Corbin had the best view in the world. In white shorts that just barely reached below her cheeks, Jessica's taut, tiny bottom was right above face level. He couldn't decide if her butt was the better view or her long legs, gleaming from a recent application of lotion.
She handed another action figure back to him, but Corbin was too entranced by thoughts of pulling those shorts down and tugging aside her barely-there thong to run his tongue from her bud to her pussy. Every night since she and their friend Brooke gave him fiery lessons on oral, Corbin demonstrated to Jessica with wild enthusiasm his new skills. Brooke hadn't come around since, but Corbin didn't really notice. He was trying to figure out where he and Jessica stood.
They promised each other pretty early on that this was a "friends with benefits" situation. Jess was fresh off a bad breakup and Corbin knew he wasn't in her league. But still, he thought for a brief moment they might be rising towards something bigger. The same night of the oral lessons, Jessica came to him after Brooke had fallen asleep and they made love. Not fucked, but made love. It couldn't be called anything else. Her words that night - "I missed you" - rang in his ears, drove him forward, made him grin each morning he woke up in her bed. But while they had at least a bout of intense sex every night she came back from a babysitting job or him from his duties at the sports complex, they never repeated the lovemaking.
He tried to initiate it himself the night afterwards, but Jessica took over, bouncing on his cock with an enthusiasm that bordered on manic. She fucked him until his groin actually hurt from her slamming down on him. That had been fun, as had all the sex since then, but he craved that intimacy too, and wondered if it might have been too ephemeral to hold onto.
They still had that one night, though, and he could cling to that for years if he had to.
"You're staring again," Jessica said, wiggling her butt.
"Yuuuuup," Corbin agreed, grinning. He might have blushed just a week ago, but he knew by now Jessica liked him watching. He took the action figure from her and pinched her butt with his other hand. "Thinking about Brooke spanking you while you were sitting on her face."
"Mmm, that was fun," Jessica said as he dropped the action figure into a box. "Someday, one of us is going to have to teach you about anal."
Corbin nearly choked, but managed to croak out, "We could, uh, definitely go over the course material tonight if you wanted."
"Oh no. I'm saving that one. Special occasion or something. Or maybe just when I really can't take the wait any longer." She looked over her shoulder, grinning. "But I like it, just like Brooke, so once we do have it, I'll be wanting it now and again."
"I can... uh... I can handle that."
"Thought you could." She handed him another action figure.
Voices down the hallway broke out, Corbin's roommate Sam among them. Corbin winced. He thought he could get this done while Sam was gone. He wasn't sure his roommate would understand. Jessica told him with more women interested in him, it wasn't just his looks or his way of dressing that needed an upgrade, but the way he presented himself, and that included his half of his dorm room.
Sam burst through the door, grinning until he saw what was going on. "What are you doing?"
"Hi Sam," Corbin said, dropping another figure into the box.
"Hi," Sam said. He repeated himself. "What are you doing? You're not moving, are you?"
"No," Corbin said. "You're stuck with me. I'm taking down most my decorations. Time to let some of that stuff go, you know?"
Sam didn't respond to that. He sat on his bed, glancing up at Jessica's butt in her shorts as she grabbed another figure. Then he looked away, blushing. "Why?"
"Because things are kind of changing for me," Corbin said. "I need to be, I don't know, more presentable?"
"Oh. So this isn't... presentable."
"Sam," Corbin said, sighing. Like he expected, this was tanking.
"Should I go?" Jessica asked.
"No, it's all right," Sam said.
Corbin added, "Your half of the room is fine. Sam, that's not what I meant. I don't want to change anything about you. But my stuff, it needs to go." He took the last few action figures from Jessica.
"Sure," Sam said, swinging his legs up onto his bed and crossing his ankles. "Are you getting rid of it?"
"I'm probably just going to pitch the posters unless you want them. The action figures I'm going to try to sell online."
