Model Student

by C. J. Washington

A shy smile graces her face and one of her long slender fingers sweeps over my palm sending shivers down my back and blood to my cock. “I think that sounds great. How about going to the movies? I haven’t been in forever.”

  “I’m up for that. I’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow and we’ll get some dinner first.” A movie just isn’t long enough and obviously isn’t the best place to talk. I’m not giving her options, I want this too bad.

  “Okay but I am going to head home now, this really isn’t my scene and I’ve got stuff to do first thing.”

  I pull her in for a hug, not ready to let her go quite yet. I can finally feel her body against mine and its perfection. I subtly angle my hips to hide my arousal as I bury my nose in her slender neck, breathing in her scent. Bow smells like spring and everything sweet and delicious. I don’t want to pull away. I could let myself stay right here all night, cock throbbing, blue balls and all, but I’m determined to do this right.

  I separate us and see her face is flushed. I take her warm face in my hands, stroking the soft skin of her jaw with my thumbs. I revel in her beauty for a few seconds before slowly lowering my lips to hers for the softest and briefest of kisses. We both come out of it a bit dazed. I can taste a sweet trace of her when I lick my lips after.

  Saying no more I take her hand in mine and lead her back to Michael, who is crowded by the football team, no doubt trying to recruit him. Michael sees us and glances at our joined hands, then smiles and winks at Bow. I’m relieved he’s on my side. He’d make one hell of an enemy.

  Turning Bow to face me one more time I remind her to text me her address and state our plans for tomorrow again. A smile spreads on her face that has the air rushing from my lungs. Michael wraps his arm around her shoulders, bumps my shoulder with his fist in goodbye and sweeps her off into the crowd and home.

  Colby comes up behind me as I stare blankly as those around me, still thinking of Bow. “Fuck, we need that guy on the team. You should have heard how much he can bench press. He was at the game and made some good points about our plays. He’d be a real asset. I can’t believe he hasn’t been approached before…. Hey, wasn’t that your study buddy he just left with.”

  “Yeah, they live together in a co-ed house nearby.” My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a text from Bow with her address and I immediately commit it to my memory. It’s not far away at all. That’s good.

  “Cool, we’ve got an in.” Colby rubs his hands together like a movie villain with a master plan. “Got to give him props too. He’s a brave man, don’t think I could live with chicks, especially when their monthly visitor comes calling.” He visibly shudders and I can’t hold in my laugh. I don’t think to tell him that the only ‘in’ I want is with Bow.

  Chapter eight

  Bow

  I’ve been so rattled about how things are with Asher that I didn’t allow myself to think what I would do if it actually went anywhere. Now I have a date tomorrow night and no idea what to do. I want to dress up and be totally me, heels and all. I hate accepting that it isn’t an option yet. If things progress between us I’ll confide in him but until I’m sure, I just can’t take that risk.

  Being here means too much to me now and that could all be stripped away in the blink of an eye. Luckily, he agreed with my idea of the cinema. It’s a casual date and so easy to dress for. We get back to the house and Michael thanks me again for letting him drive my car. It wasn’t an option really. I never would have been able to concentrate after that kiss.

  ***

  It took all my energy to concentrate on what I was doing this morning. Pepper, Janie and I ordered most of the soft furnishings and bedroom furniture today, swapping laptops every few minutes to look at what each other had found. Plus, Radley and Glen presented us with detailed lists of everything electrical like TVs, media systems, speakers and gadgets that we needed. I told them to pick all of that after I suggested a sound system that looked good and had a hefty price yet was labelled by Anthony as a nice looking case with shit inside.

  I still have bathroom suites, lighting and the kitchen appliances to buy. I’m loving it, yet even with everyone’s help it is taking a lot of time. I’m glad for the distraction though. Thinking about my upcoming date with Asher causes me to become giddy and frankly totally useless at any task I am doing.

  Pepper and Janie teased me earlier about him being a ‘hottie’ whilst Glen and Anthony were stressing about my safety. I found out from Radley that they both have sisters who had been bitterly tormented at school by the ‘popular crowd’ and although they don’t know Asher they can’t help but worry given his association with a fraternity and the football team.

