Merida had flaming red hair, freckles, and from the blush on her cheeks, it was clear she was feeling what I was feeling. I had no idea what was going on with me, but suddenly, I was as hard as I rock.


    But Merida and I were alone for a second, out in the open, near a big chalky white cliff, next to some petroglyphs. Behind us were thirty of our classmates, the professor, and the fat bus driver.


    Merida and I had made it to the cliffs first, for whatever reason, and we were the first to feel that strange energy in the air. The sky was a fierce blue as the sun baked the cliffs around us. The juniper bushes drooped, while the insects inside of them clicked away. It was so hot. In all kinds of ways.


    Merida was gorgeous, and we were friends, kind of. We shared our notes and talked about the class, mostly. She had a boyfriend. Besides, there was someone else in the class I wanted. Not that I could ever have her, though. She’d made that clear.


    Merida and I stared at each other. Her nipples were sticking out from her tight blouse.


    “Are you feeling that?” she asked in a breathy voice.


    “Yeah.” I had to adjust my pants.


    Her eyes went to my crotch.


    Our little moment was interrupted as the rest of the class joined us.


    Professor Kroft started her lecture. “The petroglyphs here are eight thousand years old. We can only guess their original meaning, though you’ll notice the Kokopelli, the goddess, playing her flute. We think that in this case, it might have been warning to avoid this entire area. She is like the pied piper, from European folklore…”


    Her voice droned on.


    There were only two good things about the anthropology class I was taking at Colorado Mesa University. One was Professor Kroft, who was beautiful— olive-colored skin, curly black hair, and sparkling brown eyes that made her seem younger than forty. The other was the fact that it was one class closer to graduating. I was so ready to get the fuck out of there.


    I didn’t fit in. I didn’t have many friends. It was a waste of money.


    I figured I would end up like my father, working as a general contractor, but unlike him, I wanted to actually save my money, and that meant a degree in business and accounting.


    I stepped closer to Merida. She smelled so good; I wanted to grab her and kiss her.


    She leaned closer to me, and her hand brushed mine.


    Her nipples were so hard.


    Everyone seemed to be listening to Professor Kroft except for me and Merida. We were both very distracted. Her hand brushed mine again, but this time, she let it linger there.


    Her skin felt so good.


    I glanced over to see Billie Lynn Kidd watching Merida and me.


    Yes, her parents hated her. They named her Billie Kidd. Well, she did break hearts like a gunslinger, so maybe it was a good name.


    I’d fallen head over in heels with Billie, and I thought she might feel the same, but no. The second she found out I wasn’t a football player, she’d made it clear she wasn’t interested. She went from warm and giggly to cold and hateful in seconds.


    And yet, she was watching me and Merida with a look of jealously on her eyes.


    Merida finally took my hand. Her palm was sweaty, but I didn’t mind. She led me away from the class, down a game trail between two junipers.


    The minute we were away from the rest of the class, Merida whirled on me.


    I felt sweat drip down the side of my face. I was boiling hot, and my cock was like iron in my pants. The sound of the insects buzzing seemed to increase.


    That didn’t matter because suddenly, Merida was unbuttoning her blouse and then pulling down her bra. “Take off your shirt, Sid. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t think straight. Let’s just do this really quick and then get back.”


    My brain wasn’t working so well.


    Things like this didn’t happen, not to guys like me.


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    I took off my shirt, though I was struggling to think. “Wait, Merida. Something is going on. Maybe something with the petroglyphs.”


    “Don’t fucking care about the petroglyphs. Just kiss me.”


    Then she stepped into my arms.


    Her naked breasts were pushing up against my chest. I was smelling her perfume and her sweaty body, and suddenly, I felt her straddling my leg, pushing her center against my thigh.


    Her mouth found mine. We went from kissing with our lips to kissing with our tongues in seconds.


    I couldn’t believe that the boring field trip had turned into me French kissing the cute redhead in my anthropology class. Her lips were soft and wet, and she smelled so good. She moaned as she grinded her clit on my leg. She sucked on my tongue as we both tried to breathe. My heart felt like it would explode out of my chest.


    Even without our wet kissing, our faces were drenched in sweat. Why was it so hot?


    Then I remembered the boyfriend. I didn’t want this girl to hate herself for losing control.


    I took hold of her soft red hair. “Wait. Merida. You have a boyfriend, right? What would he think of this?” My cock was telling me I was an idiot. But I wasn’t someone who took advantage of other people.


    She gulped in a breath. “I lied about having a boyfriend. I didn’t like you like that, Sid, until, uh, five minutes ago. Now I want you to fuck me.”


    Was I hurt? A little.


    Was I going to do what she wanted?


    Fuck yeah, I was.


    “Okay, Merida. But you can’t be loud. I think Billie saw us come back here.”


    Merida smiled, green eyes twinkling. “I’d fuck her too. She’s fucking hot in a bitchy cheerleader-y kind of way.”


