So time passed quickly as we got into the day-in and day-out of college life. We didn’t have a lot of classes together, which was probably a good thing since it got us to be social besides with each other. We went to parties, learned to appreciate cheap beer, and even flirted with boys. But night after night, even when we did go out, we’d always end up back at our dorm room, just the two of us.
And I was pretty good with that.
I mean, yeah, there were cute boys at school, and it was exciting to be out in the real world knowing that we could make whatever decisions regarding that subject that we wanted to. But none of them ever seemed to make the cut, to either of us. The funny thing was, Anna and I had both waited all this time without giving it up, and all the while, we’d talked about how exciting college was going to be with experimenting with sex and all that.
Except now that we were here, we weren’t. Because now it seemed like it’d have been this big waste if we just gave it up to the first cute boys who said hi to us at college. Plus, college guys as it turns out, were gross, and crude, and obnoxious. Going out to parties at college always felt like you were being hunted by guys. Even the nice ones always acted like they were trying to swindle you out of something, and neither of us wanted anything to do with that.
And so there we were, a month into college. Two virgin best friends, living together. All we needed were some cats and a knitting hobby and we’d be the perfect cliche.
*****
It was three weeks into school, the weather outside grey and rainy, when I groaned and dropped the book I was studying into my lap. Okay, as much fun as I was having being out in the real world with my best friend, I had to admit it: I was homesick.
I sighed heavily, and Anna looked up as I made a face. “Do you want to home this weekend?”
“Oh my God, yes,” she said with a groan.
“Really?”
“Hell yes, Chris,” She said with a big grin. “And I’m bringing all the laundry to do, too.”
We started to laugh before she gave me a look, raising her eyebrows. “So, gonna make any plans to go over to Mr. Weaver’s house?”
I blushed furiously. Neither of us had really brought that up since that night on the phone, as if talking about Tyler would also bring up a conversation about what had happened on the phone that night. “Oh, uh, no, of course not,” I said quickly.
Anna grinned. “Oh relax, I’m only teasing.” She picked her book back up but then dropped it to arch a brow at me again. “But you have been thinking about it.
All the time.
I thought about what I’d seen and heard that night at Tyler’s house all the damn time. Mostly when I could hear the sounds of Anna’s breathing as she slept across the room, when I let my fingers slip over my clit and held my breath to keep from moaning out loud. I still had the panties he’d jerked his cock with, too. I mean, I’d washed them, but I still brought them out sometimes late at night and held them in my hand, feeling my pulse jump as I imagined him wrapping them around that huge cock of his and moaning my name.
Yeah, you could say I’d thought about Tyler Weaver just a bit at school. And the prospect of seeing him while I was home was…well, an enticement. It was playing with fire, and I knew that. But the thought of seeing him again, knowing what I knew, was thrilling.
“So I’ll call my mom to pick us up Friday night after class?”
I looked up at Anna’s voice. “Hmm?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, not thinking about Tyler Weaver at all, huh?” She grinned as she brought the book back up. “Guess you better pack a spare pair of panties.”
I threw a pillow at her as she convulsed into giggles.
Chapter 8
Tyler
“Another beer?”
I glanced at the near empty bottle in my hand and shrugged at Bob. “Yeah, why not. Thanks, man.”
“You bet.”
Bob Ames wasn’t the type of guy I’d ever thought I’d be friends with. For one, he didn’t have a musical bone in his damn body. I mean the guy owned fucking Enya CD’s for Christ’s sake. In any other world, or if I was still the guy I used to be, we’d be neighbors who smiled and said hi, and that’d be it. But he and I clicked when Rebecca and I had moved here. The accountant with shit taste in music who liked watching cspan, and the former rock star with a platinum record; buddies.
Getting older is strange, man.
But Bob and Helen were good fucking people, especially after the whole Rebecca thing had started to unravel. Helen was an attorney, and even thought I had my own guy on retainer, she’d definitely done a lot during the filing process.
Which, I might add, made the fact that I’d jerked off into their daughter’s panties even worse. It was like this weight on me whenever we hung out now.