  I can’t personally attest to high school dynamics, having never gone myself. All my knowledge comes from cheesy sitcoms and movies. I’ve never been gladder to have missed out when I hear some of the horror stories my friends have witnessed or been through themselves. I like to think I’d have risen above the petty crap but I can’t know for sure and on a level that bugs the shit out of me. Anybody can convince themselves that they’d act a certain way, yet until you’re in that situation yourself you can never be sure.

  Standing in front of my mirror, I’m pleased with my look. It’s still nothing like my actual style, however, it is slightly more fitted than anything I wear around college. It isn’t revealing at all while being slightly more feminine. I’m wearing slouch jeans and a fitted t-shirt with a short leather jacket on top. My make-up is very minimal but considering I don’t wear any normally it’s a big improvement.

  The doorbell rings and my whole body freezes. That’s him. I hear Radley open the door and then Michael’s deep voice reverberate up the stairs. I can’t make out what they’re saying so I decide I’d better get down there. I might need to run interference. Taking a steadying breath, I force my feet to move and rush downstairs.

  Rounding the staircase, Asher comes into view. He’s wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt with aviator sunglasses hanging from the neck. Oh lordy, he looks sexy. The jeans loosely hug his thick thighs and the t-shirt teases the shape of his muscles. I want to stand fanning myself and take my time soaking it all in. Eventually looking up to his face I see a smirk pulling at his lips. Hell, he saw me checking him out. Well, I wasn’t being very subtle. I feel my face heat and mortification set in.

  “Hi, Bow. You look nice.”

  “Thanks, Asher. You too. Are you ready to head out?” I need some fresh air desperately.

  He’s about to answer when Glen and Anthony sprint in from the kitchen, bumping into each other on the way. I knew they couldn’t stay away.

  “Asher, you’ve met Michael and this is Anthony, Radley and Glen. I don’t know where Pepper and Janie are.” Just then, loud whispers and shoving can be heard from the staircase. I roll my eyes and the guys chuckle. They’ve been spying and listening in. I attempt to disguise my laugh as a cough, no one’s buying it. “Right, well, I’ll see you guys later.” Asher reaches for my hand as we walk to the door.

  “What time will you be back?” Glen asks. You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve never been asked that question in my entire life. I send him my best glare. He ignores me, his focus solely on Asher.

  “You guys can’t be serious. I’ll be back when I’m back.” I need to head them off.

  “It’s fine, Bow. They’re just looking out for you.” He looks back at the guys smiling. “Probably around 11.” With that I pull him out of the house, dragging him behind me to his truck before they get a chance to start an inquisition. I can hear him laughing behind me.

  “Sorry about them. They treat me like a sister, which I love most of the time.” I won’t have him thinking badly of them. They’re special guys.

  He stops me in my tracks and pulls me in for a brief one armed hug. “Don’t worry about it. They seem decent guys and them looking out for you is better than the alternative – them not giving a shit. Plus, I wanna get to know you’re friends, I know you’re all close. When they know me better they’
ll loosen up. Come on, jump in.” He lifts me by my waist into the passenger seat of his truck. His hands linger for a second before pulling away. I crave his touch now.

  We drive to a Mexican restaurant, it must be good because it’s really busy. We’re sat in a small booth near the window and deciding what to order when the hostess, some overly self-tanned girl wearing clothes two sizes too small, saunters up and leans in the booth, pushing her stretch marked store bought boobs in Asher’s face.

  “You and your sister ready to order, handsome?” I want to say some clever, snarky comment but nothing comes to mind as I’m in shock at how brazen she is. It’s frustrating as hell that my mind has abandoned me.

  “Well, I was until you stuck you’re tits in my face….” She smiles at him, flipping her hair waiting for his come on, “….putting me off my food.” Her smile drops slightly, I can tell she hasn’t quite grasped what he was saying. “Listen, I’d like to get back to my date so if you don’t mind, take our order or fetch us someone who will.”

