Getting sick was a complete distraction from what happened with Lori. I didn’t get time to dwell on it because I was so sick, tired, and I had to keep up with school. Missing two days of class and studying put me behind, especially in biomedical ethics and homicide. Mom worried about me, calling me incessantly for a few days afterwards but she backed off soon enough. Dad checked in a few times and didn’t mention football—that was a good sign, right?

By March I was caught up. Honestly, it took until March. But then it was midterms and I was back in the books. Lori was soaring at work. She had a new manuscript every day, and her boss really valued her opinion. There was no awkwardness between us. We were completely normal—still had take-out on the couch, watched Grey’s Anatomy together…did everything we normally did. I was still head over fucking heels for her.

Every time I looked at her I remembered what she looked like naked. How her blush literally covers every inch of her body. How the hollow of her clavicle rolls into her full breasts, how the curve of her hips flows down to the shadow between her legs. How perfect she looks; swollen, wanting. For me.

I was worried, for a second, that she wouldn’t respond to me that way. But every time I touched her…she’s sensitive everywhere. I’ve never made a girl come so fast. I’m good, but not that good. I would day dream day after day about making her come over and over just to see how many times I could. She had four that day…every time I was in the shower I thought of her pressed up against the wall with me deep inside of her. I loved it. I wanted more and more.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for her to ask me again. To make her feel good, because she obviously felt fucking great. I was proud of myself for not getting more attached than I already was. I was doing well actually.

“You’re still studying?” I looked up from the pile of papers on my bed. Lori stood in my doorway. Hair tied up, big red t-shirt on and fingers curled around a book.

“Yeah. You should go to bed, it’s late.” It was after two in the morning. She had to be at work earlier than my first class. Well, an hour earlier.

“So. Should. You. You can’t pour from an empty cup.” She was still standing in my doorway, tilting her foot. She obviously wanted to ask me something—something she was nervous about.

“Don’t quote my mother, please.” It was her favorite thing to tell me when I was overworking myself.

This is what I did all the time. I have a 4.0 GPA from hard work, not by chance. Every spare inch of my time out of class and not on the football field was spent studying in the library, going to supplemental instruction sessions, in labs and tutor sessions.

I added capital murder to my Quizlet for Homicide and glanced up to find her still standing in the doorway, biting the shit out of her lip.

“What’s up, Cheesecake?” I asked, not looking up from my PowerPoint. I heard her take in a shaky breath.

“I was wondering if I could try something with you.” I looked up at her, my brow arching.

“Anal?” She glared at me softly.

I chuckled a bit and kept reading. I loved Lori—in more ways than one, but I had to finish this so I could memorize it tomorrow. The midterm was Friday.

“No…something to—just you.” She stepped closer to me. My eyes moved from the papers on my bed, to her feet, up her perfectly tanned legs, before pausing at the hem of her shirt. My eyes stayed glued to her legs as she curled up on the bed.

“What—what is it you want to try?” I didn’t even know what it was and I was already getting hard. She clutched her book tighter before setting it down.

Her mouth opened to speak, then she bit down on her bottom lip.

“I—I want to suck you off.” I almost came right then.

My eyes widened in shock and my laptop slid off my lap as my hands let it go. I swallowed audibly.

“You—why? I mean, I’m not complaining…just…want to know what you’re thinking.” I need know what is going on in her head. I need to make sure that she is sure first, no matter what my cock is telling me with its aching throb. She inhaled sharply and then exhaled slowly.

“I always wanted to try it. But I don’t trust anyone else enough…you know, diseases and stuff.” I laughed once. All my focus was on her and my throbbing cock.

“Yeah, I get you.” I stared into her eyes. Her big blues stared right back at me.

“Um…so if you want to take a study break or something.” Her gaze left mine. Shit. She wants to do it now? Fuck, I want to do it now.

“I…yeah, sure.” She nodded. I noticed her eyes stuck on my bare skin. I still hadn’t learned to wear a shirt, obviously.

