Student Union Seduction

Freshers' week was controlled chaos. Drunk eighteen-year-olds, aggressive society recruiters, and the kind of unearned confidence that only new students possess.

I was a third-year. I'd seen it all. I was there for the cheap drinks and the nostalgia.

She caught my eye at the bar—obviously a fresher, obviously overwhelmed, obviously fit. Thick, curves barely contained by a too-small dress, dark skin glowing under the club lights.

"You look lost," I said.

"That obvious?"

"Very. First week?"

"First night." She looked around at the chaos. "Is it always like this?"

"Only during freshers'. Then it's just regular shit."

"Comforting." She managed a smile. "I'm Destiny."

"Tyler. Third-year."

"Third-year? So you're basically ancient."

"Basically. But I know where the good drinks are. And the quiet spots. If you need a break from—" I gestured at the sweaty, screaming crowd. "This."

"God, yes. Please."

The "quiet spot" was a rooftop terrace that officially didn't allow students but that security never checked.

"This is amazing," Destiny said, looking at the city lights. "How did you find this?"

"Three years of exploration. And one incident with a fire escape."

"Mystery man." She sat down, dangling her legs over the edge. "So. Tyler. Why are you taking pity on a confused fresher?"

"You looked like you needed rescuing."

"And you're the hero type?"

"Sometimes." I sat next to her. "Also, you're fit. That helped."

She laughed—surprised, genuine. "Points for honesty."

"Only way I know how to be."

"I like that." She was quiet for a moment. "Want to know a secret?"

"Always."

"I was hoping someone would rescue me." She looked at me. "Specifically someone fit. And older. Who knows what they're doing."

"What makes you think I know what I'm doing?"

"You found this place." She moved closer. "That suggests competence."

The rooftop wasn't exactly comfortable, but neither of us cared.

She kissed me first—eager, inexperienced, exactly what you'd expect from a fresher. I took control, showed her how to slow down.

"Teach me," she breathed. "Show me how this works."

"Happy to."

I laid her back against the cool concrete, kissed down her body. Her dress was easy to push aside.

"Anyone ever done this before?" I asked.

"Not properly."

"Let me fix that."

I showed her exactly what she'd been missing. Her moans echoed across the empty rooftop.

"Oh fuck—yes—there—"

She came on my tongue, shaking. Then pulled me up.

"More. Want to feel you."

"Condom?"

"In my bag. I was optimistic."

She was tight, gasping as I pushed inside. I went slow, letting her adjust.

"Move—please—"

I did—gently, then harder as she urged me on. The rooftop, the city lights, the risk of discovery—it all made everything more intense.

"Close—again—"

She came twice more before I finished. We lay there, looking at the stars.

"Well," Destiny said. "Best freshers' night ever."

"Glad I could help."

"Help?" She laughed. "You've set unrealistic expectations for the next three years."

"You're welcome."

She kissed me. "Can I have your number? For... guidance purposes?"

"Guidance?"

"Academic support." She grinned. "Among other things."

I gave her my number, walked her back to her halls.

She texted me ten minutes later. "Same rooftop tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

Best freshers' week of my life.