We sit down to eat and have a remarkably normal meal considering only a few minutes ago, we’d been eating each other’s faces off. Fletch, the one who made me promise not to let things get weird after we kissed, seems to be the one who can’t relax and join us.

So we leave the dishes for him.

Chapter Four

It’s been a few days since the amazing kiss. The mileage I’ve gotten out of those few minutes is startling even to me. My fantasies are off the charts. Any time I’m alone, I pretty much have my hand in my panties. I get my orgasm, study, get another orgasm, study some more. Today, I force myself to work in the campus library after class so I can’t masturbate and actually have to get some work done. My mind still wanders. First to the kiss. Then to the sounds I heard coming from Shane’s room last night when I went to the kitchen to refill my water.

I thought maybe he had a girl in there with him. But no. He was alone. The sound of his flesh slapping in his hand accompanied by the, “Yeah. That’s it. Take all that cock in your pretty mouth,” followed by a growling hum was so sexy. I stood outside his door trying to imagine what his cock looked like. Who he was thinking about. I tried not to let myself believe it could be me he was imagining. My mouth. His cock. I ended up back in my room before getting to the kitchen. It was too much. My libido is stronger than even my biological need of water.

When I get home from the library today, I decide to refill my water bottle now so I won’t have to make any late-night trips to the kitchen. When I get in there, Fletch is searching the fridge for a snack. His round, biteable ass framed perfectly in the refrigerator door.

This is the first time we’ve been alone together since the kiss.

“Hey,” I say.

He turns, looking at me with a total deer in the headlights expression on his face. Then a slow smile builds across his face. “Hey, yourself.”

Awkward silence: check.

He pulls the water pitcher out of the fridge when he sees my bottle. “I’m sorry, Pen. I’ve been acting weird, and I made you promise not to. I...are you okay. With what happened?”

“Yes. I’m fine. I feel better now, actually. Like I won’t freeze up and freak out when I go to kiss a guy I really like.”

The quick tension freezes up his body for a second. “Right. A guy you really like.” He takes my bottle from me and pours the fridge water into it. “I just don’t want you to think you aren’t safe here.”

“I feel safe. The kissing was perfect.”