Page 9 of The Hookup Situation

Me: Kissy face emoji

I shower when I get home, reapply my makeup and style my hair, change into some lounge clothes, and then work on homework for a while before eating a light dinner. Before I leave I change into a black leather button up tank top and black jeans that cling to my legs and ass. I make sure all my accessories arein the right place once again, text Lucy to let her know where I’ll be, and head out the door.

His place is close enough I could walk, but that would mean walking back super late since I never stay over, and it’s getting chillier out now that it’s October, so I make the short drive and park outside his building. It’s one I’m familiar with and have been to before to hook up with other guys since it’s practically across the street from the university. It’s four stories and his place is on the top floor, so I make my way inside and take the elevator up to the top, looking for the apartment number he said was his.

When I reach 4D I knock and let out a breath as I wait for him to answer.

The door opens and I’m staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He has golden skin and his toned, muscular arms are covered in tattoos. His blond hair is mussed up, and honestly it just makes him look that much sexier. He’s dressed in a red tank with several small holes in it and gray track pants. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda digging the grungy look on him.

“Holy shit,” he says, and those gorgeous blue eyes widen, his face draining of color.

I’m about to ask what the hell is wrong when he says, “It’s you.”

“Um, yeah,” I say, drawing the words out. “Were you expecting someone else? I’m at the right place right? Are youCurious2002?”

He stares at me for a second longer, then swallows and nods. “Yeah, sorry.” He steps aside. “Come in.”

I do and he shuts the door. The apartment is simple, like mine. Open kitchen and living area, furniture that clearly came from a garage sale, and a fair amount of textbooks lying around, some on the table in the dining area, and a few more scatteredacross the coffee table next to a laptop. Across from the sofa is a big screen TV. “You have a roommate?” I ask, looking around.

“He’s out,” the guy croaks, and he still looks spooked, staring at me like I’m a ghost. I wait for him to lead me to the bedroom, or the sofa. I really don’t care which one, but he just stands there with his hands in his pockets, staring at me and not saying a word.

“So where are we doing this?” I ask, and he snaps out of his daze, and clears his throat.

“Right, yeah. This way.” He leads me down the hall to what I assume is his bedroom. It’s very masculine, with an oak colored dresser and bed frame. The comforter is navy and the walls are light gray. There’s a desk sitting in the corner with more books on top of it, as well as a can of Pepsi and an open bag of pretzels. Posters of football teams, and men’s basketball, and volleyball decorate the walls. There’s a purple baseball cap resting on one of the bed posts.

“So, tell me what you want,” I say, because he seems a bit tongue tied. “I’m cool with whatever, but if we’re not going to get off together then I can stay for a little bit and answer questions for you, or whatever, but I’ll want to get back out there because not gonna lie, I’m horny as fuck right now. And you’re super hot, which is just making me hornier.”

He flushes bright red and bites his lip, and I can’t help grinning.

“I, uh,” he clears his throat. “I don’t know where to start. I’m kinda nervous. When I said I was new to this I meant it. I’ve never done anything with a guy before. Just um, toys, and porn.” His flush deepens and I smirk.

“That’s a start,” I say, sauntering over to him. “Did you like those things?” I run my fingers through his golden locks and he swallows and nods.

“Words, doll,” I tell him, lifting his chin so his eyes meet my gaze, even though he’s taller than me by a couple inches. God, those eyes. Like cornflowers. “Did you like those things?” I repeat.

“Yes,” he whispers.

I press a kiss to his chin, his jaw, his neck, and feel him tremble against me. Holy shit, this is intoxicating. Knowing I’m the first guy he’s ever been with, and that I am making him feel this way. I kiss his ear and nibble on it and he whimpers, making my cock jerk in my very tight pants.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hands gripping my hips. “I…”

“Mmm,” I hum, pressing more soft kisses to his neck and jaw, before licking a stripe up his neck and sucking on his Adam's apple.

“Holy shit,” he cries and I chuckle.

“Do you have a tongue ring?” he asks, his breaths picking up.

“I do,” I tell him, my voice low and sultry as I run the tip of my nose along his neck, then press kisses to it again. “Do you like that?”

He nods and then quickly says, “Yes,” when I look at him.

“Oh, honey,” I croon, “if you think it feels good on your neck, wait til I get you on your hands and knees.”

“Wait,” he says, when I reach for his shirt and start to lift it.

I meet his gaze. “Are you having second thoughts?” I ask. “If you don’t want to do this –”

“No,” he cuts me off. “I mean, no. I mean, yes. Fuck.”

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