There are only a few lights on here and there.
I sigh. “Yeah.”
“Why the sigh?”
“I still haven’t found a place to stay yet. I was going to look today, but Jas asked me to come in.” I hold up my hands. “I’m not complaining. I had fun today and was glad to help. But now I have two days to find a place.”
Bash nods. “I get that. Maybe something will pop up.”
“I hope so.”
But, I’m not holding my breath, because I gave up on miracles a long time ago.
“Want to come up and see it?” The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. I quickly add, “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m sure you have more important things to do.”
He gives me a lazy smile. “I’d love to.”
We take off our helmets, tucking them under our arms. I lead the way into the building. My dorm is co-ed, so I’m not worried about anyone stopping us. Plus, there’s only, like, three people still here. The elevator ride is silent and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not. I’m super nervous, but is he?
We get off on my floor and I go to my door, unlocking it. Lucy’s been here at some point and all of her stuff is gone. There’s an envelope on my desk, so I’ll have to look at it later.
Bash stands in the doorway, looking in. “So this is what it’s like to be in a dorm? It’s smaller than I thought it’d be.”
“Small?” I look around. “This is a mansion compared to the room I had my freshman year. It was so tight that my roommate and I had to walk sideways to get past each other.”
He laughs. “Guess the pornos got it all wrong, then.”
That makes me snort, too. “I haven’t seen one, so I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“You’ve never seen a porno? Ever? Fuck. I don’t know how to respond to that.”
He doesn’t know that I’m lying. Why would he? We’ve only known each other for a short time. He has no idea that I was trained from a very young age to lie and lie well, at that. And to use people’s hidden agendas against them. Like, for example, he mentioned porn. I knew that by saying I hadn’t seen one, I would pique his interest. Now we get to have some fun and I can feed the darkness inside of me.
“I’m sure there are a lot of people who haven’t seen one, Bash.”
“I think you’re wrong on this one.” He grins. “Got any plans for the rest of the night?”
I want to point out that most people are asleep at this time of night, but shake my head instead.
“Not really. Why?”
“Let’s rectify the situation.” He pulls his phone from his pocket. “Got an HDMI cord?”
“I do somewhere, if I haven’t packed it.” I pause. “Are you serious? We’re really going to watch a porno?”
He’s very serious as he answers, “I never joke about porn.”
He goes to the TV, turning it on. Gawd. Why do I suddenly feel warm? He flips the lights off and the glow of the TV screen fills the room.
“Be ready to be wowed, Olivia.”
Then, he goes right to my bed and sits on it, patting the spot next to him. My heart pounds as I cross the room to sit. I might fuck people for money, but this is different. We’re close, but not too close, which is how I need to play this.
“I wish we had popcorn for this.”
He nods. “Yeah. Always good to have something to do with your hands while watching porn.”
I glance at him out of the side of my eye and find him grinning at me.
I laugh. “Very funny.”
“I thought so, too.”
Cheesy music starts and a woman wearing the tightest outfit I’ve ever seen in my life walks into a classroom, going to the professor’s desk. Perching on the edge, she pouts about not passing his class and then says she’ll do anything to raise her grade.
“Let me guess. He’s going to offer her some extra credit work?”
Bash grins. “You sure you haven’t seen this?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m positive.”
He laughs and turns his attention back to the TV. The woman and the professor banter back and forth, before agreeing to meet later that evening so she can do extra credit. When she shows up that night, she’s wearing a trench coat with nothing underneath, which I know, because she flashes the professor as she walks toward him. The professor’s pants tent and he beckons her closer.
“Do guys really like this stuff?” I whisper loudly.
“Just wait. It gets better.”
The professor picks her up, placing her on his desk. He unties the jacket, letting it pool around her. Her chest heaves as he cups her very large, and very fake breast. And then her covers her nipple with his mouth, sucking loudly.
But, the crazy thing is, I can kind of see the appeal. I mean, I’m feeling warm all over. I’m also hyperaware of Bash’s arm touching mine. Of the heat coming of his body. Of the scent of leather, sweat, and something slightly spicy that clings to his skin.
The scene changes, and the woman is on her knees in front of the professor. He, of course, has the biggest thing I’ve ever seen and she is deep-throating him. His fingers work through her hair, urging her on.
Heat pools between my legs now and I shift, brushing against Bash.
Another scene change. This time, they’re in a dorm room and he’s pounding into her while she’s on all fours on her bed. The room is massive, which is one aspect the film got wrong. She mewls as his thrusts become shallow.
I swallow, not realizing how dry my throat is. Bash is the one to shift this time, moving closer to me. I’m about to make a witty comment when the woman on screen orgasms, screaming loudly. The professor pulls out of her and their arousal drips down her thighs. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I clear my throat, trying to get control of the way I’m feeling. “Is it over?”
He shakes his head. “No. This one has three good scenes. The next part is in the library, against the books.”
I move, and let out a small gasp. My nipples are budded and my bra creates a delicious sensation as it rubs against my breasts.
“You okay?”
He’s looking down at me with dark eyes. I moisten my lips and nod. His throat bobs as he swallows and he looks away.
“This was a bad idea.”
“What was?”
He replies, “Doing this. With you.”
“Oh,” I say, hating how sad I sound.
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “It’s a bad idea because I’m sitting here, trying not to get a hard-on. Porn gets me going, but, so do you.”
“Oh wow. Really?”
He points to his crotch. “I’m this close to needing a pillow to hide my boner.”
I look down to where he’s pointing. Sure enough, there’s a bulge in his pants that wasn’t there before.
“Should we, uh, stop watching it?”
“Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head. “No.” I pause. “Is there anything we can do to make this less painful for you?”
He groans and the sound goes straight to my core.
“Fuck. I know you don’t mean it the way it sounds, but my mind is making everything dirty right now.”