“Wait, stay with me until I fall back asleep?" I pressed my lips together, hoping I knew him as well as I thought I did. I let go of his blanket slowly and laid back down, pulling the covers around myself again.

He stood there looking down at me for a long moment. When I was sure he was going to leave the room he nodded his head, "Scoot over.” I watched him sit on the bed like I was a leper and felt tears prick at my eyes. So he would be in the bed with me but he didn’t want to be close to me. What did I expect? I wasn’t his girlfriend. I wasn’t his cuddle buddy. I was just his friend and current study partner.

I closed my eyes tight and rolled over so my back was to him. I tried to clear my mind and then tried thinking about art history, baseball, The Bachelor. As soon as I saw the rose in my mind I felt his weight shift and felt his warmth against my back. A few times when we were hanging out late in his room we'd fallen asleep on his bed and I'd woken up with him spooning me but it had never started out that way. My heart started to thud loudly in my chest.

I tried to clear the thoughts in my head that were suddenly turning dirty. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lower lip. Oh my god, Elly. What are you doing? You seriously need to get laid.

I shifted a little, trying to see if he was aroused or just, being like a teddy bear. I could feel a little something, and as I wiggled, I felt a little more. Oh shit. I bit my lower lip a bit more.

"You not comfortable?" He asked me as I felt him turn his lower half a little.

I reached behind me before I knew why I was doing it and put my hand on his leg to keep him from turning.

"I'm fine,” I whispered softly. I removed my hand from his leg and slipped it back under the covers. I waited in the darkness to hear his breath deepen signaling that he was asleep.

I battled with myself internally on what to do next. Curiosity got the best of me and the little devil won out. I slowly, so slowly, lifted my arm from under the covers and reached it between our bodies, feeling for his crotch through his blanket and boxers.

Surprisingly, he was kind of hard, and larger than what I had remembered from when I caught him masturbating in his room so long ago.