“That was such a great movie, I’m glad you rented it,” Leah said, stretching her arms over her head. She curled up on the opposite end of the couch from her best friend, and when she stretched he saw her creamy white skin, her belly button exposed.
“Yeah, it was pretty good,” Halim agreed. She caught him looking at her and blushed, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. She had beautiful soft skin, he longed to run his fingers over her flushed cheeks and through her light brown hair.
“Halim,” she giggled, pretending she had an itch and exposing several inches more flesh as the silk of her pink shirt pulled up from the waistband of her faded blue jeans. “What are you looking at?”
“The same thing I’m always looking at,” he said as he caught a fleeting glimpse of the pink lace bra that held her more than ample breasts.
“It’s not right,” she said. When she was nervous her accent, slightly southern and mostly smoothed over by the time they had reached college, showed through. “We’re friends and I don’t want to lose you as a friend. So quit looking, or thinking, or what ever it is that you are doing.”
He moved closer to her, stole a brief kiss before she pulled away. She crossed the room and he watched her as she paced back and forth. She had a great body, that was for sure. The snug jeans she wore didn’t even begin to mask the beautiful legs of a life-long dancer, or the round ass and hips that left his mouth watering. Her curves were in all the right places – such a rarity among the skinny little college girls on campus.
“We can’t,” she said.
He watched her pace and wring her hands. She was so beautiful when she was uncomfortable. “Why? I know we both want to.”
Again she blushed, looked down at her graceful feet as she spoke. “You’re my best friend, I want you to be my best friend.”
All Halim could think of was her body pressed against his, the contrast of her pale skin making his smooth caramel skin look that much darker. This was not the first time his body had ached for hers. This conversation had been a long time coming. All this time he had held off because of their friendship, but he couldn’t wait any longer.
From across the room he found her eyes, held them as he spoke. “How will we know if we don’t try?” he asked.
“I know,” she said, looking down at the ground and starting to pace again.
“So what’s the question then?” he asked.
There were tears in her eyes as she looked up at him. Her eyes seemed to take him in, six feet tall and well built. He had a nice face, with warm inviting eyes that had cried with her more times than she could count. She had longed to run her hands through his short hair for a long time, and to kiss his gorgeous chest…she shook the thoughts from her head and turned away again. “I don’t Halim. I just don’t know.”
He knew he had gotten to her, but he also knew it was a bad idea to push too far. “Don’t,” he said simply, and crossed the room to take her face in his hands and wipe her tears.
She leaned into those strong arms and he hugged her tightly.
“I’m gonna go,” he said, and she looked up to try to offer him a smile.
“I’ll call you later,”
“Alright.” He kissed her on the forehead and left her dorm room quickly. As he walked down the hall he half expected to hear her rushing after him, but it didn’t happen. None-the-less he wore a smile as he passed through the doors and crossed the courtyard to his own building, because he knew he had made Leah think, and that was enough…for now.
Leah looked around her now-empty dorm room and felt empty. Lately it seemed that more and more she hated it when Halim left, but…she was clueless about what it was that she actually wanted from him.
She walked over to the window and saw that a group of her girlfriends were sitting out on the lawn, chatting in the sun. It looked like a good place to be, so Leah grabbed her sunglasses, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out the door.
Her head was in the clouds, her mind was on thoughts of Halim when she walked out into the warm air. It was a beautiful sunny day, making her wonder what she had been doing inside in the first place.
“Leah!” Her friend Amy hollered and waved when she spotted her, a broad smile plastered across her face. She waved her over, and Leah sat down next to her, glad for the diversion. There were six girls sitting in the grass, not counting Leah, the usual crowd she had hung around with during her two years on campus.
“What are you guys up to?” Leah asked, dropping her bag behind her and using it to lean against as she stretched her legs out and got comfortable.
“Sex.” Someone quipped, and the others giggled.
Leah changed her mind about getting comfortable and sat up so she could see everyone. “Sex?”
Amy laughed and jabbed her playfully with her elbow. “It’s even better than that,” she said. “We were playing a game.”
“It’s fun,” Laura-Beth, the tiny blonde coed with the blue eyes and the perfect teeth laughed. “You have to play!”
“Okay, I’ll bite,” Leah said. “How’s it work?”
Amy and Laura-Beth explained the rules of the game and the others giggled nervously. The game involved one girl asking a question, and the other girls answering whether or not it was something they had tried. There was more than one blushing face in the group, Leah could tell the questions were prying.
“Okay, you ready?” Laura-Beth asked.
Leah nodded. “I suppose so.”
“It was Nicole’s turn,” Laura-Beth said, pointing at the quiet brunette.
Nicole looked around the group and giggled again. “Okay,” she said. “Have you ever given a boy a…blow job?”
Leah thought this was probably the first time those words had passed Nicole’s lips, and that made her laugh. She was laughing when she realized everyone was looking at her, it was her turn to answer first. She felt herself blushing as she formulated the answer in her head. “A few times,” she said.
“Did you enjoy it?” Nicole asked.
