“So what, you’d get jealous if I ended up sharing the two of you?”
“You’re funny.” She said sarcastically. “Well, if we’re gonna be fucking frequently then I’d rather just get on the pill and forget about condoms. No offense but I don’t wanna have to worry about catching something, if you know what I mean.”
“No, I’m picking up what you’re putting down. Exclusive it is.”
On Monday, I picked up Elena and drove her to the train station as always. She wore baggy, black jeans that went down to her white sneakers, along with a black long-sleeve shirt that tightened around her bust. Though she threw on a jean jacket once we got out of the car, so I was the only one who got to see the outline of her full, perky tits. However, things seemed to be a bit different now. Obviously we acted habitually in public but there was a new level of closeness that had erected between us. As if there was an inside joke that only us two were in on.
We sat next to Lindsey and some of her friends during our classes together, though it wasn’t until the 3rd of my four classes that Lindsey and I actually sat beside one another. While reaching down to my left, grabbing my laptop to take notes, I coincidentally ended up facing her with my face close to her torso. The aroma of rose and jasmine flooded my sinuses as I found myself staring at her body (for as long as I could fiddle with my laptop), admiring her snatched waist.
“Hey Aly, can I ask you something?”
“Uh, yeah. Go for it.”
“What part of a person’s personality do you think is the most important?”
“Important?”
“Yeah, like what is the most valuable personality trait a person could have?”
I found myself thinking of Elena. What was the thing about her I valued the most?
“Hmm, probably their empathy.”
“Go on.”
“Well, with empathy usually comes experience. With experience comes wisdom. If someone can empathize with you, it means they understand how you feel. And therefore, they care enough to observe that you’re going through something.”
“Wow.”
“Sorry, I think I went a bit overboard there.” I chuckled nervously, moving some hair away from my eyes.
“No, I really like that answer actually.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I get your number?”
“Whoa, was my answer that good?” I said smoothly, hoping she didn’t notice me grabbing my phone as fast as humanly possible. She let out a laugh.
“Sure, we can say that.” She took my phone and put in her number as I did the same to hers.
“What do you think about comp-sci so far?” Our computer science class was one of two classes we didn’t have together.
“It’s been pretty fun for me as of now, hopefully it stays that way.”
“You think you’re good enough to show someone the ropes?”
“Depends on who that ‘someone’ is.”
She let out a sigh of defeat.
“Will you please teach me how to code?” She requested disconsolately. “I have no idea what an array is, or a matrix, or a ‘logic error’.” She formed air-quotes.
“I think I could spare some time for you.” I said nonchalantly, a sarcasm ring in my voice.
“Oh, how honoured I’d feel to be the recipient of your teachings.”
We shared a laugh and planned a time to meet up later tonight. I would come over to her house a couple of hours after our classes ended. Spending time at school did wonders concerning the thoughts of Lyla, in which I was still struggling to keep perverted thoughts of her out of my head. I I noted that being with Lindsey was definitely the most effective method.
At around 5pm I pulled up at her house. She opened the door wearing a casual outfit: A pair of loose ‘booty’ shorts and an oversized t-shirt with Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory on the front. Her bust could just be made out under the graphic tee.
“Hey, come on in.” She greeted.
We spent the next three hours discussing various coding topics, but it also gave me more of a chance to get to know her. She loved painting and writing, and loved The Weeknd like I did. She had two siblings who were much younger than herself. She, also resembling my interests, enjoyed working out and ran often. I wasted no time asking her if we could hit the gym together sometime, to which she swiftly agreed.
Not thinking we’d end up chatting for so long, Lindsey had planned to meet her friends for a movie that evening, so we planned to meet up again tomorrow night. I left her house having enjoyed every second of the time we spent.
I didn’t see much of Lindsey the next day, just a couple of waves and smiles, but Elena was with me pretty much the entire time.
“Hey so, a weird thing happened yesterday.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Lindsey randomly asked me what part of a person’s personality I valued the most.”
“She did that with me too when we met, she does that with a lot of people actually. Sorry to burst your bubble if you thought you were special.” She laughed.
“Well I’m not sure what to think of it, does she ask just to make conversation?”
“No dumbass! She’s judging your answer to see what type of person you are.”
“Oh.”
“So? What’d you say?”
“Empathy.”
“Hey, that’s actually a good answer.”
“Yeah she thought so too, good enough to ask for my number.” I let out a chuckle as I finished that sentence, but Elena wasn’t quick to join me. Was she depicting Lindsey and I as more than just friends?
