a little drunk right now."
"She's a lot drunk right now.” I laughed lightly. He had to leave before anyone saw him and told Kim he was down here! I could just see her waking the entire floor up by pounding on my door and demanding that I have sex with her if Alan didn't. “Anyway, I thought ... uh ... the two of you..."
"No.” Alan was nice about it, but emphatic at the same time. “I'm pretty sure she wants to. Actually, she kept hugging me and whispering ‘Oreo cookie’ in my ear, just like you said.” He shook his head. “She and I ... no more likely than you and that guy, Tristan.” Riiiight. So this was going to be a short conversation.
"What do you want?” I asked him humorously.
"Actually, it was about him. Can I come in?"
He looked uncomfortable talking about this subject while out in the hall where anyone crawling by could hear, not that they'd remember it later. I nodded, ushered him in and then closed the door. It was safer for both of us this way anyway.
"I wanted to thank you for ... I don't know ... interfering with his rather obvious passes at me tonight."
"Passes?” I decided to play stupid. “I don't think he was making passes at you as much as he was just having some fun with the situation. Tristan does that with people and some-times it's perceived that he might be a little bit ... umm ... I'm searching for the right word here ... let me just throw this one out ... gay?"
"A little bit gay?” He asked in such a manner that it didn't sound like a question as much as it did sarcasm.
"Yeah.” It seemed perfectly plausible to me.
"Andy, he's a lot gay.” Alan peered at me like I had to be nuts not to have figured that one out. “I've only been here a semester and a half, but I've heard enough stories about that guy to fill a medical textbook."
"Really?” Well, of course he had. It seems everybody had. Hell, I wouldn't have been surprised if there'd been an entire class offered on the subject, and the only prerequisite was that I couldn't take it! “Kim wants to do him."
"Kim has unique taste in men.” Alan shifted to his other foot. “Anyway, I just wanted to come by and thank you for what you did. I'd actually wanted to talk to you last semester, but I guess I never had the nerve. Starting back at school is always kind of crazy, and the last thing you probably wanted to do was to talk to a freshman."
A few moments of silence passed and he started to look uncomfortable.
"I should go.” He turned to leave.
"You don't have to,” I told him simply.
"I don't want to.” He turned back around.
"Really, you don't have...” I didn't think I'd heard him correctly. “Wait. Did you just say you didn't want to?"
"Didn't you say I didn't have to?” He started to fidget.
"Why are you nervous?” I asked him.
"Why are you sweating?"
Was I?
"The real question is...” I moved closer to him. “...where is this going?"
Alan stared into my eyes, and I could see hesitation and even a little bit of fear, the very same things I'd experienced when I was with Jordan that first night. Was this even a legitimate comparison? How was it that some kid I barely knew and practically totally overlooked in a study group last semester could be standing in front of me here and now like this? There was definitely something going on here, and I could feel the chemistry, but was this real or just hormones?
Maybe this was something entirely new. Neither of us was going to be leaving the state in two days, and I had no intention of doing to him what Tristan had done to me. Unfortunately, I didn't have much experience in relationships or romance other than reading the “Sleeping Beauty” series by Anne Rice, and I don't think that necessarily qualified as romance. I had no intentions whatsoever of spanking Alan! Kim would have, but that wasn't me.
I reached out and slowly pulled him closer. He didn't resist—a good sign in my book—and pretty soon we were in a very comfortable embrace. This wasn't
"She's a lot drunk right now.” I laughed lightly. He had to leave before anyone saw him and told Kim he was down here! I could just see her waking the entire floor up by pounding on my door and demanding that I have sex with her if Alan didn't. “Anyway, I thought ... uh ... the two of you..."
"No.” Alan was nice about it, but emphatic at the same time. “I'm pretty sure she wants to. Actually, she kept hugging me and whispering ‘Oreo cookie’ in my ear, just like you said.” He shook his head. “She and I ... no more likely than you and that guy, Tristan.” Riiiight. So this was going to be a short conversation.
"What do you want?” I asked him humorously.
"Actually, it was about him. Can I come in?"
He looked uncomfortable talking about this subject while out in the hall where anyone crawling by could hear, not that they'd remember it later. I nodded, ushered him in and then closed the door. It was safer for both of us this way anyway.
"I wanted to thank you for ... I don't know ... interfering with his rather obvious passes at me tonight."
"Passes?” I decided to play stupid. “I don't think he was making passes at you as much as he was just having some fun with the situation. Tristan does that with people and some-times it's perceived that he might be a little bit ... umm ... I'm searching for the right word here ... let me just throw this one out ... gay?"
"A little bit gay?” He asked in such a manner that it didn't sound like a question as much as it did sarcasm.
"Yeah.” It seemed perfectly plausible to me.
"Andy, he's a lot gay.” Alan peered at me like I had to be nuts not to have figured that one out. “I've only been here a semester and a half, but I've heard enough stories about that guy to fill a medical textbook."
"Really?” Well, of course he had. It seems everybody had. Hell, I wouldn't have been surprised if there'd been an entire class offered on the subject, and the only prerequisite was that I couldn't take it! “Kim wants to do him."
"Kim has unique taste in men.” Alan shifted to his other foot. “Anyway, I just wanted to come by and thank you for what you did. I'd actually wanted to talk to you last semester, but I guess I never had the nerve. Starting back at school is always kind of crazy, and the last thing you probably wanted to do was to talk to a freshman."
A few moments of silence passed and he started to look uncomfortable.
"I should go.” He turned to leave.
"You don't have to,” I told him simply.
"I don't want to.” He turned back around.
"Really, you don't have...” I didn't think I'd heard him correctly. “Wait. Did you just say you didn't want to?"
"Didn't you say I didn't have to?” He started to fidget.
"Why are you nervous?” I asked him.
"Why are you sweating?"
Was I?
"The real question is...” I moved closer to him. “...where is this going?"
Alan stared into my eyes, and I could see hesitation and even a little bit of fear, the very same things I'd experienced when I was with Jordan that first night. Was this even a legitimate comparison? How was it that some kid I barely knew and practically totally overlooked in a study group last semester could be standing in front of me here and now like this? There was definitely something going on here, and I could feel the chemistry, but was this real or just hormones?
Maybe this was something entirely new. Neither of us was going to be leaving the state in two days, and I had no intention of doing to him what Tristan had done to me. Unfortunately, I didn't have much experience in relationships or romance other than reading the “Sleeping Beauty” series by Anne Rice, and I don't think that necessarily qualified as romance. I had no intentions whatsoever of spanking Alan! Kim would have, but that wasn't me.
I reached out and slowly pulled him closer. He didn't resist—a good sign in my book—and pretty soon we were in a very comfortable embrace. This wasn't
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