David nodded enthusiastically, “I’d love to come. When and where is the recital?”
David
While I wasn’t really looking forward to blowing more than an hour dropping off Wendy’s car not to mention enduring an entire interpretive dance recital, it never hurt to get in good with the roommate. You never knew when a good word from a confidante would pay off. I stuffed the back end of another peproni roll—damn these things were good—into my mouth and watched Wendy and B.D. gossiping about some mutual friend of theirs. Apparently Wendy met her at vacation bible school. Wendy was classically beautiful in the blond-haired, blue-eyed Nordic way that so many girls in Texas are, and I guess it worked because the frat boys in back were certainly eying Wendy, but for me, B.D. was the bomb. When she looked at me, she fairly glowed. Her green eyes glistened. Her auburn hair set off her milky skin. Her compact body promised the opportunity for so many things in bed.
“Want some Parmesan for your pizza?” B.D. asked while bumping my arm with the shaker.
“What? Oh sure.” I stared down at the shaker, grabbed it, and gave the slice of pizza B.D. had thrown on the plate in front of me a few shakes.
“B.D. I forgot to ask. Did you finish Baker’s homework this afternoon?”
“Of course,” B.D. answered, “need some help?”
“Yeah, problem three has me stumped.”
“When we get back, I’ll look over my homework and give you a hint to get you started.”
“Thanks, sounds like a good plan.”
*
Back at the dorm, I followed B.D. into her room.
“Since we’ll probably swim tomorrow, why don’t you bring your homework and your swim suit, up to my room. We’ll work on the problem away from Wendy so she can get some work done and then in the morning, we’ll go for a swim like we always do. After, you can come up here and get cleaned up and meet me downstairs for breakfast. At 9am I’ll meet Wendy in the lobby and we’ll take her car over to A.J.’s.”
“Okay….” Replied B.D. while giving Wendy a questioning look.
“Sounds like an okay plan to me,” agreed Wendy. B.D. pulled out her duffel and dumped her swim suit, some toiletries, the night shirt she wouldn’t wear, a book, and her homework inside. She zipped it emphatically, waved good bye to Wendy, and tromped out the door.
Good, another night I get to spend with B.D.
*
Back in my room, we settled in. I played light jazz in the background. We sipped on the chamomile-peppermint tea I made with my electric tea kettle. B.D. munched on the amaretti cookies my mother had sent me while she curled up in my arm chair and read the book she brought. I worked the last problem of Baker’s homework. Once B.D. explained it, it was pretty easy; I just didn’t understand what he wanted. Once B.D. put the problem in perspective, it was a snap. With my homework done, I put everything away in my backpack feeling like I was on top of everything. With B.D. in it, the room had a cozy, complete feeling that it normally lacked. I took a moment just to watch B.D. read, but of course she looked up.
“Finished?” she asked.
“Yup, all ready for tomorrow. I assume you’ve got everything done.”
“Sure am,” she answered. “In fact, I started on the reading for next week. I figure it wouldn’t hurt to get ahead if I could.”
“It’s great if you can manage it. Want to watch some Netflix or something before bed?”
B.D. set her book down and gave me a sultry look. “I thought we could do “or something.”
