Model Student

by C. J. Washington

  ***

  Walking into marketing today, I can’t see Asher anywhere but I can see the girls who harassed me on Friday night. I’m taking a second deciding what to do when two firm arms wind around my stomach from behind and I’m snuggled into an equally firm chest. Asher’s woodsy smell surrounds me, simultaneously calming me and firing me up. I turn in his arms and look up at his chiselled face.

  “Having a good day, baby?” He called me baby again. I thought it was a fluke last time. It warms me right to my core.

  “It’s definitely better now.” I rest my hands on his shoulders and go on my tip toes to press a kiss to his lips.

  We take our regular seats and I enjoy the shocked and put out faces of those around us. I love that Asher pays no mind to what other people think. He doesn’t give a damn about status. Now I know when I tell him the truth about who I am that it’ll be fine. He’s with me for me. I never knew how special this would make me feel.

  Asher keeps one hand on my knee throughout class and every time he strokes me with his fingers my whole body tingles. A big part of me wills his hand higher to my now aching centre that’s craving his attention but I’m not ready for that yet and certainly not in class.

  After class is over we walk to my car and I notice his truck is parked next to mine.

  “I see you got a good space.”

  “You know it. My truck wanted to be parked next to his hot little girlfriend.” I giggle. I suppose my car does look small compared to his giant black Chevy truck. He surrounds me and pins me to his truck with his body. I let my hands map his muscular back. “I never told you that I have an away game this week in Ohio. I leave Wednesday and don’t get back until Sunday. So, I wanna take you out tomorrow night.”

  Asher leans down and starts to nibble my neck, slowly working his way to my jaw. I’m finding it hard to think, let alone reply. “I can’t tomorrow, I’ve made plans. How about tonight?” I eventually answer.

  “What plans?”

  “We’re having a movie and speed connect 4 tournament night at the house.”

  Asher lets out a booming laugh that pulls a big smile out of me. He’s so gorgeous when he smiles. “Well, have you got room for one more?”

  “Of course! I’d love for you to be there. If you come early you can have dinner with us too.” I really want everyone to get to know Asher.

  “Sounds cool. Not liking not having any ‘us’ time though. How about this? I’ll pick you up after practise tonight and we’ll have a late dinner together.”

  “That sounds perfect.” I mumble while nibbling his chin.

  Asher’s hands drop to my ass and he quickly lifts me, I cling to his neck and wrap my legs around him. With the truck at my back, Asher slams his mouth against mine and all thoughts escape me. The kiss is desperate and greedy, we can’t get enough of each other. I can feel his hardness pressing against my heat and my body responds.

  I grind my hips against him, dragging a sexy growl from his throat. I know I should pull away, end the torment but I can’t. I need more. Asher’s hands grip and massage my ass as he pushes harder against me, hitting my sweet spot. Now there’s a lot of moaning and it’s mainly coming from me. God, this feels so good.

  “Asher? That you, man?”

  I’m forced back into reality by this voice. Asher sighs into my neck, giving me a sharp nip before raising his head. It’s one of his team mates. When I try to wiggle down he pins me harder. Lowering his head, he whispers in my ear, “Stay still, baby, unless you want the whole campus to know the state you’ve put me in.” I still my movements and silently giggle as he talks to his friend about practise.

  Asher

  My dick’s still got a semi and it’s been an hour since I left Bow. Fuck, she lit up like a flare when I kissed her. I saw the puzzled look on Tim’s face when he interrupted us and got a quick look at Bow. I didn’t give a shit. If he knew how she felt against me, he wouldn’t question a damn thing. I’m glad people don’t see what I do when I look at Bow, I’d be jealous as fuck and have to kill anyone stupid enough to make a move on my girl.

  “Hey, Ash. You wanna get some pizza after practise?” Tate always thinks about food before practise. I don’t know why when the coach is running us so hard that he hurled the other day.

