something I was ready to give up. I still wasn't setting out for it to happen, but my eyes were definitely more open to the possibilities.

I met up with Reese the day after I arrived in Waco, and right away, had a feeling that I was in trouble. I had seen her pictures on Instagram and watched her highlights. But seeing her in person, she was on another level.

Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, highlighting her youthful-looking face and soft features. Her face was fairly oval-shaped, with high cheeks, a small nose, and full lips. Her eyebrows matched her hair color, and between the smile she gave me, and a cheerful, energetic look, I was hooked.

Her athletic, toned build suggested that she spent a lot of time active, even when not playing basketball, with a lean frame, defined legs, and fit overall appearance. She had on a tight-fitting, dark blue, zip-up jacket, with matching shorts, and I had to draw my eyes away as every movement she made, highlighted just how hot she was.

We started the interview talking about her upbringing in South Dakota, being recruited to Utah, and her experiences there. I had warned Reese beforehand that I had wanted to spend some time on the transfer and why, and she was more than willing to talk about it.

"You know, I loved the fans, my teammates, the coaches...I would play a thousand more games in the Huntsman Center if I could. But, it was the culture of the state that really made me want a change," she said when I asked about it.

"Can you elaborate what you mean by that? Like the culture at the school?"

"No, not the school. The state. Everybody knows what reputation the state of Utah has. And it's true. I don't know how many times I'd go out, not fully dressed, and get dirty looks. Or the comments guys would make when they'd hit on me, find out I'm not their religion, then ignore me. Just, stuff like that. Being judged for listening to rap music while driving around."

"Do you think that's why there has been quite a few transfers from Utah this year? Not only from the University of Utah, but BYU and Utah State as well."

"I don't know. I can't speak for them. Could be NIL, playing time, who knows? But, from the second I've set foot on the campus of Baylor, I've felt more free than I've ever felt."

"And that, I can only imagine, will help tremendously when playing basketball."

"Yes, it will." She laughed a little before continuing, "As crazy as it sounds, knowing that I can go sleep with some guy the night before a game, and don't have to worry about some big time donor finding out about it and judging me, is such a relief."

"Did that happen?"

"Unfortunately," she said, making us both laugh. "Don't include that in the interview, OK? That's a bit much."

"Don't worry, I'll cut it out."

"I actually got a tattoo while playing for Utah that helped me out."

"You did? Of what?"

I watched as Reese unzipped her jacket and pulled her right arm out of the sleeves. She held it up, showing me a written tattoo that said, "This too shall pass."

"Oh, I thought maybe that was to remind you to pass the ball," I commented, making us both laugh.

As Reese put her arm back into her jacket sleeve, I couldn't help but notice that the white tank top she had underneath it did little to hide what was under it.

"No, I got it during my sophomore year when I was really struggling. None of this is going in the interview, right?" I told her it wasn't, and she continued, "I hooked up with this kid after a game one night. Spent the night at his house. Woke up the next morning to his professor dad yelling at me and calling my coach. Got suspended for half of a game. Really put me down. They tried to say it was because I broke curfew, but I know it was because I was having sex."

"I bet. Really sucks cause I'm sure if you were a guy, it wouldn't have happened."

"Right? Damn double standards. Although, I'm pretty sure that when I mentioned that to my coach, it didn't help."

"You really did?" I asked her, a little shocked.

Reese laughed as she answered, "Damn right. My coach told me I needed to start thinking about consequences. I told her I was twenty years old and that was literally all anybody ever talked to me about."

We both busted up laughing before composing ourselves and finishing the interview.

After wrapping the interview, Reese started asking me about my life, all the people I met, who had been the coolest and the funnest. Then she threw me off guard with her next question.

"So...have you dated or hooked up with any of the girls you've interviewed? I'm sure a good looking guy like you, interested in women's sports, you're probably drawing their eyes just as much as they're drawing yours."

I laughed and shook my head, giving her a smile before saying, "I've had a few conversations outside of the interviews that have been pretty interesting."

"I'm sure you have," she said, standing in front of me as I packed up my recording equipment. She had her arms folded across her chest, pulled the zipper down a bit, and asked, "Is this going to be one of those conversations?"

I looked up at the blonde beauty, amazed that she was suggesting what I thought she was suggesting. I thought about Callin and wondered what she would say. And as I watched Reese pull her zipper down a bit more, I said, "It definitely can be if you want it to be."

"How big is your van?"

"Big enough," I told her, thinking of when Gabby joined me in the van.