She stood up, sauntered over, then unceremoniously shoved me onto the bed. Then got down on her knees and started unbuckling my belt and undoing by pants. I tried to help, but she slapped my hands away, so I laid back and let B.D. run the show. She took off my shoes and slid my pants and boxers completely off. I gave her my signature, arched eyebrow, questioning look, but she just smirked and proceeded to wrap her hands around my hardening penis. She sucked on just the head then gently scrapped her teeth against the sensitive underside as she sucked off the head and slid off with a pop. I gasped. I couldn’t help it anymore than I could keep my penis from twitching and growing. She wrapped both hands around the base and proceeded to alternate between licking up and down and taking my penis as far down her throat as it would go. I closed my eyes and moaned. I panted. Just as my balls started to tighten, B.D. stopped and cleared her throat. I opened my eyes and watched as B.D. performed a private strip-tease, slowly removing each, individual piece of clothing. When she took off her bra, she held her breasts in her hands and flicked her nipples so that they pebbled. My dick jumped. When B.D. was finally naked, she straddled me on her knees, grabbed my hand, gave me a shy look, then put my hand directly on her pussy, grabbing my middle finger and sliding it up her slit and then using it to roll around her clit. I didn’t need more instruction. I turned my hand to create a less awkward position and put my thumb on her clit and slid two fingers inside her already wet pussy. I fondled her clit and worked her slit. Now it was B.D.’s turn to twitch and moan. When goose bumps erupted in waves across her thighs, I stopped and reached for the condom I hid underneath Fear and Trembling. She gave me a betrayed look until she saw me roll the condom onto my dick. I lifted her onto my dick, and she sank down with a grateful sigh. She slowly pumped up and down, and I watched her breasts bounce until she pulled my head down to her breast. I took the hint and closed my lips around her left nipple while rolling the other nipple between two fingers. Then I realized I had another hand and used it to stroke her clit. She started gasping and moaning loudly making me even harder and more desperate. I tried to hold off my impending orgasm, but it was too much. I grabbed her hips to still them as I came. Fortunately the extra sensation of my release set off B.D., and she came undone in my arms as I pumped into her. When we were finished, she just collapsed on to me. We both sat there panting in each others arms until our breaths and heart rates returned to normal.
Chapter Fifteen
B.D.
I walked into my room expecting it to be unoccupied, but Wendy surprised me snarling in my direction “Long time, no see.” She lounged on her bed reading Vogue. Her long, denim clad legs seemed to stretch almost the entire length of the bed. A swath of golden hair fell over her shoulder and off the edge of the bed. The bright blue blouse she wore set off her eyes. Even just hanging out, she looked like a spread in one of the fashion magazines she was always reading.
“That’s not true; you saw me yesterday,” I insisted.
“For about two seconds, while you threw on some clothes and rushed out to the lab.”
“You still saw me.”
Wendy rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Since you’ve spent EVERY NIGHT in David’s room for a month, I’m severely deficient in B.D. time.”
“He’s got his own shower,” I explained defensively.
“Sure. That’s the reason. His shower,” she countered. “Look. I’ll give you a chance to make it up to me. I am unexpectedly free at this moment due to my professor’s New York jaunt. You want to catch lunch?”
“I would love to.” With that, we both sauntered out the door.
Over cobb salads--what else would a hopelessly thin dancer/model eat—we chatted about our classes.
“What are your plans for Thanksgiving in a few weeks?” asked Wendy.
I shrugged. “The usual, I’m heading home with David. He mentioned that he wanted to leave right after my theoretical physics class on Tuesday to try and miss some of the traffic. They’re already shutting down the tutoring center Tuesday as well, since no one comes in right before a break. Aren’t you heading to Bangs? Is there something wrong with your car?”
“Yes, I’m planning on a trip to Bangs,” she replied. “My car’s fine. Just wanted to know when you were heading out. My crazy agent booked me for a shoot on Wednesday in Austin. I’m not even sure how he managed that. So I probably won’t leave until the morning of. My mom was a little irritated, but she understands that I need to take any gigs that can wo
rk with my schedule.”
I nodded. “Hey, if you want to spend more time with me, let’s catch a movie.” I looked at her slyly. “I’m free this Friday. David’s taking the GRE on Saturday, and he thought he might get more sleep if we slept apart the night before. I think he plans on cramming Friday night too, even though I told him that you can’t really cram for the GRE. He’s determined to try. You’d think if he was that worried about his score, he would have taken it a bit sooner so that he would have a chance to retake it if he bombed, but no. He had to wait until the last minute.”
“Sorry B.D.” Wendy replied a bit sheepishly. “I already have a date.”
