Page 29 of Undressed In The Crease

Even through the scent of beer, I can still get a sense of her scent of vanilla that drives me crazy.

She stutters about trying to find a bathroom and it’s the perfect way to get her to my room.

Leading the way, I can’t get there fast enough. I’m dragging her through the crowd. Pushing drunk freshmen as I go. But once inside, my stomach drops when I see her face.

As soon as she realizes we’re in my bedroom, instead of the look I expect to see, that of a girl happy to be in my bedroom, I see fear and regret.

Shit.

This was a bad idea. It’s too quick. Lenny is different. She’s real.

A real woman doesn’t want to jump into bed the moment she lays eyes on you. I have to take my time with her. I’ve never had to take my time with anyone before. I am so out of my element here.

I figured since we already slept together once, this would be easy. Too much time has passed. I should’ve known better.

I show her the bathroom and laugh it off.

It might be better if I leave, she can find her way back down, but I’m not ready to give up yet. I hit a couple of blocks, but I’m not a quitter.

It takes a while for her to come out and each second I think of bailing. Laying back on my bed, I try to figure out what to do.

Lenny is different.

I feel this need to be with her, but is it worth it?

I’m not looking for anything serious. I can’t. But damn, her ass, her legs, and her passion are worth every bit of the work.

My body is craving her. I have to try.

After tonight, she’ll be out of my system and I can go back to focusing on hockey.

The end.

I resolve to stay in this little game that I’m playing. I just hope she’s willing to play along with me.

When she walks out, her shirt is fully covered by her jacket.

I really want to take that jacket off, and see what’s underneath. And I don’t want to stop there. Her short skirt accentuates her long smooth legs that lead up to the supple ass underneath it.

She doesn’t see me and hesitantly goes for the door to head back down.

I sit up and invite her to stay.

Please stay, don’t make me regret wasting my time.

She stays, but doesn’t sit. Instead she does something no other girl ever has. She looks on my shelf and examines the pictures of my family.

Like most people do, she thinks my granddad is my dad. He looks young and I look a lot like him.

I love my granddad. He splits his time between living in Russia with my aunt and living in Minnesota with my family.

Since I’ve been off at school I don’t get to see him much. We talk as much as we can on the phone, but with the time difference and my schedule, it’s hard.

Standing here looking through my pictures, it feels like Lenny wants to know me. It’s a good feeling.

It’s real.

Most girls I bring to my room don’t even notice the pictures and just want me naked. Most don’t care about me.

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