I narrowed my eyes. “Well, maybe it would be better to date people outside of that frat,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Frat boys are beastly.” I smirked. “I should know. I was Sigma Chi.”
“Oh my gosh,” Hannah said, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, that’s not too bad. You should really see our campus. It’s awful,” she added.
“Are you free later?”
Hannah smiled and bit her lip. “You mean tonight?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, leaning in close and smirking. “Unless you have plans to break another one of your sisters’ hearts.”
“Oh my gosh, no!”
“Then come to dinner with me,” I said. “You’ll have fun, I promise. I’m a firefighter, by the way,” I added casually, knowing how much chicks loved hearing that. “So I need to eat a lot of protein.”
“I’m on the gymnastics team,” Hannah said proudly. “So I eat protein, too.”
I made a show of looking over her tight, taut body. “I can tell,” I said. “Seven-thirty sound good?”
Hannah nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. She bit her lip. “I’m in 4-C,” she added.
I s
mirked and waved my hand jauntily through the air before whistling my way into my apartment. Hannah seemed like the perfect antidote to my growing obsession with Molly. After all, there was no way I could ever do anything with Molly other than fuck her. Rob and the other guys would give me shit for years if they saw me out with a whale like her.
But Hannah fit the bill perfectly.
I took a nap, then a long shower. I jacked off in the shower, trying to imagine Hannah’s face. But Molly kept popping into my head, and I wound up coming with the thought of her lips wrapped around my pulsing member.
I waited until ten minutes after seven-thirty before going to Hannah’s apartment. I did that often – making chicks wait just a little bit made them want me more. Sure enough, Hannah opened the door in a little black dress that pushed her tits together and make them look luscious. She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at me.
“Wanna come in for a drink first?” Hannah giggled. “I’m always hungrier after a glass of wine or two.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that true? Should I keep a bottle by the bed?”
Hannah flushed, but she laughed, too. “You’re bad,” she said playfully, stepping away from the door. Her feet were strapped into high heels that made her almost as tall as me. Her legs were lean and graceful – she moved almost like a doe or a gazelle.
“What’ll you have?” Hannah called from the kitchen. Her apartment was mostly unfurnished, but very young and girly. Like Molly’s bedroom , I thought. Shit. Stop thinking about her! You’re with the next Playboy Bunny of the Month!
“Beer is fine, whatever you have,” I replied, sinking down onto the cream leather couch.
Hannah came back with a seductive smile on her face and a frosty mug of beer. In the other hand, she held a glass of white wine. She sat down next to her, her tan thigh brushing against my pants.
“Thanks for asking me out,” Hannah said. “I have a feeling I’m going to be like, totally blacklisted from the university.”
I laughed. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Twenty-one.”
I smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I said.
“I hope so,” Hannah said. She stared at me for a long time and licked her lips. I knew she wanted me to kiss her, and the same thrill of the chase flared inside of me. But it wasn’t like it had been with Molly. Hannah was still guarded, she wasn’t showing me her true self. She was playful, coy, dressed to the nines and covered with makeup.
Strangely, I wasn’t attracted to her at all.
What’s wrong with me , I wondered as I drank my cold beer. Normally I’d be all over a hot piece of ass like her, she’s practically throwing herself at me.
“So,” Hannah said. She licked her lips again. “You’re a firefighter, right? That’s brave,” she added. “My older brother volunteers, but he wants to be an EMT when he gets out of school.”
I nodded, trying to look both humble and gifted at the same time. “As soon as I killed my first fire, I knew it was the only thing for me,” I said archly. “It’s like it’s in my blood.”