“You seemed to rather enjoy going off on me last night. You even went so far as to slap me.”
“You called me a bitch!” I stop walking and turn toward him. The anger I’d felt toward Charles moments ago begins to surface again. This time, though, it feels safer to direct it at Ben.
“And you aren’t sorry.” The corners of his mouth turn up. My eyes are drawn to his lips. They are a light pink, and I’m reminded of the theory that a man’s lip color matches the tip of his dick. I wonder if that’s true.
It was about Charles and the ex I had before him, and if it’s true about Ben, I’m not sure I would mind having his cock in my mouth. I meant what I told him last night. I enjoy sucking dick. I am not some boring girl in bed, I’ve just not had the liberty of getting to fuck as many people as him.
God. I need to get laid. I’m going insane.
“Fine. I’m not sorry. In fact, I kind of want to do it again.” I fold my arms over my chest as I start walking again.
Matching my pace again, he keeps up with me.
“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as if challenging me.
“But I won’t. Now if you don’t mind, I have a class to get to,” I say firmly as we step onto campus.
“Lead the way.” He waves his hand forward.
“What?”
“Lead the way,” he repeats himself.
“You don’t go here.”
“Some kids ditch, others drop in for a free class.” He shrugs.
“Why are you bothering me?” I groan.
“It’s not every night an attractive woman slaps you in the face and says your dick is tiny.” He smirks. “Hurt my ego. Now I’m forced to bother you until you let me prove how wrong you were.”
“Okay.” I stop walking outside of a restroom door. “Prove it. Let’s go in here and you can whip your dick out. Show me just how not tiny it is.”
His eyes light up. The blue darkens as his jaw locks shut. His Adam’s apple tenses up as he stares at me. I watch as he processes what I just said. Tilting his head to the side, so the door to the bathroom is in his line of sight. Though his eyes don’t completely move from me.
It feels strange to have his eyes on me. A little intense, but I refuse to be the first one to look away.
“No?” I press, rising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter, Ben? Worried in the light of day your cock won’t measure up to the game you’re talking?”
“Oh, no. It will measure up just fine.” He grins.
“So?”
“So.” He nods, breaking eye contact to really take in the door behind me. “Ladies first.”
I step into the bathroom, leaning against the sink as he walks in after me. He locks the door behind me before stepping in front of me.
“I didn’t take you for a dirty girl.” He glances around. “Did you ever fuck your ex in here?” His eyes drift back to me.
“No. And if you could stop mentioning him that would be great. Thanks.”
“Yes. Of course.” He nods. “I mean, once you see my cock, I’m sure you’ll forget all about him. This may be cathartic for you.”
I roll my eyes, and he smirks in response.
We stand there, just staring at each other for a moment. His eyes are zoned in on me, as if he isn’t sure whether he hates me or wants to fuck me.
I’ve seen that look before. My throat seizes up. I grip the edge of the counter behind me as my eyes fill with tears.
