Chapter 8 – Tommy
Man, that was priceless!
The look on Grace’s face when I signed us up to be partners – man, I wish I’d had a camera ready. The look she gave me when she saw me sit down beside her was great too, but it was nothing compared to that.
The rest of class was awkward, to say the least. She tried her best not to acknowledge me or talk to me, but she didn’t do a great job. I caught her checking out my bicep when I lifted up my sleeve to scratch my shoulder. As soon as our eyes met she looked back down at her notebook.
“Aren’t you going to take notes?” She muttered to me at one point.
“I’ll copy yours later,” I told her. I knew that would piss her off.
“If you think I’m doing all of the work on this project—” She started to yell at me under her breath. But she stopped herself when she saw me smiling at her.
I did my fair share of checking her out too. She definitely doesn’t know how to dress sexy, and to an untrained eye you’d think she didn’t have much going on under there. But I know better. I know how to spot ‘em.
She had black yoga pants on and a pair of ugly slipper style boots. But hey, I’m not a foot fetish kind of guy so who gives a shit? Up top she had a gray tank top covered with a cardigan, and with one glance, I could see – she’s got a killer rack under there.
Most guys don’t take the time to check out a girl’s tits if she’s got a sweater or a coat on or something. But if you take an extra second to really give her a onceover, you might find yourself a hidden gem. And that’s what Grace is; a diamond, rough, just waiting for some polish. And I’m just the man to do it.
I spent most of class trying to get an eye down her shirt as she took notes or bent down to get something out of her bag. But she was on to me. At one point she gave me a stare that meant death and pulled her cardigan tight across her chest. All I could do was smile.
But when class let out, and she stood up and turned away from me, I got the money shot.
What a fucking ass!
Whoever invented yoga pants and convinced girls to wear them is a fucking genius. It must have been a guy. But either way, Grace has a butt that could send men to war.
She’s got the kind of hips that just taunt you, just daring you to spread them open and get between her legs, and an ass that’s got some real umph to it and all I’ve been able to think about for the entire walk back to the dorm is how it would look from behind and how badly I want to spank it.
Grace got out of there the second Professor Gengris dismissed us. And I know why. She wanted to avoid having to walk across campus with me. I don’t know if she thinks she’s fooling me or fooling herself trying to act like she doesn’t totally want me, but it’s not fooling anyone.
Okay, she’s a virgin. She’s shy. She doesn’t know how to act around guys. But if she thinks I don’t know she’s interested in me, well, then she’s just insane.
As I was coming out of the building, she was already halfway across the quad heading toward the co-op. By the time my dorm was in sight, she was already inside. I wonder what she’s telling her roommate about what happened. I smile to myself as I picture that conversation and pull open the outside door to the dorm.
I’m on the verge of cracking up the entire way up the three flights of stairs to my floor, and I half expect to find her standing in the hallway ready to chew me out. But I don’t. Her door is shut and I decide not to knock. I’ll let her stew in this for a while. That will make things so much sweeter. There’s no way she’s getting out of being my research partner and I want her to realize that.
I push open my door and find Joey laying on his back, a stupid look on his face. And I already know why.
“Closed the deal, huh?” I ask him.
“Dude,” Joey says as though he’s about to hit me with some serious shit. “Those tits…”
“So Cindy let you get a slice, huh?” I tease him.
“Dude, a slice!?” He exclaims, rocketing up into a seated position. “You don’t even know. She told me she wanted to show me her new tits! She took me into the bathroom and just whipped them out!”
“Wild,” I chuckle, shaking my head as I set my bag down and take a seat.
“Six hundred CCs, dude. You have any idea how big that is?”
“No clue,” I admit.
“Okay,” Joey says, leaning forward, his hands clasped. “Four, 450 is like a double D on any normal chick. She has six-fucking-hundred!”
“So they’re big?”
“Monsters!” Joey cackles, collapsing back onto his bed. “Say, what happened to you? Everyone was saying you just left or something?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling it,” I say, telling a bit of a half truth as I stretch, feeling the knot in my back that’s been annoying me since pre-season.
“What, are you going soft on me, buddy? The year hasn’t even started yet!”
I have to laugh. Joey is the most determined partier I’ve ever met. The guy basically has the three Bs on his mind: booze, broads and basketball – and boobs. Okay, the four Bs.
“Nah, I dunno I just –” Should I tell him? He’ll definitely think I’m going soft if I tell him I was pining away for some virgin freshman that doesn’t even know who I am…
Ah, fuck it. He’s going to find out sooner or later.
“It’s this girl, man—”
“Gahhhh!” Before I can even finish, Joey’s groaning. I knew he’d react like this. “Dude, it’s opening weekend! And you’ve got ‘a girl?’ What are you talking about?”
“I know, I know, I know,” I say with a deep sigh. I mean – he’s right. “But I’m not off the market yet. I just…I have to land this chick!”
“So what’s the problem? You’re Tommy Mason…”
“She doesn’t know who I am!”
“Say what!?” Joey can’t believe it.
“She knows now,” I explain. “But there’s another thing. She’s a virgin.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Joey says. “Pump your brakes.”
Eyes wide, Joey actually gets out of bed and stands right in front of me. He’s looking at me like a visitor at the zoo looks at a poisonous snake they’ve never seen, or some sort of rare breed of dog that they’re not sure how it’s going to behave.
“A virgin!?”
“Yeah, man,” I say. “And I know what you’re going to say. But you should see this girl—”
“I don’t care if she looks like fucking Kate Upton! What the Hell are you thinking?”
“Dude, she lives right down the hall—”
“What!?” Joey clasps his head like it’s about to roll off his shoulders. I have to stop myself from laughing. “This just gets worse and worse!”
“Skip me the lecture, man. I just got back from class.”
Joey starts to speak – but stops and sits down on his bed. He looks at me, thinks, frowns, then sighs.
“This must be some chick,” he finally says, giving in slightly.
“She is, man,” I think, smiling to myself. “And she’s gonna be mine.”