  “Nah, I’m taking Bow out for barbecue.” No one speaks. I lift my head to see Colby and Tate stood still in apparent shock. They shake it off pretty quickly at my dark look.

  “How about you, Colby?”

  “You’re on your own, Tate. I’m meeting up with Maria, that curvy freshman from Alpha you couldn’t get anywhere with.” He teasingly punches Tate’s shoulder.

  “Dude, be serious, I could’ve gotten in there, that chick just seemed a bit mental to me. Have at it.” I roll my eyes, Tate always had excuses.

  After practise, I take the quickest shower in history and jog to my truck. It’s already 8 o’clock and I want to get to Bow. I would have invited her to watch us practise if I didn’t think that I’d be distracted by her but I know I would. Bow is sat on the front porch perched on a rocking chair when I pull up. She runs to my truck and jumps in, not even giving me time to get out to meet her.

  “Hey, honey.” She leans over and puts a quick kiss on my cheek while she smooths down my dishevelled wet hair. I love that she called me honey. “I’m ready to eat your arm. Where are we going?”

  “Barbecue ok?”

  “Sure. Pulled pork and fries, here we come.” I laugh, she must be hungry to have already picked what she wants in two seconds.

  This barbecue joint is one of my favourites, it ain’t much to look at but the food is outrageously good. We hardly talk, too busy stuffing our faces. After, I take Bow home we sit on the front porch swing, her tucked deeply into my side, talking and laughing together for an hour.

  She tells me the house is having some renovations done so I’ll have to come around to the backyard to a motor home that she’ll be staying in when I get back. I have to stop myself from offering her to stay with me. I wouldn’t mind at all but I don’t want to freak her out by pushing too hard. I begrudgingly head home. I’m never happier than when it’s just us enjoying each other.

  ***

  Tonight I’m going over to Bow’s house for game night. I was worried about how her friends would react when she told them I’d be tagging along. I know she thinks the world of them so I want them to like me. She assured me that as long as I like her, they’ll like me. She’s so cute at times.

  Walking past the kitchen, I’m grabbed frantically by Colby.

  “Where are you going?” He’s talking quietly and acting strange.

  “Bow’s for game night. Why?” His eyes keep flicking to the stairs. I turn but there’s no one there and nothing is different.

  “I’m coming with.” And with that he darts out of the house ahead of me and to my truck.

  Climbing in, I ask, “What the fuck’s with you, man? I don’t mind you coming. It gives me another person I know other than Bow. But what’s going on?”

  “Things getting serious with you guys?”

  “Yes and don’t change the subject. Why you acting like a fucking fugitive?”

  “Because I am, dude! Tate was right. That Maria chick is loco. She won’t leave. I gave it to her good last night and now she thinks we’re together or something. She left this morning and I thought great, mission accomplished. I get back from class and some douche bag has let her back in. She’s sat on my bed, watching TV with a bag sat next to her. A fucking bag, Ash! I’m hoping she’ll be gone by the time we come back.” I can barely drive, I’m laughing so much. This is typical Colby. He gets himself into these situations frequently.

  Michael lets us in and introduces us to everyone. No one seems perturbed that we’re there so it’s cool. Bow sits on my lap in the dining room as they’re one chair short. I certainly don’t mind. Everything flows great between us all. Turns out that Glen is in one of Colby’s computer classes that he’s having difficulty i
n and invites him over any time if he wants any help. They are really nice people and obviously a tight knit group.

  I feel ashamed knowing I never would have even spoken to them if it wasn’t for Bow. We talk movies, video games and general shit before Bow begs everyone to start the connect 4 tournament. She’s never played it and is so excited that she’s bouncing in my lap, not helping my aroused situation at all.

  It was epic. I’ve never laughed so hard or so much in one night before. Names were randomly drawn for the head to heads, the fourth person picked having to play twice, the winners move on to the next round. Taking longer than three seconds to make a move was grounds for automatic disqualification. I swear everyone was sweating at some point, it was that intense.

