The studying paid off. I’m pretty sure I killed my last final. If I scored at least a ninety, that would bring me up to a B in Dr. Canton’s class to go with all my other As I nailed this semester. It’s a huge improvement over last semester and should keep me my scholarship.
Aimee, Dee, Mike, and Nate all decide to go out to The Bowl again tonight, and this time I join them. It’s loud and packed, everyone out for one last good time before heading home for the summer. We dance as a group and in pairs, everyone rotating so Aimee doesn’t feel like a fifth wheel. Mike is a junior and the only one of us who’s twenty-one. He buys us all a few rounds of beer on the sly. We’re laughing and sweating and dancing until The Bowl closes down at two and throws everyone out.
“I think I’ll hang out with Dee and Mike for a while,” Aimee says with a wink at me when we get back to the dorm. My cheeks heat when I realize by the look she gives me that she heard us last night. “Maybe a half hour or so? Does that sound okay?”
My smile is really more of a cringe. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
Nate closes the door to our room and throws me onto the bed. “You hear that, woman? We’ve got a half hour to get nasty.”
I sit up on the edge of the bed and give him an incredulous look. “Did you just call me ‘woman’?”
He yanks his T-shirt over his head and thumps on his chest with his fists like a gorilla, except I think he thinks he’s being a caveman. “Me man. You woman.”
I shrug. “Guess I shouldn’t complain. It’s a big improvement over ‘baby girl.’”
He stops pounding on himself and looks stricken. “What’s wrong with baby girl?”
I think about Caiden, how I really was too much of a baby to be with him. “Just not how I like to think of myself.”
He juts his chin and gives a nod. “Okay, I’ll just call you ‘woman’ from now on.” He undoes his jeans as he saunters over. He wedges between my knees and pulls out his stiffy. “Dick, meet woman. Woman, this is Dick.” He grins dimples down at me as he braces his knees against the mattress between my legs and presses his pelvis forward, so his hard-on is right in my face. He laces his fingers around the nape of my neck and his eyes flash. There’s no question what he’s asking for.
I’ve never gone down on anyone but Caiden.
I try to block the thought as I take Nate’s dick in my hand and lean forward. When I part my lips over the head, he grasps the back of my neck and plunges himself deeper into my mouth.
“Fuck, yeah, woman,” he groans. “You’ve got lips that were made for this.”
I suck on him and he pumps into me, gagging me more than once. I expect a heads up or something when he’s getting close, but instead, he grasps me tighter by the hair and thrusts hard into the back of my mouth, unloading down my throat.
He growls as he comes, then his hands loosen in my hair. “I love you, baby.”
I swallow and take my mouth off him. “I love you too.”
I go to the bathroom a few minutes later and get ready for bed. On the way back, I knock on Dee’s door to tell Aimee it’s okay to come back in. But when Dee opens the door, Mike is gone and, where Aimee had been laughing when we got home, now she’s bawling into Dee’s pillow.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Erik sent a sort of weird text,” Dee says with a cringe. “Said he’d been thinking about some things and he and Aimee needed to talk when he gets home next week. She thinks he’s breaking up with her.”
“Shit.” I go over to her and sit on the edge of the bed. “Hey, Aim? Why don’t you come back to the room? We can pop some popcorn and watch a movie or something.”
She lifts her face out of the pillow. “I really don’t want to seem this needy in front of your boyfriend,” she says, sitting up.
“He’s not that sensitive to stuff like this. If the movie’s got car chases and explosions, he probably won’t even notice you’re crying.”
She smiles a little. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
She gives Dee a hug and I guide her back across the hall. When we open the door, Nate’s sprawled shirtless on my bed. At least he had the good sense to fasten his pants.
I pick up his T-shirt, where it still lays crumpled on the floor near the door, and toss it at him. “We’re going to put in a movie.”
“What you got?” he asks, tugging his shirt on and going to Aimee’s box of DVDs under the TV in the corner.
“I don’t even remember what I brought,” she says. “Just pick whatever looks good.”
He comes out with one of the X-men movies and Aimee goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed as he queues it up in the player.
“What’s going on?” Nate asks while she’s gone.
“Her three-year boyfriend is breaking up with her.”
He pulls a face, and I think he’s getting ready to make some crack about needy chicks or something. He shocks me by saying, “That sucks. She seems like a decent kid.”