“Yes. Yes I am.”
5
Jay
It’s a bit creepy showing up at her room like this, but she’ll get over it once I have her wrapped around my cock and begging for more.
Her roommate, Martha, is looking at me like all girls do; like she wants to fuck me. She’s cute, but I’m not interested. I’m interested in Emma. Beyond interested.
“She’ll just be a second,” she says, giving me the eye. I’m still wearing my robe and there’s an obvious bulge from my semi and she definitely notices. “So you don’t mind a little public nudity, huh?”
I shrug. “Nah.”
“Not embarrassed?”
“What’s there to be embarrassed by?” I ask.
“Hmm…” She nods. “By the way, if you break Emma’s heart, I’ll cut that off and you will have something to be embarrassed by.”
She points to my bulge and winks.
“Break her heart?” I reply. “What makes you think I’d do that?”
“What makes me think you wouldn’t?” she asks. “That’s what guys like you do. I think Emma should be able to handle you though.”
“Yeah, well, based on our interaction today, she doesn’t seem to want to handle me.”
Martha rolls her eyes. “She’s just shy. And completely inexperienced.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, perking up. “Completely inexperienced?”
Martha leans in and whispers. “You didn’t hear it from me, but Emma’s a virgin!”
By the ghost of Babe Ruth! Did I just hear what I think I heard?
“Sorry…say that again?”
Martha laughs softly. “I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but I just want you to know. She’s not some Instathot that’s gonna just do anal with you on the first date.”
“Eh, that’s fine.” I shrug. “I don’t like anal anyway.”
A virgin…I can hardly believe it. This girl just gets better and better. Not only has she completely knocked me on my ass, but she’s also untouched. Not only has no guy on campus had her, no guy has had her.
And I’ll be the first one.
I hear the door to the bathroom open behind me and turn to see Emma coming out, wrapped in a towel, hair wet, looking like a sex goddess of the ocean walking toward me. All it would take is one quick tug with my finger to pull that towel right off her and expose those curves to me.
I’m beside myself, but Emma doesn’t look too happy to see me.
“What the fuck,” she asks, stopping in front of me. She angrily puts one hand on her hip, accentuating her figure, “are you doing here?”
“What do you think?” I reply, giving her my best smile. “I came to see you.”
“Why would you do that?” she asks. I can barely process what she’s saying; her pouty lips are hypnotic. What I wouldn’t give to have my cock between them…
“Why do you think?”
“Can you two stop talking in questions?” Martha asks. “He came to take you out, Emma. Don’t act like you’re a ditz or something.”