A drunk Julian was no fun. His eyes steeled and his jaw set taut. “You have been no fucking fun since you moved in. I put my ass on the line to get you a place here, thinking we would have some fantastic partying ahead, but it’s like being roommates with a fucking boring nun. What is your problem, man? Can you not get it up or something? Madelyn is sweet pussy, and she already told me she would put out for you. Don’t you want that? Are you like gay or something? Because that is fine, I can find you some cock to play with.”
I pushed him to get him out of the door so I could close it again.
“Go back to the party, dude. I’m not gay, or a nun. Fuck, man, I just do not want to party tonight. I have other, better, plans.”
“Oh, so that’s it, is it?” Julian sneered. “You think you are fucking better than us. Well, you have a week to vacate this room. You are not staying here if you are too good to party with us.”
I put my hands up. “Fine. I will move. I only just moved in but I will move the hell back out. When are you going to grow up, Julian? You had all that shit at Lincoln High with Candy, and you are still getting drunk out of your head and acting like you have beef with everyone. The alcohol gives you issues, dude and the sooner you realize that the better.”
“The only thing, I realizzze,” Julian slurred, “Is that everyone has a fucking opinion on my life and what I should do with it and they should all just back off and mind their own goddamn business. Now I am going back to the party to enjoy myself and score a prime piece of ass. For the last time, you coming?”
“No.” I crossed my arms across my chest.
“Fuck you, Garrett.” He staggered off back in the direction of the whooping and hollering coming from downstairs.
After that I didn’t feel like getting Mer up here. I wasn’t in the mood to be playing games behind trees. I just wanted her in my arms.
Garrett: Change of plans. I’m getting a cab to yours.
Mer: Everything okay?
Garrett: Yeah. See you soon.
When Mer opened the door to me her face was a picture of concern. “What’s wrong?” She said.
“I can’t deal with it, Mer. The party tonight. My roommates were all like adolescents who had discovered their dicks for the first time. Getting wasted, playing juvenile games like spin the bottle and truth or dare, messing girls around hoping for some action. I know we were going to do the tree thing, but I needed out of there.”
She smiled. “It is not like a desperate thing that we fuck behind a tree. We can do that some other time.” She took my jacket from me. “You fancy a beer, or have you had enough to drink?”
“No, a beer would be great.” I answered.
We snuggled up close on the couch watching tv. We weren’t rushing to get each other’s clothes off. Mer had read me correctly that I needed to chill after the party debacle. I enjoyed drinking my beer, curling up with my woman. That was all I needed in life, not the shit from Granger Lodge.
“Julian is kicking me out of my room,” I told her. “Apparently I am no fun.”
Mer turned to me. “Which shows that he does not know you at all because I think you are a lot of fun.”
“I will have to see if I can get back into some student accommodation on campus. I am going to look a whole heap of dumb at student services tomorrow when I only just moved out a month ago.”
“Maybe he will cool off when the alcohol wears off,” she replied. “If you are stuck for a few days, you can stay here.” Her body stiffened. “No pressure, you don’t have to, and it could only be for a couple days.”
I pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you. And I know I couldn’t stay here long term. It is too risky. One year, Mer. One year and we can do what the hell we like.”
“It’s so long,” she moaned.
“It will pass quickly.” I nibbled her earlobe. “I know things we can do to make the time pass even faster.”
It was the first time we had admitted we might be in this for the longer term. Meredith relaxed back against the couch and I placed our drinks down and moved over her body, capturing her lips with my own. We were both fully dressed, and we made out for ages, kissing, nibbling, stroking. No risky, forbidden fucking, just savoring each other and enjoying being close.
Mer began to rub her jeans clad core against my leg.
I pushed back on my arms and gazed down at her. “You want to move this to the bedroom?” I asked, raising a brow and looking at the bed just a short distance away.
“No, I’m okay here, if you are,” she replied. “I never fucked on my couch before.”
That was all she needed to tell me. The thought of claiming her, owning her in a place where no man had fucked her before, made my cock instantly erect.
Pulling her tee over her head I cast it to the floor and then shucked off her jeans, leaving her in just her underwear. I was in no rush. I stood and removed my own clothes, except for my briefs and then I moved us so her body was laid on top of my own, crushing my lips to hers. My tongue entered her mouth, dancing with hers languidly. After a time, I flipped her over and trailed my mouth and tongue down her neck, feeling her shiver as I did so. I moved down to her breasts, unhooking her bra from behind and releasing the creamy orbs. Her nipples pebbled as I grazed my teeth over them in turn, alternating with soft taps to her swollen nubs and pressing them between my fingers and rubbing. Her body undulated below mine as she became more turned on.