"This shouldn't happen again, Colton," she says, her voice halting.
"Because you don't want it to happen again? Or because you're so hung up on the whole tutoring thing? Or," I go on, "because you're afraid that if I fuck you, you're going to like it?"
She doesn't respond. I watch her get dressed, first her bra, then shirt, and finally her skirt, the whole time thinking I should just confiscate her clothing and keep her here with me.
"I should go," she murmurs. "I've been up here for way too long. Your roommates are going to suspect something."
I reach for my shorts but I don’t put them on. "You don't have to go." God, I sound like a chick. I clear my throat and speak firmly. Lower. More manly. "I mean, it's whatever."
The expression on her face is conflicted, like she's torn between staying and leaving. This is just awkward as hell. I've never had an after-sex conversation. And this isn't even after sex. The extent of the conversations I have with girls I've fucked goes something like this: "Shut the door behind you when you leave. I have to get some sleep."
God, I'm an asshole.
"No, I need to go," she insists. She avoids making eye contact with me. Shit, maybe the whole mark my territory thing was over the line. But I can't help it when I'm around her. I have this feeling, some kind of primal urge, like she belongs to me.
That sounds pretty fucking crazy, really.
"Yeah," I grunt, shrugging nonchalantly, like what just happened is totally normal. Like it's every day that I jerk off in front of a girl and come on her pussy. Ten seconds ago, I was telling her what to do, ordering her to take her clothes off and finger herself in front of me. Now, afterward, I'm feeling nervous as hell. Me, Colton King, nervous. This girl makes me fucking uncomfortable.
“Yeah.”
"Either way. You know. Whatever," I mumble back.
Way to go, Colton. Whatever is totally the right thing to say when you just jerked off on a virgin.
Cassie gives me a funny look. "Yeah. Um. Whatever. I'll see you at the tutoring session."
I get my balls back. Fuck this not-touching-her bullshit. That was just stupid. I pull her against my naked body, pressing her hips up against my cock.
"Colton," she whispers, a warning.
I don't let her speak. I press my lips against hers and she melts against me as her tongue finds mine. I kiss her, my hands immediately pulling the sides of her skirt up so that I can run my hands across her skin, cup her ass.
Yep, not touching her was a fucking stupid idea. I don't want to stop touching her.
"Colton!"
That was not Cassie's voice.
I pull away from Cassie, who looks at me with wide eyes. "Who is that?" she hisses.
Now I groan louder. "Just a second, mom."
Cassie's expression turns to a panicked one. "That’s your mother?" she hisses, her voice going up an octave even in whispered form.
I roll my eyes and pull on my cargo shorts. Great timing, mom.
"Oh, don't worry about me, honeybun," my mom yells from outside the door. "I'm just letting you know I'm here early and I'm going down to the kitchen. You boys need a good meal."
Cassie puts a hand over her mouth to hide a giggle.
I pull my t-shirt over my head. "Don't laugh," I say. "You don't have to deal with her."
Cassie snorts. "Whatever you say, honeybun."
"That's nothing," I grumble. "When Drew and I were growing up she used to call us honeybun and honey-two."
"You have a brother?" Cassie asks. She bends over to pick up her messenger bag and puts the strap on her shoulder.
"He's my twin," I tell her. "He's in South Carolina."
"Playing football?" she asks.
"Baseball."
She slides her palms over the fabric of her skirt. "Do I look…?"
"Like you just came?" I finish for her.
Cassie drops her bag on the floor. "Oh my God, I need to wash my hands," she blurts out, running into the bathroom. When she comes out, she gives me a sheepish look. "Are you sure we don't look like anything happened?"
"You look as pure as the driven snow," I say.
"Funny," she shoots back. "You're a real comedian."
Stepping outside of my room, I look over the staircase to see my mother directing my roommates to help with unloading bags of groceries.
"Spaghetti okay with you boys?" I hear her ask, as she carries two loaves of bread through the living room.
"Hell yeah, Mrs. K," Emmett calls back. "Are there cookies in one of these containers?"
My mom catches sight of me coming down the stairs and immediately pushes the loaves of bread onto Jack-off as he passes by her. She squeals. "Oh, my little baby Colton!" she sings in her thick southern accent, her arms wide open.
From behind me, I hear Cassie giggle.
Yeah, it’s totally not embarrassing at all to have your mother show up when you're in the middle of feeling up your tutor and then have her call you her “little baby” right in front of her.
"Hey, mom," I call as I walk down the stairs. "I thought you weren't coming until later?"