"Coming over tonight?"
"My ass is seriously dragging."
I stopped looking at the Google research results on my laptop and turned my full attention to Jerrod's voice on my cell phone.
"Rough practice?"
"Yeah, coach had us running with full pads and taking a fucking thousand reps. Guess he didn't want another close fucking call like last Saturday."
"Poor baby," I offered with a hint of sarcasm. Jerrod liked nothing better than being on the football field with his teammates. The harder and dirtier, the better as far as he was concerned.
"I could make some mac 'n cheese and give you a backrub," I offered.
"Tempting," he said.
"But, not enough?"
"How about you throw in a couple beers, a hand job and I'll be there."
"Deal," I said not letting my irritation seep through. "But, pick up the beer on the way."
"I'm kinda tapped."
"I'll pay you for it."
"Uh, I don't have any coin."
It was so typical of Jerrod. What he had in male beauty, he lacked in sensitivity and social graces. It also got to me that he was on a full ride because of a football scholarship, yet always complained about money.
"Ok. I'll go and get some. How much?"
"Are you going to have any," he asked.
"No, I'll just watch you drink."
"Ok."
God, I really needed to dial back the sarcasm. It always went completely over his head.
"Actually, I might like some."
"Sure, then get a 30 pack."
"Good, maybe I can offer one to Jess."
"Uh, probably, well, ok, I guess so."
I hung up. Shaking my head I knew that Jerrod would also lug whatever remained back to his dorm. God forbid he should leave some in my apartment.
I quickly took all the notes I needed from my web search and closed Google. In the kitchen, I put together a home-made double batch of mac 'n cheese. I sometimes wondered why I bothered. Jerrod would just as happily eat a couple packages of the Kraft orange crap. Must be my own pride that drove me to make it from scratch.
I knocked on my roommate's bedroom door and announced that Jerrod would be coming over.
"Ugh, the place will smell like dirty jocks for a week," she called back.
Pushing open the door, I saw her sitting cross-legged on her bed with books scattered all about her and her laptop perched in her lap.
"You told me you got off on the scent of a man."
Jess looked at me over the rims of her black frames. "Scent I like. Stink, not so much."
"I think he showered," I said. "It should be ok. I'm making my grandma's mac, join us?"
"Only if I can fix my plate first. The last time I nearly lost a hand when he started filling his plate."
"He's a big boy."
Jess grinned, "So, I hear."
"You're naughty," I said laughing.
"Yeah, and you scream loud enough to scare the neighbors. Plus, you always seem to work in a reference on the size of his dick to our conversations the next day."
"It is rather impressive," I said recalling how it filled me.
"I think it draws too much blood supply from his brain. I detect major atrophy occurring above the neck."
"Possibly. I can assure you there is no atrophy between his legs, when it's finally up and ready."
"Ugh, you're gross."
"You're horny and jealous."
"Horny? Always. Jealous? Not of Jerrod Jerk."
"Now, you're hurting my feelings."
Jess leaned back on her elbows. She looked at me, holding my gaze.
"Honestly, Susan, would you be cutting him all this slack if he weren't six-five with unfuckingbelievable six-pack abs, and a semi-cute face. And, oh, wait for it, a purportedly huge cock."
"Since you put it that way," I said. "Not a chance."
We both laughed. Jerrod was definitely eye-candy. He was not a total asshole, but he was extremely close to being that. He tended to be self-centered. He could screw, though. Well, he could screw once I got him up. Sometimes I was dealing with a dead snake for quite a long time. But, I was resourceful and could usually breathe life into the unresponsive. Besides I kinda enjoyed playing with his dick when it was soft. It was the best toy I ever had.
For right now, sex was enough. I'm too young to get serious with anyone. And, it certainly wouldn't be with a jock who thinks that pursuing a degree in sports theory, aided by three tutors who could only get him up to a C, was the same as my physical therapy degree, which would give me my doctorate.
I straightened up the kitchen and put out bowls and silverware. I skipped the candle since the effort would be totally lost on Jerrod.
I had just enough time to run down to the corner market and pick up the beer, some ice cream and chocolate chip cookies for dessert. I knew what my man wanted. I hoped he knew what I wanted tonight, but I doubted it. Sunday was our best day for sex. Lately, that was our only day for sex. There were no practices on Sunday. Once the week started, he usually put all his energy into football. Wednesdays, when he'd come over, was not a time he seemed to be interested in satisfying my needs. He never refused a hand job or even a bj, however.
Jess emerged from her room and saw me lugging the massage table into the living room.
"Dinner and a massage?' she said. "God, he will be so appreciative. He might even grunt."
"Put your claws back in, dear," I said.
"So, what am I supposed to do while you're working over the slab of meat?"
"Duh, what you do every night. Stay in your room and study. No, there's something else. Let me see. Oh, yeah, and masturbate to internet porn."
"You are such a Beee-itch!" Jess threw a pillow from the couch in mock fury. We both knew each other attended to our needs on a regular basis.
"At least, turn up the TV," she said, "So the Jerk doesn't hear my vibe."
"No problem. I'll probably be doing the same later."