Sam shifted and looked at him. "Would you let me hang onto them? Just for a few months while I try to save up some money? Then if I can match whatever you'd get for them online, I'll buy them from you?"
Corbin blinked at him. "Yeah. That would be all right. Did I piss you off?"
Jessica turned and plopped down on the bed. She kept quiet, watching the two roommates.
"No. Things are just... getting weird, I guess. I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I'm happy for you. Hey, um, want to play Ark tonight?"
Corbin shook his head. "I can't. I'm going to be helping out Jessica and her friends with putting on the scavenger hunt." He was still unaware the Bends, the campus-wide party and scavenger hunt combo, was to raise money for repairs to his car and net him a little extra cash after some troubles he had with a couple of bullying football players.
"Did you want to come along?" Jessica asked. "We can always use more help and it's a lot of fun."
Sam stood up. "No. It's okay."
"There are always teams looking for another member, too," Jessica said. "Could play along if you've got a little extra cash."
"You don't have to do that," Sam said.
Corbin reached out to grasp his roommate's shoulder. "Sam, come on, man, you're obviously pissed."
"No, I just don't want to be invited to things out of pity. You got popular and that's really awesome. It is. But I don't want to be the roommate who stands around at the party because you have a really hot girlfriend." Sam realized too late what he'd said and his eyes bulged. Without a word, he darted for the door and ran out of there.
Corbin sat on the bed next to Jessica. "Damn. I'm sorry. I thought this was going to blow up in my face."
"We can put everything back up."
"No," he said. "I think you're right. It's time to be a little less childish."
"That's not what I said, Corbin."
"But it is what you meant."
She sighed. "Yes. I guess so. Are we really arguing about this? I just told you, I'd help you put it all back up. I'm not trying to dictate your life. I'm just trying to help you be the man you have the potential to be."
"But the man I am isn't enough," he said.
"Uhhh-gain, not what I said," Jessica said.
"And uhhhh-gain, it's what you meant," Corbin said, imitating her.
"Okay." Jessica headed for the door but spun and looked at him before she left. "You know what? You can go to the scavenger hunt alone tonight. When you're not acting like an asshole, give me a call."
"If you're not going, I'm not."
"You have to."
"I don't care about getting stupidly drunk and trying to get a picture kicking a field goal or something."
"No, you don't understand. You. Have. To. Go."
"Why?" Corbin asked.
"Because you're the stupid guest of honor, you... you..." She balled up her hands and hit her thighs.
"Guest of honor?" Corbin asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Urrrrrgh. Can you just not make me spoil everything and go? Please?"
"Jessica, what-?"
But she was already going, and slammed the door behind her.
* * *
"Goddamn it, Corbin," Jessica muttered to herself, trying to settle into her side-reclining leg lift. Usually yoga was her happy place and helped her relax, but today, she was in serious danger of pulling something.
How could he be so thick-headed? After she came home from babysitting the night before, it was still early enough they could talk after they fucked. She introduced him to one of her favorite positions, on her knees on the couch, her ass jutting out while he rammed her from behind with one foot up on the couch beside her. He took her so deep and so hard that way, and obviously it was good for him too.
Jessica nearly begged him to rip off the condom and come in her. Ever since they made love the night of Corbin's oral lessons, she couldn't shake the images of the last few frantic minutes of that lifechanging sex, of the growing need inside her for Corbin to come without a condom, to fill her with his warmth. She had to get her IUD reupped. It hadn't been all that long but the fantasy held a dangerous sway over her mind and she knew herself well enough to realize she would probably beg Corbin for it at some point, and him being him, he would happily fulfill her fantasy even if he had to know the risk.
But last night, after they fell apart and crashed on the couch beside each other, both of them sweaty and breathless, Corbin looked around and said, "You know, I really like how you decorated this place."
All her meaningful photographs were upstairs, the ones with friends and family. Downstairs, in the living room, Jessica decorated with relatively cheap art she found at a Ross's. Landscapes, mostly, but there was a trio of tree paintings she really liked in particular.
"Thanks."
