been told as much—though sometimes it’s hard to determine what’s genuine and what’s just someone babbling while their brains are being sucked out. But the getting attached part was just me teasing you.”
He grabbed a package of Oreos off the shelf and tossed them in the air. “Catch!” he cried with a grin.
I scrambled to snatch the package before it hit the floor, then flourished it in his direction. “Reflexes, baby. Are we actually getting this?”
“Yep.” Jesse whipped out his phone and scrolled as I tossed the Oreos into the cart. A pensive frown tugged his brows together. “Tomorrow through Friday all work for me.”
It took me a second to catch up to the conversation. Fuck, we were really going to do this. “Okay, ummm, how about Thursday, then.” I probably needed a day to mentally prep myself.
“Good idea.”
Jesse hedged. “I do think having a loose plan or script would probably be better than just trying to jump in. How’re your acting skills?”
“Shitty. When you hear people say they were assigned to play the tree in the school play? I was that kid. Yours?”
Jesse seesawed his hand. “They’re decent. I was a flying monkey in our high school play of Wizard of Oz, which is basically a step above a tree, but you better believe I worked it.”
I tossed a bag of bread in the cart. “Okay, so a scene from our list. Maybe we should start with something easy to set up?” I racked my brain. “Maybe we should try the roommates who help each other out in the bathroom one.” I cleared my throat awkwardly and wished the action would reset my misfiring libido. “And then…” I spangled my fingers. “Stuff.”
Jesse nodded with conviction. “That’s perfect.”
14
Jesse
I sat through every class Thursday with a nervous stomach, like I was going on a first date. Actually, there’d probably be more foreplay involved than some of the first—and often last—dates I’d been on. I reminded myself this was a transaction with a definitive goal on both our parts. It would be a hot and enjoyable way to spend an afternoon, but I didn’t want to give it more weight than it warranted. No-strings-attached hedonism was, after all, what my senior year was supposed to be about, after all.
Still, when I stepped through the front door and caught sight of Sam’s huge-ass Nikes abandoned near the couch, I forgot to be irritated that he’d left them out, and instead an electric thrill shot through me at what was to come. I liked sex, who didn’t? And sex with someone you cared about was awesome and fantastic but also? Sex for sex’s sake could be just as dandy. Even more so when it came with a few dollar signs after it and a big, fat cock.
Freshman-year Jesse would’ve been horrified. Freshman-year Jesse had believed in hearts, flowers, and unicorns. Senior-year Jesse knew that unicorns took shits just like any other horse.
I snickered to myself as I climbed the stairs.
“Sam?” Ew. Why did my voice sound so reedy? I glanced at my watch. Right on time.
“Yup,” he called out. His bedroom door was open, and the bathroom door was cracked, too. I dropped my backpack off in my bedroom and allowed myself a quiet, two-minute freak-out.
“Tell me if you think this is dumb, but I was thinking about how we ran into each other that time, when you were coming out of the shower, and then how you came back in with my conditioner…” God, when Sam had said that in the grocery store, I went semi just like that. And then he kept going as I nodded slowly, having to work hard to keep my shit together because I’d had fantasies that ran along these lines about all of my roommates at one time or another. Which was what I got for living with a bunch of hunks, I guess.
My nod seemed to fortify Sam’s conviction, thank fuck, because he’d soldiered on, and we’d cobbled together a loose scene breakdown between his King Slayer and my eager hand. In an effort to babystep toward the bigger stuff, a handjob was a natural beginning point, after all.
I checked my hair one last time, kicked off my shoes, and pressed my palm to my chest. If my heart didn’t try to kick through my sternum, I wasn’t sure my dick wouldn’t go rogue next. “Everybody needs to settle the fuck down,” I admonished my anatomy quietly. Strangely, it helped, and I headed toward the bathroom