Dad’s right. I have a lecture at three, which just about gives me time to shower, get dressed, and make my way to campus. I would have been able to get there faster if Dad hadn’t taken my car away from me. It was the first casualty when my grades sucked during my first year. Dad had it towed one morning while I was asleep, the fucker. Now I’m stuck relying on public transport. I could stay put, wake my bedfellow up, and enjoy a lazy afternoon of sex. While that plan is a thousand times more appealing, I shouldn’t.
I shake the guy’s shoulder.
He slaps his hand over his face, rubs his eyes, and yawns. “What?” He has a deep voice, or maybe his throat is rough and in need of lubrication.
I could lubricate his throat. With my cum. I sigh. Or not.
“I’ve got a lecture to get to,” I tell him.
“So?”
“You’re in my house.”
He rolls over and grins at me. “I’m in your bed. Skip your lecture.”
Tempting. “I can’t. Sorry, but that means you’ve got to get out.”
“I’m already up.” He pushes the quilt aside, showing me his raging hard-on.
I whimper.
“Want to help?”
“No thanks, I need to take a shower.”
I get out of bed and pick my way over discarded clothing to get to the door. Before I’ve even left the room, he’s rubbing one out. Noisily.
I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and then return to my bedroom to get dressed. The guy has finished jacking off and is lying on my bed, arms tucked under his head, cum all over his stomach, and a huge grin on his face.
“You should have joined me,” he says. “You still can.”
“I’ve got to go. And so do you.” I pick up his underwear and chuck it at him.
“But your bed’s comfy. I could keep it warm for you.”
I pick up his jeans and T-shirt and throw them at him too. “Get up.”
He pouts and then uses my quilt to wipe his cum off his stomach before getting dressed. “Can I get your number?”
“I don’t do repeats.”
The guy doesn’t look cut up about it.
We leave the house ten minutes later with a grunt goodbye. He turns right, and I go left to catch the bus.
I make it to campus with twenty minutes to spare and grab something to eat from the canteen before making my way to the science building for my lecture.
“Hey, you,” I say to a cute, nerdy-looking guy waiting outside the lecture theatre.
I’ve seen him at every lecture I’ve bothered attending since the start of my first year, which isn’t many. He has short, golden-brown hair that’s got a slight wave to it, thick eyebrows, and a clean-shaven, square jaw.
He blinks at me through black, thick-rimmed glasses, looking like a deer startled by the headlights of an oncoming truck. He points at himself. “Me?”
“Yes, you. Woah. Your eyes are crazy blue. I mean, mine are blue too, but yours are on another level. Sorry. I got distracted by how cute you are.”
The nerd’s face turns a bright shade of red, which makes his eyes stand out even more.
“Did we have any reading for this lecture?” I ask as though I didn’t just embarrass the fuck out of him.
