"God, I'm so horny!" Shelly said.
I laughed.
"Omigod, I can't believe I said that."
"Don't about it," I said.
"But it's true."
Shelly was always saying things like that and then apologizing. It was cute. She was cute. She lived across the hall from each other in the dorm and by the second week we were best friends.
"What happened to that guy you were supposed to hook up with tonight?" I asked.
"I don't know. Some friends of his are in town. They're annoying. We're supposed to meet up later but I don't know. What about you?
"I'm just tired."
"Me too."
We were hanging out together in my room. My roommate was gone for the weekend and I enjoyed not having to put up with her. Shelly and I had spent the whole day together by this point; we'd gone to the gym together that morning and spent the rest of the day shopping and then hanging out in my room in our seats and T-shirts watching DVDs.
"If I went out I'd have to change and fix my hair and everything. It's not worth the trouble."
Shelly was lying on my roommate's bed. I was staring at her. She was a really cute girl, about 5'4" with long blonde hair, blue eyes and beautiful creamy tan skin that some blonde girls have. She had a cute little nose. I was about the same size, with brown hair and green eyes. My tan was a little darker that her. I'd worked at the beach that summer and my skin was still very dark.
"Hunter?" She asked.
"What?"
"What are you staring at?"
"I'm sorry." I turned away and looked over at the TV set. We were watching some dumb '80s movie.
"That's OK," she said.
Now she was one doing the staring. I looked her. She turned away and we both laughed and then fell silent for few more minutes.
"I'm still horny," she said.
"So go masturbate."