    That pretty much summed up Billie—blonde, into CrossFit, and only interested in football players at the local university, not even a Division One team. She needed to aim higher.


    Now that I knew Merida wasn’t attached, I pushed her up against the cliff and French kissed her again, forcing my tongue into her mouth. I had one hand in her shorts, cupping her squishy ass, while the other squeezed her tits. Her big nipple pushed against my palm.


    I had to stop kissing her suck on her tit, hard, while pulling on her other nipple.


    She moaned again. “Yes, Sid, be fucking rough with me. I’ve never felt like this. It’s like…it’s like I’m possessed.”


    I wasn’t sure if Kokopelli was a fertility goddess, but I didn’t care. I was possessed too.


    Then I was on my knees, pulling down her shorts and panties.


    She had shaved her pussy, and her lips were a bright pink.


    Merida was horny. Her juices had painted the inside of her thighs.


    I bent and licked them up, smelling her, and then tasting her.


    I’d fantasized about her, like I’d fantasized about Billie and Professor Kroft. I never would’ve thought I would find myself in the desert sucking on her clit.


    But it wasn’t enough for Merida.


    She turned around, naked from the waist down, except for her sandals.


    She bent over, so I could see her girl cum leaking down from her open hole. Her asshole was as pink as her lips.


    Then, I was behind her, with my jeans around my ankles.


    I sank my cock into her.


    “Oh, fuck, you’re big,” she gasped. “I didn’t think Sid Marshall would have such a big, fucking cock.”


    Normally, I would’ve paused to enjoy the praise.


    But I was too far gone.


    I slammed into her, into her depths, which were so soft, so warm, so wet. Her juices soaked my groin, my thighs, my balls. Sure, I’d had sex a few times before, but I’d never been with someone so wet and horny. Those other girls soon tossed me aside, for whatever reason. I was so unlucky in love that I should’ve moved to Vegas.


    Every thrust felt better and better. Every single cell in my cock was alive and tingling. She seemed to get wetter and tighter as she thrusted back into me.


    It was clear she didn’t care if I got her pregnant. Maybe she wanted me to. But I wasn’t going to stop until I filled her.


    My legs were screaming, and I was sweating gallons. The sun seemed to get hotter as we fucked. I loved how every part of her smelled, no matter how musky, and she was so pretty, her long red hair bouncing.


    She yelped every time I went deep. We were being loud, I knew, but I couldn’t help but lose control.


    I pounded her, harder, harder, harder, until she literally screamed, “Fuck my pussy, Sid! Fuck my pussy!”


    I heard Professor Kroft go silent, and I heard giggles and laughter.


    We were going to get caught, probably expelled, and of course, there was the public humiliation. I would probably be okay. For Merida, it would be different.


    I felt her come on me, her tight tunnel clasping me, squeezing me, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt.


    There was no way I could hold back.


    I grabbed her full hips, hard, staring down at the perfectly white skin of her ass.


    Then I was coming in her.


    And she could feel it. “Yes,” she hissed. “Fill me up, Sid. Fill me up with your horny fucking cum.”


    If I hadn’t already been in mid-orgasm, that would have done it for sure.


    My head filled with bliss as I filled her. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and yes, I might have transfer, or at least take the rest of my credits online, but it was worth it.


    It was this perfect feeling, and I couldn’t help but continue to thrust into her until I had blown my entire load.


    “Sid Marshall!” Professor Kroft stood there, with Billie, who had her hand up to cover her perfectly made-up face.


    Somehow, I wasn’t all that ashamed. Fuck it. It was only college. “Sorry, Professor, but that Kokopelli is one crazy bitch. I blame her.”


    Merida, though, suddenly was running from us. She scooped up her shorts and disappeared into the Juniper.


    I have to wonder how things might’ve changed if Merida hadn’t stayed where she was.


    Professor Kroft was squinting at me, probably trying to figure out what to do with me.


    Billie, though, suddenly went blank. It was like all the emotions had gone out of her face.


    She pointed and said something, but I couldn’t hear what it was. A vicious wind suddenly blew into me, filling the entire world with a roar. Thunder followed, breaking my ear drums.


    I breathed in, and the air burned the inside of my nose, it was so hot.


    Turning, I saw what Billie was pointing at.


    A boiling wall of dark swirling clouds, filled with lightning, racing toward us. Any normal storm would’ve brought cold, but not this one. The heat was unbearable.


    The storm cut across the landscape, heading right toward us. The black wall of clouds reached from the ground to sky, sucking in all light.


    The storm hit me first, and I remembered thinking I should pull up my pants.


    The strange energy storm did reach Professor KROFT and Billie, but I didn’t know that at the time. I was too busy being incinerated by the lightning.


    I think I was killed, but I’m not sure.


    For whatever reason, I entered K’Shaul alone.