looked up from my study guide, her head was down, resting on her arms, and her eyes were shut.
“Reen, we gotta finish this part.” I waited for her response, but there was only silence. Sighing, I pushed back in the chair and dropped my head, stretching my neck and rolling my shoulders.
Next to me, Maureen made a soft noise in her sleep, something between a moan and a murmur. Her hair was fanned out her across her back; she’d released it from the elastic earlier, claiming it was giving her a headache. Now, watching the slight rise and fall of her back, I had the sudden and unreasonable urge to run my fingers through the silky threads and let it sift over my hand. I leaned forward, closer to her, and took a long, appreciative sniff. I already knew Maureen smelled wonderful. It was a mix of her shampoo, some kind of lotion or light perfume and something else I couldn’t pinpoint. I’d first noticed it the day she’d nearly knocked me down the steps, and ever since, whenever we were together, I tried to subtly position myself to get a whiff.
She looked so innocent and relaxed when she slept. Her mouth was a little bit open, and I knew that if I covered those full red lips with my own, I could slip my tongue into her mouth, kiss her until her eyes fluttered open, and then I’d pull her onto my lap and slide my hands under her bulky sweatshirt—
Oh, my God. What the hell was I thinking? This was Maureen, my friend, the girl I’d hung with, laughed with over our friends’ romantic fumblings . . . I didn’t think of her this way. I couldn’t want her, could I? I hadn’t ever thought about it, but the way my jeans were suddenly a little tighter than was comfortable said I could and did want her. Matter of fact, if I could lay her out on this table in the next few minutes, that would be just about perfect.
Truth to be told, I wasn’t being completely honest with myself. I’d been attracted to Reenie since the moment we’d met on the steps. But I’d convinced myself that I wasn’t looking to get involved with a girl during my freshman year. My brother Fox had preached to me the importance of being a free agent as long as I could. He’d told me that the first few years of college were for playing the field, having fun and nailing as many chicks as possible. While I didn’t necessary agree with the last part, I knew I needed to focus on my classes and damned if I didn’t want to have some fun, too.
But now the idea of seeing that beautiful black hair spread over my pillow while I held myself over her body . . . yeah, that seemed more appealing than fun with a string of nameless girls. I thought of her wide brown eyes going soft and hazy as I touched her.
“Aw, hell.” I muttered the words as I dropped my forehead onto my hand.
“Hmmm? I missed that last part, can you repeat it?” Maureen straightened, blinking hard and trying to be discreet as she wiped the corner of her mouth. I studied her closely for a minute, hoping that just-waking-up Reenie would be less appealing to me than sleeping Reen. But no. I couldn’t miss the adorable flush on her cheeks, and the way her chest rose under the sweatshirt. Yeah, I still wanted her. Badly.
“I think we should take a break.” I pushed my chair back and stood up, turning my back on her so she couldn’t see how she was affecting my body, specifically my dick. “I need some air.”
“Okay, sounds good. I wouldn’t say no to some caffeine.” Maureen rose, too, and stretched her neck. My hands itched to massage her shoulders and then trail my hand down one arm and link my hand with hers. God, I had to stop this.
She glanced up at me, a question in her eyes as though she’d heard my thoughts. Or maybe it was just the expression of frustration probably on my face. “You okay, Smith?”
“Yeah. Come on. Let’s get out of here.” I took off for the exit, hoping like hell this was just temporary insanity, because I had a feeling that what I felt for
“Reen, we gotta finish this part.” I waited for her response, but there was only silence. Sighing, I pushed back in the chair and dropped my head, stretching my neck and rolling my shoulders.
Next to me, Maureen made a soft noise in her sleep, something between a moan and a murmur. Her hair was fanned out her across her back; she’d released it from the elastic earlier, claiming it was giving her a headache. Now, watching the slight rise and fall of her back, I had the sudden and unreasonable urge to run my fingers through the silky threads and let it sift over my hand. I leaned forward, closer to her, and took a long, appreciative sniff. I already knew Maureen smelled wonderful. It was a mix of her shampoo, some kind of lotion or light perfume and something else I couldn’t pinpoint. I’d first noticed it the day she’d nearly knocked me down the steps, and ever since, whenever we were together, I tried to subtly position myself to get a whiff.
She looked so innocent and relaxed when she slept. Her mouth was a little bit open, and I knew that if I covered those full red lips with my own, I could slip my tongue into her mouth, kiss her until her eyes fluttered open, and then I’d pull her onto my lap and slide my hands under her bulky sweatshirt—
Oh, my God. What the hell was I thinking? This was Maureen, my friend, the girl I’d hung with, laughed with over our friends’ romantic fumblings . . . I didn’t think of her this way. I couldn’t want her, could I? I hadn’t ever thought about it, but the way my jeans were suddenly a little tighter than was comfortable said I could and did want her. Matter of fact, if I could lay her out on this table in the next few minutes, that would be just about perfect.
Truth to be told, I wasn’t being completely honest with myself. I’d been attracted to Reenie since the moment we’d met on the steps. But I’d convinced myself that I wasn’t looking to get involved with a girl during my freshman year. My brother Fox had preached to me the importance of being a free agent as long as I could. He’d told me that the first few years of college were for playing the field, having fun and nailing as many chicks as possible. While I didn’t necessary agree with the last part, I knew I needed to focus on my classes and damned if I didn’t want to have some fun, too.
But now the idea of seeing that beautiful black hair spread over my pillow while I held myself over her body . . . yeah, that seemed more appealing than fun with a string of nameless girls. I thought of her wide brown eyes going soft and hazy as I touched her.
“Aw, hell.” I muttered the words as I dropped my forehead onto my hand.
“Hmmm? I missed that last part, can you repeat it?” Maureen straightened, blinking hard and trying to be discreet as she wiped the corner of her mouth. I studied her closely for a minute, hoping that just-waking-up Reenie would be less appealing to me than sleeping Reen. But no. I couldn’t miss the adorable flush on her cheeks, and the way her chest rose under the sweatshirt. Yeah, I still wanted her. Badly.
“I think we should take a break.” I pushed my chair back and stood up, turning my back on her so she couldn’t see how she was affecting my body, specifically my dick. “I need some air.”
“Okay, sounds good. I wouldn’t say no to some caffeine.” Maureen rose, too, and stretched her neck. My hands itched to massage her shoulders and then trail my hand down one arm and link my hand with hers. God, I had to stop this.
She glanced up at me, a question in her eyes as though she’d heard my thoughts. Or maybe it was just the expression of frustration probably on my face. “You okay, Smith?”
“Yeah. Come on. Let’s get out of here.” I took off for the exit, hoping like hell this was just temporary insanity, because I had a feeling that what I felt for
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