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The Old College Triad
The Old College Triad
The Old College Triad
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The Old College Triad

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When best friends Thomas and Duncan meet Claire on her way to a secret biology department distilling contest, sparks begin to fly. But while Thomas moves in quickly, Claire has other ideas for the three of them. When a serious miscommunication lands her in hot water, everything teeters on the brink of disaster.
Funny, kinky, and romantic, The Old College Triad is the three-way love story your mother never warned you about.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 26, 2020
ISBN9781094407869
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Guy New York

Guy New York is a bestselling erotica author, designer, and degenerate who spends most of his time either writing about sex or having it. Sometimes he does both at the same time, much to the chagrin of his partners. With more than 75 titles to his name — including four full-length novels, ten novellas, and numerous short stories — his books have been widely read and often burned. Visit his author site at www.guynewyork.com.

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    The Old College Triad - Guy New York

    Chapter 1: Drunk on a Friday

    Thomas and Duncan were drunk.

    It was a Friday night, they were in college, and they had already finished their papers that were due Monday morning. Their only responsibilities now included staying awake, finding someone to flirt with, and maintaining reasonable boundaries as they wobbled between drunk enough to try and too drunk to follow through.

    Why is there never anything to do? Duncan asked, his arm around his best friend’s shoulder.

    Maybe because we chose to go to a school in the middle of nowhere instead of a vibrant college town with local girls interested in nerdy boys, and –– heaven forbid –– the occasional party?

    That sounds terrible. I like it here; I’m just bored. And since you never want to make out with me, I feel compelled to continue the search for the proverbial one-night stand.

    The young men were standing in the middle of the quad, each with a pint bottle hidden in their jackets, looking as if something might magically appear out of nowhere and call to them. If they had been sober enough to think it through, they might have agreed that they needed some divine intervention to unstick their Friday evening. Instead, they held on to one another, their youthful optimism still steady despite their complete and utter lack of direction.

    We could go to the football game, Thomas suggested.

    Or we could go to the classical concert in Keller, Duncan countered, only half-joking. Early in high school, Duncan had discovered that certain girls who played the cello were rather friendly once you got to know them, and that boys who played the trombone not only had good hands, but often firm lips as well.

    Both of them shook their heads at the other’s suggestion, and they continued walking the circle, looking up at the dorms that surrounded their campus center. Miller was quiet, which wasn’t a surprise. Kingston had lights on and some movement through the windows, but most likely its inhabitants were busy studying rather than groping one another in twin beds. The students who lived in Ballard were all home for the weekend visiting the high school girlfriends they’d left behind.

    Which left Troy.

    While their small Midwestern college didn’t have anything in the way of Greek life, large parties were strongly discouraged by the administration, and alcohol was not allowed on campus, Troy was nevertheless the most likely dorm to host a secret toga party, a cockroach race, an indoor mud-wrestling competition, or an art party with cheap bottles of homemade wine and a few nude models acting as firestarters to an orgy.

    The two young men stumbled in that direction with light hearts and even lighter bottles.

    It didn’t take them long to wander into the brightly lit dorm behind a blond girl carrying an awkward package in both arms. Duncan held the door for her, and Thomas stepped through to hold the second door. Moments later, all three of them stood in the hall sharing an awkward moment of silence.

    Do I know you two? You’re not in the science department.

    Philosophy and English, Thomas said, pointing to his friend and then himself.

    That’s disappointing. But I suppose you did hold the door for me, even if it was just so you could sneak in.

    She looked

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