  Bow and I were both out in the first round along with Anthony and Janie. The next round a random name was pulled from the losers to even up the numbers again. Janie was back in. When Radley lost to Michael it was hilarious, he called foul saying Michael’s hulk-like size shadowed the game and he could barely make out the separate colours. Bow had to run to the bathroom at that point, she was laughing so hard she was afraid she’d pee her pants.

  The final round was best of three between Pepper and Colby. I cheered for Pepper, desperate to see Colby beaten by a girl. The first round went to Colby, the second to Pepper. Everyone was on pins as the last game started. There was some furious coin slotting going on and in the end Pepper won. She stood and did a victory dance to rival any I’d seen on a football field. Colby’s excuse of hand cramps was dismissed by everyone as total shit. Then he declared he must be present for the next tournament and agreeing, we all swapped numbers.

  Bow and I sat on the floor to watch the movie, Bow sitting between my legs, her back resting against me. I barely remember what is was about. I was too distracted running my hands up and down Bow’s taut stomach. Her shape is amazing and I could picture her naked in my mind’s eye.

  Bow intermittently massaged my thighs and every now and then she turned her head to press a kiss to my neck or jaw. I never wanted to move. When the movie ended I buried my face into her neck and sighed. Luckily my jeans and t-shirt hid my very prominent and sensitive erection when I stood up. We thanked everyone for a great night and they wished us luck on the away game.

  Bow walked us out and I sent Colby to wait in the truck. Her arms circled my waist and I swept my hands over her back and ass, memorising her delectable shape. Our parting kiss was long, slow and full of feeling. Fucking Colby sounding the horn broke us apart. Impatient bastard. I promised to text and call when I could and went to my truck. Part of me missed her already and I hadn’t even left yet. I climbed in, throwing Colby the finger before pulling off.

  “Sorry, Ash, but my make out observation time runs out after twenty minutes.” I had no idea it’d been that long. I lose all outside awareness when I’m with her. I forgave him then, pleasantly surprised that he’d managed to wait that long. I probably wouldn’t have for him.

  “Tell you what though, they are a fucking awesome bunch of people and that Pepper is outrageously hot. I wanted to pull on those damn copper curls all night. And that victory dance, man, I nearly cum in my damn pants. Michael was saying the house sleeps eight. I might abandon you and Tate and move in there next year. Plus, the little I heard about the renovations sound awesome. They even invited me for your girls’ birthday.”

  My head snapped around at that. “What the fuck? I ain’t heard anything about that. When is it?”

  “Chill, Ash. They wanted me to tell you now. It’s not like they could ask you themselves with you attached to Bow all night – side note, I approve. It’s in three weeks. They’re doing a proper Texan cook-out thing as Bow’s never been camping apparently. Cowboy boots, Stetsons, the lot. They’re getting a fire pit and everything. Sounds like it’s going to be great. They wanna take her horse riding in the day and I said we’d be up for that too.”

  “That’s okay then. I’ll plan to do something for her, just the two of us, another night. What the fuck do you buy a girl for her birthday? I’ve never done this before. And by the way, if anyone’s moving in there, it’ll be me.”

  “Shut up. If you move in there you’ll be sharing with Bow. There’s still room for little old me. Poor Tate, left alone with the douche bag brothers.” We both grin at that.

  Chapter ten

  Bow

  New York was a success. Pepper and Janie loved it and I persuaded the photographer to take a photo of the three of us at the end. He emailed me a copy this morning and I forwarded it to the girls. It’s a great shot of us. I hate that we have to keep it hidden because I’m not in my disguise. It’s be great for the front of the refrigerator.

  I haven’t seen Asher since Tuesday night. He didn’t get back from Ohio until late on Sunday and I was tired after we all spent the day emptying the house and loading up the Winnebagos. Everyone loved Tuesday night and we raved on about it for days after. It was great and I’m so relieved that Glen and Anthony got on so well with Colby and Asher and didn’t let their preconceived ideas about them get in the way.