“Of course you do.” Wendy always had a date. “And I don’t expect you to keep your evening free, just in case I want to do something. Who’s the date with? Anyone I know.”
Wendy blushed and tried to avoid my eyes. “Actually, it’s with A.J. the mechanic.”
“Ooo, good for you.” I playfully punched her arm. “That’s one fine piece of mechanically inclined man candy there.” I had met him when we went to pick up Wendy’s car. “Why are you blushing?”
“He’s not really my type, but he asked and…”
“Why is he not your type?”
“He’s not in college for one.”
“He’s a successful business owner—that’s better. You know he’ll make something of himself. He already has.”
“A blue collar business. And he’s a…you know…immigrant or, at least, his parents are illegal immigrants.”
“So…Texas runs on illegal immigrants. He’s contributing to the economy and helping out folks, like you, in the process.”
“I don’t care, but my dad’s a ...” she looked around to see if anyone could overhear and then whispered “Republican.”
I couldn’t help it; I laughed out loud. “So your dad isn’t going on a date with him.”
“But what if I want to bring him home?” she asked in a whisper.
“You haven’t wanted to bring home even one of the fifty plus dates you’ve been on since I’ve known you. Why might you want to bring A.J. home?”
“This won’t actually be our first date.”
I raised one eyebrow and encouraged her. “Do tell.”
“He took me to Jeffrey’s.”
“Swanky.”
“The food was marvelous. Truly incredible. But the best part was how he listened. When I talked, he really listened to what I had to say. He also didn’t act like I should be impressed, but rather he just worked to make me comfortable like all that mattered was that I have a good time.”
“Sounds like you had a great time.”
“At the end of the date, he walked me to our door, but didn’t even try to come in—even though he could have since you were spending the night with David like always. Even though you weren’t around, he just gave me one smokin’ hot kiss and said how he really wanted to see me again. I would have already told you all about it, but you’re never around.” She gave me an accusatory stare. “Then he called me the next day—the next day—and asked me on this date. He’s taking me to that sky diving, wind tunnel thingy in Cedar Park. My agent would kill me if he found out, but I’ve always wanted to try it.”
“He sounds like a nice guy as opposed to those losers who usually ask you out.”
“Exactly. I really like him.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I already told you. He’s Mexican. I think he may be an actual illegal--a dreamer.”
“Do you really care as long as he’s nice and hot…nice and hot—mmmmm—he’s like a warm, gooey cinnamon roll straight out of the oven.”
She slapped my shoulder. “Stop kidding. I have a real problem.”
“Just go on the second date. Don’t let worry about what might happen ruin what could happen. He’s clearly a good guy. You could wash clothes on his abs. He obviously cares about you. Just go with it.”
“I guess you’re right,” she agreed, but she still looked like someone with OCD who just been told it’s not always obvious that the oven’s been turned off. “So things appear to be humming along with David.”
“Sure, they’re great. Last week, we went to bed and just slept. We’ve moved on to the actual sleeping together phase.”
“You mean to tell me that other than one day last week, you’ve had sex every night you’ve been gone.”
“Yep,” I blushed. “I’ve had amazing, mind blowing sex every night and most mornings as well. At first I had to take ibuprofen every day, but now my sex muscles are in shape and it’s all good.”
“For a virtual virgin, you seem to have adjusted to a life of sin and depravity fairly easily.”
I chuckled. “I guess I have.”
“I hope it doesn’t end badly,” the worried look returned.
“I’m not going to let what might happen get in the way of what could happen,” I stated emphatically, but my stomach did a little flip.
*
Friday night, I was still feeling the adrenaline rush from an action triple header of True Lies, Die Hard, and Speed, when I flipped on the light in my room to find A.J. and Wendy in one of the most passionate kisses I had ever witnessed in person. They sat next together on Wendy’s bed, twisted around each other like a chocolate, vanilla cone swirl. His blue-black pony tail intertwined in the fall of her blond hair. His strong muscular arms wrapped around her pale shoulders and back. Fortunately everyone was completely dressed, but still I just stood there like the proverbial deer in headlights.
