Ward sat in his bedroom in the large apartment, trying to ignore but inevitably listening to the loud argument between his roommate Fred and Matt's girlfriend Lydia. He had heard it all before anyway.
They had been going together for what must be seven months now, and for just about all that time Fred had been working on getting Renee into his bed. But Lydia was a virgin and would rather stay that way than give it up to somebody whom she wasn't sure would stick around after sticking it in her, as she put it once.
Ward certainly could understand that, but then his own inclination was to want a stable relationship with a woman, whether they were charring, dating, or trying for a world record for continuous balling. Though his preference was toward that last.
Especially since it had been six weeks since he got any. That was when he had broken up with Cecilia, his girlfriend of a year or so. Cecilia had been enthusiastic and agile in bed for almost all of that time - with Ward and at least three other guys in that year, he found out.
Thinking about that, added to the conversation in the other room, made Ward very uncomfortable. He wished he could just get out of there - but the only way out was through the outer room, and the last time he walked through an argument between those two, it stopped them dead, except for shouting at each other over the telephone for two weeks, and Fred was hell to live with for all that time.
Not that he was all that easy most of the time. Fred had a problem with self esteem - too much of it, too little of it justified. Ward liked Fred, but sometimes it was a strain to do it.
That was part of the problem here, since Fred could not see why he wasn't the perfect person to pop Lydia's cork and demonstrate his masterful sexual technique all over her body. Not that Kyle couldn't appreciate the intent there; Lydia was lively and cheerful, and would probably be also lively in bed, especially with someone who would make her happy.
Kyle though for a moment about how he would like himself to take Kydia and expose her and open her up to, er, new possibilities. But he turned away from that - as long as she was Fred's girlfriend, she was off-limits.
The argument had reached a point that none of them ever had before, with both of them screaming obscenities continuously. Or no; what Lydia said avoided the dirty words, and was the more vehement and cutting for it. What Fred called her she obviously wasn't, however much he might want her to be
Then the front door slammed. Kyle assumed that Lydia had gotten fed up and left - until he heard crying from the next room.
When he stuck his head out, there was Lydia, five foot five of nice body in a tight pale green gown, plainly ready to celebrate a seven month anniversary. When she lifted her tear-filled eyes to Ward, he was frightened at how beautiful she looked to him, even then.
"Oh..." she said, wiping her green eyes and brushing her red hair back. "Fred didn't tell me your were here."
"No matter," he replied. If Lydia had stormed out, he could deal with Fred by not dealing with him, just leaving for several hours until things settled down a little. Crying women he had little experience with. Crying women brought out a whole mix of emotions he wanted to avoid, especially with a woman he wanted to be cautious toward anyway.
"Uh... If there is anything I can do to help, let me know," he added. Had he just made things worse?
He started to turn back into his bedroom, when the voice came: "I don't know if I should, but... Could you give me a hug? I really want +something.+"
Lydia stepped toward him and he walked forward, if only to keep her from entering him bedroom. Not that he would mind, but the irony would be too much, if you follow. His arms went around her easily, and being seven inched taller than her at least meant there was no danger of kissing her without intending to. He would have to bend down for that - though going down with her - he jerked his mind away.
She sighed and settled against him. Her breasts were a little large for her body, he knew, but this time there was a difference. They were not supported by a bra tonight, and this fact added to her presence and her closeness and his state of mind to bring a strong reaction. Pressed to him, she could fel it too. It was that kind of reaction.
"Ward," she said into his chest.
"Yes?" he said nervously, wondering if she was insulted by his erection.
"You don't think I'm a tease or terrified, do you?"
He stammered, "I - I don't... I'm not the one... No, you don't seem terrified to me. I can see why you feel the way you do about these things. I can appreciate it." I can really appreciate feeling you, he said to himself.
"Your roommate doesn't," she said.
"Maybe he doesn't think he deserves you," said Ward, trying to defend Fred half-heartedly.
"Oh, I doubt that very much. But I've decided that he would be right if he did."
Lydia reached her hands up and pulled his head down, and her tongue shot into his mouth with a vigor he had hardly ever met before.
