The Sophomore (College Years 2)

Watching her talk to Carson just now, though, did something to me. Twisted me up inside. Filled me with this weird, unfamiliar sensation that I can’t quite describe.

I think it’s jealousy.

I turn around on the barstool and watch her blatantly flirt with Carson. Well, as blatant as Ellie can be. She’s not that great at it. This is why guys treat her as a friend. She’s cute, but she’s not particularly flirty. She’s nice. Sweet.

Damn it, she’s beautiful and even though her T-shirt is stained and her hair is a bit of a mess, she’s got denim shorts on that make her legs look endless and I wonder what they would feel like circled around my hips while I drove myself into her…

I snap to attention when she makes her way over to the bar area. Turn around on my stool so I’m facing Chuck once more.

“You playing this weekend?” he asks me.

“I hope so,” I tell him. “Though I’m more of a pro-benchwarmer right now.”

Chuck laughs. “You’ll eventually get your chance.”

“Sure.” I sound doubtful because I am. Feels like I will never get my chance, which I’m okay with because swear to God, right now it feels like being on the football team is a break from real life. From making decisions that only involve me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I can smell Ellie. Her delectable, unique scent. I can also feel her anger. It’s a palpable thing. Aimed straight at me.

“Putting some of my tips to use, huh?”

The words fall out of me before I can even think.

She comes to a complete stop, glaring at me. “What do you mean?”

“Flirting it up with ol’ Carson over there. How convenient that he showed up tonight,” I mutter.

Ellie comes right up to the bar, standing to my left. I glance up at her, noting the shrewd look on her face. I think she has me all figured out.

Fuck, I hope not.

“Didn’t expect you to show up either,” she says.

I lift a brow. “I am your ride, after all.”

“You’re early.”

“I wanted to chat up Chuck.” I wave a hand toward him. He laughs.

“Right.” She draws the word out, like she doesn’t believe me.

This is the game we’re currently playing. We’re lying to each other. I’d bet major money that she hasn’t kissed three other guys. The story about making out and getting felt up with the fictional Justin?

All bullshit.

Gave me the excuse to feel her up though. Her tit fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. She shivered when I kissed her neck, and slowly but surely melted beneath me.

I’d also bet major money that it would be good with her. I could make her come easily with a few strokes of my fingers. What would she do if I put my mouth on her? Damn, what would she look like on her knees in front of me, her mouth stuffed full of my cock? Holy shit, that would be a sight to—

“Have fun talking to Chuck,” she says to me. “I still have a least an hour left before I can clock out.”

She walks away and I watch her go, appreciating the little twitch her butt makes with her every step.

“She’s a good girl,” Chuck says once she’s out of earshot.

“Yeah, she is,” I say miserably as I turn to face him once more.

“Your friend?”