A few minutes later, after leaving the Baylor University athletic facility together, I opened up the passenger door for Reese to climb into the van and went to the driver's side. As I started the van, I asked her, "So, I'm guessing doing it here in this parking lot wouldn't be a good idea? Even as free as you feel here."

Reese unzipped her jacket fully and pulled it off, giving me a good view of her hard nipples through the white tank top underneath, she started to give me directions where to go. As she directed me around campus, she said, "This is a lot easier at night."

We ended up in a parking lot near the school of law building, joining a few cars in it, but parking towards the back next to a grove of trees. I let Reese climb into the back of the van first, getting a close-up view of her ass as she went past me. When I joined her in the back, she was looking around it and said, "This is pretty nice. Cleaner than I thought it would be."

"I'm in it so much, I couldn't stand it being dirty. Plus, I never know when a hot woman is going to want a tour."

"Has that happened a lot?"

"Once or twice," I said with a shrug and a smile.

"Sure."

"What?"

"Nothing. Just wondering how many girls have gotten the official van tour."

"You're assuming there have been others."

"I'm assuming correctly."

She sat down on the bed, her long legs going down it and she leaned into me as I joined her, letting our lips meet in a full embrace. While her hand went right to my groin, rubbing my growing cock through my pants, I placed my hand on one of her breasts, squeezing it over and over.

She quickly had my pants undone and was pulling my cock out of my boxers, wrapping her hand around it and stroking up and down. At the same time, I pulled her tank top up, cupping and squeezing her bare breasts. When Reese moaned into my mouth, I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples, moving my hands between the two.

"I don't know when classes end here but I don't know if they want to see a van rocking. Somebody might get curious," Reese said as she ended the kiss and started to pull me on top of her.

Reese let go of my cock and started to pull her shorts down as I leaned down and gave each of her nipples a lick with my tongue and sucked them into my mouth briefly. She kicked her shorts down her legs, then grabbed onto my cock again, guiding it into her pussy.

She let go of my cock as I took over pushing deep inside, listening to her moan as she wrapped her legs around my legs. I gave her a quick kiss as I started rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her. "Yes. Yes. Yes," Reese moaned softly, right into my ear, as I worked up to a hard and fast pace.

I could feel the van rocking as we fucked, Reese starting to roll her hips, meeting me as I moved myself back and forth. I hadn't even thought to ask about a condom, just enjoying the feeling of being inside her, and the way her pussy lips gripped my cock.

"Harder. Faster. Fuck me!"

I pushed myself up a bit, grabbing onto a shelf above her, and using it to support myself as I slammed into her over and over. She tightened her legs around my waist, moving them with my body but never letting me get too far away.

I looked around for a second, noticing that none of the curtains were closed. I had a slight tint on them, but probably not enough to hide what was happening. I looked down at Reese, with her tank top pushed up to her neck, her small breasts bouncing with every push of my cock, and her tight, toned stomach below them.

"I'm going to cum," I managed to warn her as I felt my orgasm building up.

"Fuck," she said, her eyes briefly opening to look up at me and her legs staying clamped shut around my waist.

I let out a deep moan as I reached my climax, planting my feet on the bed to push myself forward, burying my cock inside Reese as cum shot out the end of my cock.

"Fuck," I moaned, feeling my cock pulsing inside her.

Reese reached up, wrapping her long arms around my neck and pulling me down to kiss her as I slowly rocked back and forth, pumping every bit I could into her.

When my orgasm was done, I slowly pulled out of Reese as she unwrapped her legs from me. We kept kissing as I rolled off her and we cuddled together.

"If you're not in a hurry to get somewhere, I know of a great spot we can get some dinner out and maybe continue this when it's not so bright outside?" she said as our kiss slowly faded and I held her close to my body.

After dinner, Reese showed me a little around town before we stopped next to Lake Waco, where I had already planned to settle for the night. We went on a quick hike around the lake before we closed the curtains in the van and laid back down on the bed.

We were able to take our time this go around, spending lots of time kissing, slowly stripping off our clothes, and pleasing each other. I gave her an orgasm with my mouth, she blew me for a few minutes, and I spent plenty of time with her breasts.

As we fucked, we changed positions a few times, with her starting on top, me going on top, trying doggy style but it not working as well, before finishing with me on top.

Reese stayed for a little while before I dropped her off at her apartment, promising to send her the edited interview in a day or so. Lying in my bed after I got back to my parking spot at Lake Waco, I was scrolling through my phone, attempting to get what had just happened and the consequences of it out of my mind.

I knew she was asleep, but I felt like I had to text Callin. "I think I just made things complicated."