go, yeah, there are some hot ones on campus.” My voice cracks when I think of Andi, hot and naked, and I inadvertently look back at my bed as I cough, trying to mask the embarrassment.
When I look back towards him, I see Knox’s eyes narrow, and I watch them as they search the room behind me. I try to block his view, and he just gives me a knowing look.
“Anyone special, Cohen?” he asks, and I shake my head in vehement denial.
“Nah, not yet. It’s only been a week, Knox. And I’m not exactly looking for a girl. I have my studies to focus on.” I know I probably don’t sound convincing. Truth is, I can’t get Andi off my mind, and it’s unnerving.
In high school, I was always more focused on my studies than girls. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had my fair share of dates, but any relationship was superficial at best, and the girl usually got tired of me spending most of my time in the lab or the library. Suffice it to say, I’ve never had a serious girlfriend, and college isn’t going to change that. In fact, it’ll probably be even harder to maintain a relationship as I try to work my ass off to get into med school.
“Hey now, who said anything about serious? You’re far too serious as it is for an eighteen-year-old kid. I was just curious about your first week. I’m even more curious as to how you ended up with a pair of panties on your floor if you haven’t met any girls who’ve interested you this week.”
I whip around, my eyes scanning the floor until I see what he’s talking about. I must’ve missed them when I woke up still in a haze, but sure enough, there’s a pair of ruby-red, lacy panties on the floor at the foot of my bed. I roll my chair over to them and swipe them off the carpet, ignoring Knox’s snickering in the background. Unsure of what to do with them but not wanting Seth to get an eyeful, I stick them in my dresser and then close the drawer.
As I go back to my computer, Knox is still chuckling, and I give him a dirty glare. “If I talk to you about this, you have to one: stop laughing and promise not to laugh throughout the rest of the conversation. And two: vow to never tell anyone about this for as long as we both shall live.”
Even though Knox hasn’t lived in the same state as me for almost a decade, he’s still been my closest brother and best friend. He may not have been around physically when I was growing up, but he was always there whenever I needed him. As embarrassing as last night was, I know I can talk to him and get some advice without him giving me too much shit about it.
Knox’s face turns serious and he leans toward the screen with piqued interest. “You got it, bro. No laughing, no spilling. Lay it on me.”
Sighing, I decide just to go at it full force. “I’m a fucking one-pump chump, man,” I lament, and he chokes on the sip of water he was taking.
“Excuse me? What the hell?” he asks, coughing while looking as horrified as I feel.
Running my hands through my hair, I shake my head, unable to look him in the eye. “Really long story short. I met an incredible girl last night. Seriously. I’ve never met anyone like her. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and witty. I could go on. One thing led to another, and after a little bit too much alcohol, we started fooling around.” I quickly give him the details, and his eyebrows furrow.
“Sounds like a good time. I don’t understand what the problem is here,” he comments, interrupting me.
“Dude, I’m getting there. So like I was saying, it was pretty damn hot, and I knew if she kept sucking me off I was going to come way too quickly. Turns out, that didn’t matter. She hadn’t told me she was a virgin, and the moment I entered her, it was like a vise around my dick and I exploded with one freaking pump.”
Knox’s eyes widen. “Dude, you bagged a virgin? That’s pretty damn good for the first week of school.”
“Knox, I didn’t ‘bag’ a virgin. I was one, too. Did you hear a
When I look back towards him, I see Knox’s eyes narrow, and I watch them as they search the room behind me. I try to block his view, and he just gives me a knowing look.
“Anyone special, Cohen?” he asks, and I shake my head in vehement denial.
“Nah, not yet. It’s only been a week, Knox. And I’m not exactly looking for a girl. I have my studies to focus on.” I know I probably don’t sound convincing. Truth is, I can’t get Andi off my mind, and it’s unnerving.
In high school, I was always more focused on my studies than girls. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had my fair share of dates, but any relationship was superficial at best, and the girl usually got tired of me spending most of my time in the lab or the library. Suffice it to say, I’ve never had a serious girlfriend, and college isn’t going to change that. In fact, it’ll probably be even harder to maintain a relationship as I try to work my ass off to get into med school.
“Hey now, who said anything about serious? You’re far too serious as it is for an eighteen-year-old kid. I was just curious about your first week. I’m even more curious as to how you ended up with a pair of panties on your floor if you haven’t met any girls who’ve interested you this week.”
I whip around, my eyes scanning the floor until I see what he’s talking about. I must’ve missed them when I woke up still in a haze, but sure enough, there’s a pair of ruby-red, lacy panties on the floor at the foot of my bed. I roll my chair over to them and swipe them off the carpet, ignoring Knox’s snickering in the background. Unsure of what to do with them but not wanting Seth to get an eyeful, I stick them in my dresser and then close the drawer.
As I go back to my computer, Knox is still chuckling, and I give him a dirty glare. “If I talk to you about this, you have to one: stop laughing and promise not to laugh throughout the rest of the conversation. And two: vow to never tell anyone about this for as long as we both shall live.”
Even though Knox hasn’t lived in the same state as me for almost a decade, he’s still been my closest brother and best friend. He may not have been around physically when I was growing up, but he was always there whenever I needed him. As embarrassing as last night was, I know I can talk to him and get some advice without him giving me too much shit about it.
Knox’s face turns serious and he leans toward the screen with piqued interest. “You got it, bro. No laughing, no spilling. Lay it on me.”
Sighing, I decide just to go at it full force. “I’m a fucking one-pump chump, man,” I lament, and he chokes on the sip of water he was taking.
“Excuse me? What the hell?” he asks, coughing while looking as horrified as I feel.
Running my hands through my hair, I shake my head, unable to look him in the eye. “Really long story short. I met an incredible girl last night. Seriously. I’ve never met anyone like her. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and witty. I could go on. One thing led to another, and after a little bit too much alcohol, we started fooling around.” I quickly give him the details, and his eyebrows furrow.
“Sounds like a good time. I don’t understand what the problem is here,” he comments, interrupting me.
“Dude, I’m getting there. So like I was saying, it was pretty damn hot, and I knew if she kept sucking me off I was going to come way too quickly. Turns out, that didn’t matter. She hadn’t told me she was a virgin, and the moment I entered her, it was like a vise around my dick and I exploded with one freaking pump.”
Knox’s eyes widen. “Dude, you bagged a virgin? That’s pretty damn good for the first week of school.”
“Knox, I didn’t ‘bag’ a virgin. I was one, too. Did you hear a
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