“Oh, nice.” She didn’t sound particularly congratulating. “You guys are getting pretty close now, hey?”
“Hey, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about our deal. We’re just friends and nothing more.”
“So you guys just exchanged numbers and that’s it?”
“Yup.” I definitely didn’t spend hours at her house and planned to do it again tonight.
“And.” I began. “If it means anything, I was thinking about you when I gave her ‘empathy’ for my answer.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love that about you.” Finally, something that wasn’t a lie. I didn’t like the way secrets were becoming a norm between the two of us, but I didn’t want to ruin our new relationship while it had just begun. Though, I didn’t want to miss out on what ‘could be’ with Lindsey and I. And besides, that was enough to keep her happy for the time being.
After dropping Elena home, I texted Lindsey.
“Hey, be at yours in an hour?”
“You’re welcome to come now if you’d like. I’m free and no one’s home.”
“I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
“Hey! We’re just studying, remember?” She sent along with a laughing emoji.
“Right, of course. No immoral nor disreputable actions will be taking place.” A salute emoji followed.
She sent a ‘rolling eyes’ emoji.
“The door’s open for when you get here.”
Feelings of rhapsody coursed through my blood on the drive there. There were, of course, impressions of guilt and shame following suit but I had yet to do anything to violate the rules Elena had come up with. But if the opportunity arose, would I?
I walked through the door, finding Lindsey sitting at the dining table waiting for me. She was wearing black casual shorts to go along with her Black Sabbath’s Paranoid t-shirt. As she stood up to greet me, Lindsey took it further with a hug. I wasn’t one to complain but it took me a second to reciprocate, partly stunned. I couldn’t help but push her into me a little harder than necessary, her breasts pressed up against me eliciting a strong ardor of yearning. We took a seat and studied for a couple of hours, taking a great deal of breaks in between to converse.
“Wanna go for a walk?” She asked me. “I always go on Friday nights.”
“Well we’ve gotten a decent amount done today, so yeah let’s do it.”
She took me to a scenic path near her house. Notions of Autumn brisked into the trees, colouring the path with plethoras of red, orange, and yellow. Gentle winds blew as we walked, letting her brown hair drift lightly to the right of her face.
“Your hair.” I started
“What about it?”
“It looks beautiful flowing in the wind.”
Did I just say that?
“Oh, thank you.” She said, almost shyly. I noticed a red flush emancipate from within her cheeks. She then abruptly turned around. The blue of her eyes looking into mine, her iris’, surrounding the black wells of the eye, seemingly enlarging. She then looked down at my lips and quickly back to my eyes, and I immediately knew what she wanted. I placed a hand on her hip, pulling her in close. A slight smile formed at her lips as she began closing her eyes. Our lips met only briefly, taking a second before conjoining once again; This time with a thirst. I placed a hand at her neck, my thumb resting at her chin as she held me by my back. She took the initiative with her tongue, requesting mine to commingle for a dance. I obliged. As we amorously intertwined, the fact loomed around me, becoming conspicuous.
She completed me.
From just the way she kissed me, I could tell. The emotions that stirred deep within our hearts flowed through the saliva we exchanged. This was no longer just a lusting, we truly craved one another. We needed each other.
We made our way back to the house and went into her bedroom. Our haste to the room, relaxed and unhurried. We planted kisses on each other during our saunter, but this was different. This wasn’t just a ‘fuck’. This was love-making.
I placed her down gently onto the bed, our lips reacquainting.
“Take off your shirt.” She pleaded.
“Only if you take off yours.” I joked. But she acceded. Lindsey lifted her arms, staring into my eyes with a submissive gaze. I removed both our tops, but the shock from finding no bra underneath her shirt almost made me fail to notice a wet spot that had formed on my pants, having been pressed against her shorts.
“Someone’s excited.” I teased.
“She’s not the only one.” She shot back slyly. Lindset gripped at my crotch, finding my ever-growing penis. I could only reply through a smile as I found myself back at her lips. As much as I wanted to make out forever, I began trailing down her body with my tongue. I inched from her neck to her shoulder, taking my time with her breasts before continuing to her stomach. I brought my hands to her waistband, taking one last look at her before revealing her cute, blue panties. I let my thumb run across the wet spot in the middle of her underwear, my tongue going lower to her thighs.
“Mmmm.” She let out, letting her hand rest on my head.
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