# Mud. Chapter 4

Author: Samuel Rembrandt
Tags: Abs, College, Human, Kissing, M/F, Mud, Muscle, Werewolf, dinner

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Leave my camera at home. Camera left at the dorm. A night without the camera. "No matter how you say it, it's terrible." I complained to myself, staring at the full-body mirror I'd mounted against the wall. I looked nice, I suppose. My neck and chest felt so naked without my camera, though, and I attempted a remedy through putting on a thin, silver necklace-it didn't work. With an animated sigh I stomped my high-heel clad foot, turning around to open my dorm and step out into the hall, a little wobbly in the unfamiliar clothing. I was a jeans and t-shirt gal, most certainly not a red dress and high heels kind of person. Still, though, my form was accentuated (not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I thought I looked pretty good), which made my quite small breasts just a little more impressive. When I wore a t-shirt they were hardly visible, but I liked the lumps visible with this spaghetti-strap dress. I looked around the cold, rubbing my hands up and down my upper arms to try and keep myself warm. "Fuck! It's so cold!" I complained aloud, looking around in the dusk for the boy that was supposed to take me out. 'The same one you're doing your exposé&nbsp; on, mind you.' My mind chided bitterly, making me bite my lip.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What a filthy mouth." I jumped at his voice, unused to the sound of it coming from somewhere that I couldn't see. He appeared from nowhere, seemingly, and I swiveled to look at his form, reserved and quiet. "So, I guess we'll go? It's a place only a few minutes from here, a little café." He said. I nodded, beginning to walk in front of him towards the driveway of the university.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You gonna drive me, ah?" I asked with a grin, looking back at him. I was surprised when I got a 'no' as an answer.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't have a car. If you want me to drive you I'll have to use yours. So we'll walk." He mumbled, and I blinked. No car? He had to be here on a scholarship, then, if he didn't have the money to get himself a vehicle. "That a problem?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Not at all." I responded with a small smile, watching as he took the lead and turned left down the road, beginning to walk. For just a moment I thought he was taking me to that bar, but at this point I hardly cared. I was looking him over and I noticed the semi-formal shirt he wore really accentuated the muscles more than the baggy stuff he normally wore. I liked it. I had to take almost two steps to keep up with one of his long strides, and for some reason the silence between us didn't bother me. I mentally snorted as my mind warned me not to fall for him, convincing myself that this was purely business. &nbsp;'Famous last words.' My mind grunted, earning a mental smack. I was half-lost in thought as he walked, I probably wouldn't be a very good conversationalist, anyway. I walked to the door, about to pull it open when his tanned flesh closed around the handle and pulled it open for me. A country boy? Perhaps, or just a good person. Either way, I thought it was cute; I watched as he walked off to get us a table, motioning for me to follow once he did. I took a seat before he did, pulling my own chair out, thank you very much. "Nice little place." I commented, picking up a menu and absentmindedly flipping through it.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah. S'not too bad, eh?" He responded with a smile, and I stared at those teeth of his again. They were big. I found some perverse attraction to them, wanted to see them in action as he ate. Perhaps Canada wasn't too bad of a place. I didn't respond until our waiter came, too busy scanning over the many dishes and trying to pick something out that wouldn't make me look like a pig as I ate.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'll have the chicken pasta, thanks." I said, handing the apron-wearing server my menu. Sam ordered some kind of pasta as well and I turned, feeling myself switch into reporter mode. "So! Where're you from?" I asked, smiling. He turned to me and smiled back, though it looked like he was a bit suspicious of me. 'With good reason.'

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "French Canada. Dundee, Quebec." He said quietly. "Yes, I speak French, and no, it's not the romantic Parisian kind, and no, I won't speak it right here." He said, answering three of my questions right in a row. "I'm here on a scholarship for writing." He continued, my head shaking just a little bit. I didn't need to even ask any questions, he'd tell me everything I needed to know.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Cool, cool. I'm a native Mainer, born and rasied." I said with a little grin, the boy nodding. "What do you write?" I asked, tilting my head.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Odd little things. Poetry, prose, nothing really specific." He replied, though I found myself staring over his form. There was something I couldn't quite pinpoint about him that was against the norm, and this thing was very attractive. We didn't talk until the food came and I found that I was smiling like a fond lover as he swiftly devoured his food, watching with genuine interest as those teeth cleaved through the chicken in his food like it was melted butter.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Listen...I'm sorry about snapping at you before." I was surprised as we walked back to the university and heard his apology. "I'm not good wit hother people, really, and I can get a little aggressive sometimes." He said quietly, and I found my eyes fixed to his downcast ones. They were glowing gently in the deepening dark, and I felt like I could stare into them and somehow get hypnotized. "Forgive me?" He asked playfully, turning and giving an actual smile.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Mmm. Yes." I giggled, patting the man on the stomach with one of my hands. I could feel the hard abs beneath the fabric and I gave a little, greedy feel over the things. I heard him grunt quietly, rationalizing that it was simple surprise and nothing more. I giggled and wrapped an arm around his back after I pulled back, feeling his torso rise up and down with his breathing. 'No! No! Pull away, right now!' My mind demanded angrily. I disobeyed and saw the lights of the dorm ahead, clutching his muscled form close to my own. When we finally reached it I stood in front of the glass doors to the building, twisting smoothly over to his front and looking up at his face. "Heh. I had a really good time, Sam." I murmured, placing a hand on his stomach again, spreading my fingers over his navel. I really didn't care if people saw me, which was quite strange. They were mostly asleep, probably. I felt the warmth of his body clench beneath my fingers, biting my lip as I sucked a gust of breath in from between my glossed lips, full and warm. I stood up on my tip-toes, helped out a bit by the heels and approaching his face.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I gave him a quick peck on the jaw and then turned crisply, walking back to my dorm with sharp clicks from my heels on the linoleum tile. I walked inside and closed the door, asking sure to lock it and lying down on my bed with wide open eyes.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What had I done? I had to end it. I had to end it before I didn't want to end it anymore.

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