I shouldn’t...
I couldn’t...
But I want to...
Slowly, ever so carefully, I bring Andre’s underwear close to my face. The fabric is still warm, filled with the heat of his body, his nuts that were cradled all nice and snug in the pouch. I want to bury my face inside. I want to stick out my tongue and taste...
A tap at the door stops me.
“Hey, Nick, I think I left my drawers in there.”
Disappointment floods my veins. I quickly open the door and toss Andre his underwear. Now I’m free from the temptation.
Damn it, I was just about to bury my face in a dude’s dirty underwear. What is coming over me?
I need an ice-cold shower to soothe this restless desire.
CHAPTER 6
I made it through the day without busting a nut or sniffing anyone’s underwear. A miracle, I know.
After breakfast, I studied for an exam. Then I hung out with some of the guys. Thankfully Andre was nowhere around. That was a small gift to my sanity.
I’ve made it to the evening, and now the guys are planning on having some friends over for beer and fun. We gather in the basement, which has been converted into a rec room. Guests start funneling in around eight. There’s a ping pong table which nobody uses for its intended purpose. I wouldn’t know where to find the paddles if I needed them. Instead, the table is lined with red Solo cups, standing in formation for the inevitable game of beer pong.
There are some hot-looking girls from the nearby sorority. I recognize a few that I’ve seen around. They wave at me and I give a coy wave back. I try to act shy. It’s part of my charm. Then I flash a dimpled smile and pretend to blush.
The ladies look hot as hell, with low-cut tops and tight little shorts, which leave little to the imagination. Big Nick would be all over them in an instant. But all I can think about is Andre. I scan the room, wondering if he’ll be coming down soon.
I stop by the pool table, where Clay and Jon are playing a game. “Hey, have you guys seen Andre?”
Jon shakes his head. “Haven’t seen him all day,” Clay says.
Damn. I feel my heart sink. I wonder where Andre could be.
I try to make the most of the night, try to swallow down my desperation. I feel like some sort of needy chick, hanging around, waiting for a guy who may not show. A pang of guilt strikes as I wonder if that’s how women feel when they never see me again. Do they go back to the place we met, hoping to run into me?
By ten, I realize I’ve done nothing but watch the clock for two hours. I sit on the couch in a huff. Everyone around me is happy and buzzing with energy. And all I can think about ishim.
“Hey, who’s up for some strip poker?” Some girl is holding a bottle of vodka. She whips her blonde hair over her shoulders and eyes the room. Our guests cheer and a bunch of them settle onto the couch where I’m sitting alone, enjoying my pity party. “Do you mind if I sit here?” the girl asks after she’s already seated herself and is halfway on my lap.
“Sure,” I say glumly, not even feeling a spark as her bare legs brush against mine.
The guys deal out the cards on the coffee table in front of me. I decide to play along, not thinking far enough ahead to realize this is a truly terrible idea.
I’m halfway committed to the game while keeping my eyes on the staircase, hoping Andre will suddenly appear. The game unfolds around me, a bustle of background noise that I barely comprehend. I finally snap back to reality when the girl beside me nudges my arm.
“How many cards do you want?” she asks.
“Huh?” I say distractedly. “Oh, three.”
I lose the first game, not that I really care, so I remove my shirt and drop it in my lap.
Andre is still nowhere to be found. I think about texting him, but that would sound clingy. I don’t want him to know the effect he has on me.
Soon, everyone around me is nearly naked. I think they’re purposely losing the game, judging by their loud drunken laughter and the way they so enthusiastically start flinging shirts and shorts all over the place. I also think they’re taking off more than one piece of closing with each turn.
I lose the second game, this time not even noticing that I’m holding my cards downward for everyone to see.