  “You’re serious? She’s your date?” Her genuine befuddlement is a serious kick to the teeth. What a bitch.

  I’m getting ready to take this hussy down when Asher quickly stands and roughly pushes past her to grasp my hand. He pulls me up from my seat and tucks me tightly under his arm. “We’re leaving. Come on, baby.”

  He guides us out of the restaurant and back to his truck. I can feel him seething next to me. “I can’t believe that fucking bitch talking about you like that! Like you weren’t even there!” His knuckles are white, he’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

  “Don’t worry about it.” I don’t want him letting this spoil our date.

  “Don’t worry about it? Fuck, Bow, that was brutal. If she wasn’t a chick I would have punched her in the throat for talking about you like that. Fuck!”

  I slide across the bench seat to be closer to him and pry one of his hands off the steering wheel. I take it in mine and stroke the soft skin on the front, letting him calm down. Eventually he lets out a long sigh.

  “I’m sorry, Bow…”

  “Hey, no more apologising. I’m not gonna let one ugly, desperate bitch ruin my time with you. I say we forget her, get some take out and go chill somewhere before the movie. Just the two of us. We’re going to a different restaurant next time though.”

  “Okay. Just me and you, I like that.” He kisses my hand before starting the truck.

  Asher

  I can’t believe that just happened. I’m concentrating more than normal on the road so I don’t turn back and smash that place up. How can that waitress have said that about this sweet, beautiful girl next to me? I can’t help glancing over at Bow every few seconds just to make sure she’s really alright. This date is turning into a clusterfuck. I’m so relieved she isn’t ditching me and going straight home. Not that I could blame her if she wanted to.

  After picking up some Chinese take-out, I drive us to Memorial Park and walk to a quiet picnic area. Bow sits opposite me. I want her right next to me, I already miss the closeness we had in my truck. I guess this way is better for talking though.

  “You’re from California, right?” She nods while shovelling a good amount of noodles into her mouth. Man, she’s good with chopsticks. I really like that she eats rather than picks at her food. “Where about?”

  “Beverly Hills.” I successfully hide my surprise. “I love it there but it was time for a change of scenery and I’ve never been down South before. I was looking for that small town feel you see in movies and read about in books.”

  “So you came to Houston?” I laugh.

  “Hey, Houston has a small town feel when you compare it to Los Angeles. Do you come from round here?”

  “Fort Bend County, outside the loop near Sugar Land.” She’s giggling now. “What’s so funny?”

  “Sorry, it just sounds like you’re giving me directions to somewhere inside Disneyland.” I laugh too. She’s right. “You going home for thanksgiving?”

  “Sure, my mom would kill me if I missed it. You heading home too?”

  “No. Not this year.”

  “Your parents won’t mind you missing it?” Oh shit, I just asked something I shouldn’t have. I see her face pale and she drops her head probably hoping I didn’t see her eyes mist up, I did. “You don’t have to….”

  “No, no. It’s fine. Both my parents have passed on. I lost my Dad seven months ago.”

  Her voice cracks saying ‘Dad’. Before I think about what I’m doing, I leap from my seat and round the table to her and pull her onto my lap into a big hug. She buries her face in my neck and I can feel the odd cool tear hit my skin. I stay quiet and just rub her back in slow circles. I know what it’s like to lose a parent. Not like Bow but the outcomes the same, we both won’t see our Fathers again. The difference is I don’t want to see mine, whereas Bow would likely do anything to bring hers back.

  When she’s calmed she slips from my lap onto the bench and keeps her legs hanging over mine. I hold her legs with one arm and take her hand with the other. Sticking to safer topics we talk and talk until Bow realises it’s getting really dark. I whip out my phone ignoring the texts and missed calls and see that it’s nearly 10 o’clock.

  I can’t believe its that late. The time has passed so quickly. We’re definitely too late to catch a movie. Bow stands up and stretches. I follow her lead. I’m stiff from sitting still for that long and my legs are a bit dead from having hers on top of mine. I relish every ache, they are damn worth it. This has been one of the best nights of my life and definitely the best date. I’m not ready for it to end.

