It was a slow Thursday night, and once again Thomas found himself hanging out in Abbie Parker's dorm room. Normally he would be out with Steve trying to get into the frat parties, but his geek of a roommate was studying for his chemistry midterm. He had just been with Sylvia the night before, another girl he thought he liked but in reality, just kind of liked fucking. If he hit her up again tonight, it would send the wrong message.
So instead of doing anything fun, he was shooting the shit with dorky Abbie Parker.
"What did you call this drink again?" Abbie said, sipping on a red solo cup filled with lemonade and three shots of UV Blue vodka.
"The Jolly Rancher." Thomas grinned, taking a sip of his cup and leaning the cheap desk chair in Abbie's room backwards, resting his elbow on her tidy desk behind him. He and Steve were pretty sure that they were the first freshmen to come up with the ingenious combination.
Abbie giggled, hugging her knees closer to her chest as she took another sip. She was sitting cross legged across from him on a beanbag on the floor of her dorm room, hugging one of the frilly pink pillows from her bed. Abbie had been in her pyjamas when Thomas knocked on her door, faded pink cotton sleep shorts and a loose polyester t-shirt with the university's logo printed bold. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. Thomas wondered if she was hugging the pillow to her chest to hide her breasts or her stomach.
Thomas thought Abbie was a little bit chubby, but in a cute way. She wasn't fat, but she had generous curves that gave her wide hips and a nice pair of tits for her short frame. She had cherub cheeks and mid-length ash blonde hair with adorable bangs framing her be-spectacled face. The thick framed glasses she always wore made her look incredibly dorky, but also gave her a bit of a wide-eyed look that Thomas liked. He couldn't help but notice how her sleep shorts dug into her thighs when she was sitting down, creating a nice little roll of thigh that the primal part of his brain wanted to dig his fingers into. He often tuned that part of his brain out; it was hard to be friends with girls otherwise.
"Well, it tastes better than the last drink you brought over here." Abbie said, breaking Thomas out of his reverie.
"Yeah? You didn't like spiced rum and mountain dew?" Thomas replied.
"I think I'd rather swallow a load from a sweaty hockey player."
"Abbie Parker!" Thomas exclaimed, nearly spitting out his drink. "You watch your mouth!" He said jokingly.
Abbie just smirked and waggled her eyebrows. "Oh, you can make sex jokes and I can't?"
"You are such a dork." Thomas said teasingly.
Abbie shrugged and returned to sipping her drink. They went back to talking about shows on Netflix they were watching, professors they found annoying, and gossip around the dorm of people recently hooking up. Thomas had always found Abbie easy to talk to, ever since their class together in Intro to Physics. He happened to sit next to her and found out that even if she dressed a little frumpy and had ridiculously nerdy looking glasses, she was entertaining to chat with. Since last semester, Thomas found himself knocking on Abbie's door with a new concoction whenever he had nothing better to do. She usually grimaced and made fun of him for his experimental drinks, and he found a weird joy out of getting a reaction out of her.
Steven usually made fun of him and joked that he should just fuck her and get it out of his system. But Thomas didn't see Abbie in that way exactly. She was cute, but he liked talking to her. He couldn't imagine using her the way that he used girls like Sylvia. Not to say that Abbie and her tits didn't show up on the odd night satisfying himself.
Thomas shook those thoughts away, noting that the drinks he made must be very strong.
"Hey so, um..." Abbie began, looking away to a corner of her room, "how are things with Sylvia?"
"Yeah, I mean, fine I guess." Thomas said. Things definitely were not fine. Sylvia had been needling him about wanting to be exclusive. He was still deciding whether it was worth being with someone that he wasn't that interested in talking to just so that he could keep having sex with her.
"What's up?" Abbie asked, now folding her legs with the pillow in her lap. She leaned forward in the beanbag chair, and Thomas wondered if she intentionally perched her boobs on the frilly pillow.
"Yeah, just sex stuff, like..." Thomas paused, thinking on whether he should continue.
"Like what?" Abbie tilted her head to one side.
"Like...I don't know. Sex is fine. It's cool with Sylvia and all but, I think she's getting really fixated on blowjobs." Thomas knocked back a big gulp of his drink, finishing it off and quickly moved to prep another.
Why did I just say that to her? Jesus Christ...
Just as Thomas thought that Abbie would get weird, she laughed.
"Is that a bad thing?" She said, "Oh, pour me another too please." She handed him her cup.
Thomas shrugged, focusing on mixing the drinks as he talked.
"I guess not, but I mean...I just don't think I really enjoy them that much." His face reddened.
"Are you serious?" Abbie said, "I mean that's fine, but what don't you like about them?"
He thought about this. "Well, I guess I have really had only one other blowjob from a girl other than Sylvia...but every time we're about to fuck she starts by giving me a blowjob to get me you know, ready for the next bit..." He trailed off, wondering if he and Abbie were the kind of friends to be talking about this.
Abbie was a silent a while, taking sips of her drink. "This is pretty strong huh?" She said softly.
"Yeah." Thomas said, instantly regretting suddenly opening up about his sex life. What if this one, weird conversation messed up what they had, and she didn't want to hang out with him anymore because she felt uncomfortable? Thomas like to think of her as just '
Dorky Abbie'
but the idea of not being able to knock on her door bothers him.