“Uhhhh, sorry, I didn’t realize you were here,” I stammered. “I’ll go.”
A.J. recognized the situation more quickly than Wendy and quickly untangled himself. “No, of course not, it’s your room. Stay. Please. I was just going,” he rambled back at me while still staring into Wendy’s eyes.
“Yes, B.D. stay. A.J. and I were just saying good night,” added Wendy not breaking eye contact with A.J.
“I’ll just go,” I reiterated.
A.J. leapt from the bed and turned to me. “No. I insist. Stay.” He turned back to Wendy and said to her in an apologetic tone, “I should go.”
“Yes,” she nodded, staring up at him. “You should go.”
“I’ll go,” he replied while looking at her like she was a big glass of water in the middle of summer.
I rolled my eyes and added. “Really, I don’t mind. I’ll go.”
Reluctantly, A.J. tore his eyes from Wendy and took three long strides to the door. “I’m going.”
Wendy fairly levitated off her bed and virtually sprinted the three steps to the door. “Let me show you out.”
As they walked through the door. “I know the way. And it would not be appropriate for you to walk me out,” I heard A.J. assert in a rather patriarchal voice.
Hmmm, I thought and couldn’t help rolling my eyes. For the next fifteen minutes I heard murmuring and soft kisses outside the door, but eventually, Wendy slowly floated back into the room.
“I would have left,” I explained.
“I know, but we needed to stop. “
“Because…?” I asked.
“A.J. says that making love is a deep and sacred act that should be shared by two people who love each other in an appropriate environment. Not a dorm bed. That when we make love, he wants it to be perfect,” she explained.
“Sure, whatever. It’s never perfect the first time. You’re sure he’s not just in gay denial?” I asked.
“What is it with you thinking everyone’s gay? I’m pretty sure he’s just a gentleman —not gay—and values the sexual act as the physical manifestation of a loving relationship between two people. Not to mention the fact that you described your first time with David as an out of body experience.” she replied—a bit defensively.
“David does not view the sex act as anything but a good time and consequently has the experience to make the first time a near life-changing experience. Love-making boy surely doesn’t know his way around a woman’s vagina
.”
“If his kissing is any indication,” replied Wendy emphatically, “sex with him won’t be near anything. It will be a full-on epiphany.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Let’s hope so. I wouldn’t want all this build up to be wasted on mere mind-blowing sex.”
David
My alarm woke me. My alarm almost never wakes me. I just think of the time that I want to wake up, and then, 99 times out of 100 I wake up a few minutes before. Good thing I set the alarm—just in case. I felt like shit. I thought sleeping alone would help me get the good night’s sleep I needed to be at my best for the GRE. Usually I love sleeping with B.D. And it’s not even about getting sex on the regular. I love cuddling with B.D. I love smelling her. I love wrapping my arms around her middle. I love bending my long legs into the shape of her short ones. I love falling asleep smelling the citrusy scent of her shampoo. I love waking up to her bed head and dazed look. It’s the only time B.D. looks confused like morning isn’t something she quite understands much like students look when faced with multi-vector problems. Still even though I love sleeping with B.D. doubling up in a bed that’s really not even large enough for one regular-sized adult is not ideal. My ass always ends up hanging off the bed. B.D. elbows me in the stomach almost every night. And rolling over in place is tricky at best. I thought I would sleep better completely in the bed and free to roll at will. Unfortunately, that’s just not the case. I’m so used to sleeping with B.D. that I can’t sleep without her. I woke up feeling for her at least four times during the night. Falling asleep took twice as long. I think I would still be awake, but I got a good whiff of her shampoo off my pillow, and that finally settled me down. Apparently I’ve managed to put myself in an impossible situation. I can’t sleep with her, and I can’t sleep without her. Clearly we need a bigger bed.
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