  The Winnebagos arrived yesterday morning and they’re amazing, just like I knew they’d be. They have every convenience imaginable and are super comfy and stylish. The bed in mine is king size and I could fit nearly half of my clothes in the wardrobe. They each have wi-fi and satellite TV and a huge bathroom. There’s also a full sized kitchen, dining room¸ laundry and lounge area.

  As there is an unused bedroom in mine, it has been filled to the ceiling with everyone’s boxes and other stuff out of the house. Thank goodness for Anthony’s organising skills. All the boxes are neat and labelled so it’ll be easy to unpack when we move back in.

  We parked them in a square as planned and sat out together last night. When it cooled down, everyone climbed into Michael and Glen’s and watched Firefly. I’d never seen it before but thought it was really funny. Radley adores the show and is now determined that I need to watch the rest of the series and then the movie. He spent nearly an hour complaining about it being cancelled and was very detailed in why that was wrong. I indulged him as much as I could but ended up largely ignoring him like everyone else.

  Glen and I went through the empty house this morning taking photographs of it all before it changes. We’re going to do it twice a week, every week until it’s done. That way we have a record of the house before, during and after the renovations.

  I’ve had to skip college this morning to be here for the deliveries of all the materials and equipment being used. It doesn’t matter too much as Pepper and Janie will make me a copy of their notes but I have to get out of here soon if I’m going to make it to marketing. If I can’t, I’ll have to text Asher to let him know and ask him to catch me up.

  Still waiting an hour later, I’m know I’m cutting it too close now so I send Asher the text. I feel like sulking. I was so looking forward to seeing him today. He texts back:

  That sucks, baby. How I’m I gonna get through it without you? I’ll come by to see you when it’s over. X

  That pleases me to no end. I let myself sink into the couch and check over the list of materials that have arrived and highlight what is still needed. The front of the house looks like a building site already. The contractor has put up metal fences to keep everything enclosed with danger and warning signs scattered about. There will also be a guard on at night to ensure nothing gets stolen. Michael quipped that a high speed pursuit in a Winnebago would be mind-blowing. Picturing it in my head makes me laugh even now.

  I’m just helping to direct the last very large delivery truck into position when Asher arrives. He takes over from me, thank god, I was doing a terrible job of it. While everything’s being unloaded he stands behind me keeping me wrapped in his arms while I check it all off. When everything’s done I lead him to the backyard where he pulls me to an abrupt stop.

  “What the fuck, baby.” His voice is raspier than normal.

  “What?”

  “You s
aid you were staying in motor homes. I pictured them small, boxy, white things you see on the highway, not these beasts. Fuck, I was feeling bad that you’d be cramped but there’s more space in these four than the whole house. I think I’ve even seen one of these on MTV cribs.”

  I chuckle at his astonishment. They are pretty imposing. They are high gloss black with silver and red flashes down the side. I’ve already decided that I’m going to buy my own when I have a family. I love them so much. “Want to come into mine and see the inside. It’s even better.” He nods, not really answering. I lead him up the stairs and into the main living area.

  “Holy shit.” He goes through the whole thing and then comes back to me in the kitchen. I grab him a beer out of the fridge and a soda for myself. He tugs me to the couch and turns me to face him. “How the holy mother fuck have you got these?”

  “I rented them.” I feel sheepish now. I stupidly didn’t realise that he’d ask that question. I may have just opened a can of worms but I won’t lie.

  “How can you afford to rent what must be hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of Winnebagos? One of these must cost as much as a house.”

  “I got a good price because I was renting four. Plus, I made a deal with the owner of the company to hire three again over Christmas break. I want to surprise everyone with a road trip.”

  “That’s real nice and everything and I had better’ve been included in your plans, but you haven’t really answered my question.”

  “My parents were very wealthy when they died. My Dad sold his companies and some of our properties as well, all that’s gone to me.”