“Whoa! Are you okay?” I asked, rubbing my thumb over the skin of her forehead.
I made the mistake of looking down and noticed she was wearing a lace tank top so small, it looked like one of those things my grandmother had on her coffee table under the candlesticks. A doily? I had to pry my eyes upward.
“Yeah…I’m fine. Sorry, I didn’t think to check if you were in here. The light in your room was on, so I assumed you were in there,” she said.
I leaned against the sink and crossed my arms. “What are you still doing up?”
“I can’t sleep, so I came in here to pee.”
She flashed me the cutest smile. I loved her smile. God, she was beautiful. I wanted to kiss her.
Wait…she needed to pee. That was your cue to leave. Move, drunk ass.
“Oh…well, I should probably let you do that,” I said, backing away from the sink.
She laughed. “Yeah, probably.”
“Right…” I said before walking out and closing the door.
I took my hand to my head, shooting an imaginary pistol at my brain as I walked back to my room.
I intentionally left my door open. It was a bad idea, but a part of me just wanted her to come into my room. Maybe we could try that spooning thing again.
Who the fuck was I kidding?
I grabbed my laptop, so that it would look like I was doing something other than waiting impatiently to get another look at her beautiful tits in that top. Why I wanted to torture myself when I couldn’t really have her was beyond me.
When she appeared at the doorway, I closed my laptop. My heart pounded faster with each step Nina took toward me. I breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped and sat at the far end of my bed.
Good. Stay far away from me, Nina.
I sat up straighter. “How was your pee?”
“Fantastic.”
I couldn’t even recall what I said…something like, “good to hear” as my eyes betrayed my brain’s better judgment and wandered down to her chest. I could have sworn her nipples were hardening by the second and now, so was my dick. My mouth was watering. All she had to do was look down and she’d see how much I wanted her.
“What were you looking at?” she asked.
Shit.
Busted.
Speak!
I shook my head. “Huh?”
“On your laptop.”
Phew.
“Oh…on my laptop. Right. Just useless surfing.”
She grinned. “I see.”
Our eyes were locked on each other as we just sat there, and this time, I was transfixed by what lie above her neck. Looking into her blue eyes was like gazing at a calm ocean. My stare didn’t break until the bed next door starting squeaking.
Friggin’ Ryan and Tarah having sex.
Well, that was awkward. Say something to break the ice, Jake. While you’re at it, break a piece off and rub it over your dick to cool it down.
I cleared my throat and asked sarcastically, “You think they’re having sex?”
Nina’s cheeks were rosy as she looked down. She was so stinking adorable. “Should we just pretend it’s not happening?”
“Yeah. You wanna do a math lesson?”
“Sure.”
“Let’s see…we can talk about the probability of sixty-nine,” I joked.
She blushed even more. “I would say based on that noise, it’s very high.”
We both started to laugh, but all I could focus on was the fact that she actually knew what sixty-nine meant. Sweet, innocent girl…with a dirty mind. And I thought I couldn’t want her more than I already did.
The noises from next door stopped, but the silence that followed was even more unbearable.
I looked up at her, and she batted her eyelashes at me. She wanted me, too. That was clear and making this so much harder.
I started picking at the lint on my comforter to distract myself from the need building inside of me. It really wasn’t working because my mind started going in a different direction. All I could think about was whether or not she was a virgin. Even though she was probably too old to have not had sex, she gave off a vibe of purity and sexual naivety. Maybe if she were a virgin, it would help convince little Jake down there that things couldn’t go any further anyway, regardless of my holding back.
It was against my better judgment, but I said it anyway. “I bet that prick ex-boyfriend of yours sucked in bed.”
She looked shocked at my assertion. After a few seconds, she said, “Actually, he did…big-time.”
Okay. Question answered.
My body went rigid as I sat up straighter. “So, you have had sex.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughed nervously.
“See, now I’ve made you blush. I’m sorry. You just strike me as a certain kind of girl.”