  She smiles up at me and a new need rapidly comes forth. I tug Bow towards me and with no build up, pull her in for a kiss. Her delicious mouth moulds to mine perfectly. I sip at her lips until I feel all the tension leave her body. Licking along her full bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, I get a fresh taste of her and it’s exquisite.

  She lets me in and our tongues dance. Fire flashes through my entire body. I can’t pull her close enough. Her hands slide up from my chest to my shoulders and then grip the back of my hair to stop me from moving away. It’s an intoxicating kiss and I hate that I need air. We both pull away at the same time, gasping and panting. That was amazing. I stroke her cheek and press a soft kiss to her now swollen lips, forcing myself away so it can’t deepen again. I need to cool off as it is. I clasp her hand in mine, weaving our fingers through each other’s and take a slow walk around the park before taking her home.

  Parking my truck outside her house, I hate that she’s leaving and won’t be sleeping in my arms tonight. I jump out of the truck and open her door for her, lifting her from the seat and into my embrace. I hold her, enjoying our closeness for a minute until her body silently shakes. I pull back to look at her and see a small smile on her face.

  “I think we have an audience.” She nods towards the house.

  I swing my head around and sure enough the curtains are twitching in the front windows.

  “Well, let’s give them something worth watching.” I grin.

  I sweep her up into my arms, wrapping her long legs around my waist and I dive into a passionate kiss, not caring if she feels my hard dick against her stomach. She needs to know how she makes me feel, how deeply she affects me. I hear the sexiest moans coming from her mouth. They vibrate right down my body to my twitching cock.

  I can feel myself getting lost in her so I reluctantly break the kiss. I know that if I carry on I’ll throw her back in my truck and take her home with me. I watch her to the door and drive back to the frat house. The cab of my truck carries her sweet scent and I revel in it while I can, it’ll be gone all too soon. Something between us solidified tonight. I got more pleasure from kissing Bow than I ever did fucking anyone else. I’m hooked.

  Chapter nine

  Bow

  My date with Asher is on a continual replay in my mind. I’m blissed out from our time together. I felt so embarrassed that I had a mini br
eakdown over my Dad but Asher didn’t seem put off by it at all, even with me leaving a substantial damp patch on his shoulder. At least I didn’t ugly-cry, which would have definitely ended the date early. Nothing says ‘take me home’ like snot and running mascara.

  Today Michael, Glen and I are driving out to a company that rents out luxury Winnebagos. The back yard is nearly four and a half acres in size. I was so shocked when Ralph showed me the property lines. There’s that much over-growth, we all assumed the land that wasn’t tended belong to someone else.

  With this in mind I now have huge plans for the yard. A team of landscapers are coming out later in the week to clear the backyard so we can park four Winnebagos in a square formation with all the doors facing in. I love the idea of having a fire pit at night with everyone, it’ll be like glamping instead of camping.

  The Winnebagos are blowing my mind. They are amazing, one model even has a sports car inside it. Walls pop out to make them even bigger and they’re nicer than some hotels I’ve stayed in and that’s saying something. Glen’s right that we could easily live in two but I still order four. The extra space will be taken up by our stuff, we are emptying an entire house into four Winnebagos at the end of the day. Plus, we’re going to be living in them for three weeks at a minimum, no way would any of us survive sharing bedrooms for that length of time. We are too used to having our own space.

  I’m having one to myself as I have the most stuff and I’m taking anyone’s belongings that don’t comfortably fit in the others, then Pepper and Janie will share another and the four guys will split between the other two. Glen and Michael were astonished by the price, they are expensive to rent but I pointed out that to pay for seven people to have hotel rooms for three weeks, room service for food, laundry services, plus storage for our stuff would be more expensive.

  They broke down the costs, not quite believing me and discovered that I was right. Regardless, this is going to be so much fun, much better than a hotel and we can still easily hang out like we normally do. There’s enough space in these things for us all to watch a movie together. Glen had me and Michael laughing when he sat in a massaging la-Z-boy and said, “I suppose I can rough it for three weeks.” He acted all put out while smirking.