Her hands moved my laptop out of the way, and my open books and papers.

“Lay back.” Her voice was soft.

“You aren’t going to butter me up first?” I teased. If I was tired before, I was wide awake now. She worried her lip with her teeth and crossed the space between us. Her forehead touched mine before her lips did.

I let her take the lead. She was hesitant, her lips soft and slow. But I loved it. I loved how she didn’t know what to do but it was still perfect. Her tongue flicked against my lip ever so softly and I had no choice but to groan deep in my chest. I wasn’t wasting anymore time. I needed to feel her soft body against mine.

My hands trailed to her ass and I tugged her body on mine. She squealed inside her throat but kept kissing me, the intensity growing. She spread her legs and straddled me, I felt her warmth right over my cock. Her mouth left mine too soon. I laid back, my lips parted as I watched her trail kisses down my body. When she looked up at me through her lashes I almost came undone. Her eyes were big and innocent, fucking sexy and perfect. Her mouth trailed over my pecs and she sucked on my nipple like I would do to her.

“Fucking hell…” that feels good. I do it to girls all the time but I didn’t know it could feel good for me too.

She moved farther down. Her lashes fanned over her cheeks in the sultriest way. Her small hands were on either side of my hips. I held her left hand in my own, circling her palm with my thumb. I couldn’t believe she was doing this. I mean, she has always been adventurous by wanting to try new things. I wouldn’t complain, being the product of her exploration. If we could have sex and still be okay, this wouldn’t change anything either. So yes, I thought this through in the thirty seconds I had.

Her lips were at the hairs leading to my hard on, which was straining through my sweats.

“You sure about this?” I had to ask. She looked up at me and arched a brow.

“We already had sex, this is nothing.” Fuck. I loved that smart mouth of hers.

“Alright, Cheesecake.” My voice was breathy.

She curled her soft hands around the band of my sweats and tugged. I lifted my hips so she could pull them off. I didn’t have anything on underneath, her eyes widened at the sight and her skin flushed.

“We have had sex and you’re still blushing at the sight of my cock.” She glared up at me quickly. But then her face went back to pure desire; her pouty lips parted, her eyes a sultry stare. She wanted me. She was surprised she wanted me, I knew that, but she still wanted me.

She was staring at it like she had never seen one before—the curiosity fueled me. I missed it; women looking at me like they had never seen a man before.

“Jesus…” I hissed when her hand wrapped around my base.

She drew her hand up slowly, incredibly slowly. She used her thumb to wet me with the moisture already forming at my tip. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched her with rapt attention. She licked her full lips before kissing the tip of me gently. I shuddered with my entire body.

Her mouth opened and she took me in her hot mouth inch by agonizing inch. Ugghhhhh.

I was about ready to come just then. I don’t fucking know how she did it but she took me all the way in—using her hand as an extension for what she couldn’t take in to her mouth. I hit the back of her throat and she drew my cock out again. She stopped right at my tip, sucking on me like a carnival lollipop. Her tongue flicked against my gland, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I felt it all the way to my fingertips. She took me in her mouth again, working me with her hand at the same time.

“Oh God, Lori…” I never come this fast. Ever.

I was watching her soft, creamy ass in the air, peeking out from her blue cotton panties. Cotton has never been so sexy.

“Touch yourself.” I gruffed. I was right on the edge, but fuck, I wanted to see it.

She glanced up at me quickly but then moved her other hand. I guess her yoga came in handy, she was balancing perfectly on her knees as she trailed her hand up her thigh. I watched her hand disappear between her legs, the unknown made it much hotter. I didn’t know what she was doing, but when her body jerked and her brows knitted together, that’s when I knew she found the right spot. Her mouth worked me faster and faster, her tongue swirling around me. I wanted to watch her come at her own hands so fucking bad I couldn’t hold on any longer. I knew I was about to come so I tugged her hair softly but she stayed firm.

“Jesus, Lori. Oh shit…” I groaned deep in my chest as I came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of me.

She sucked my cock with one final pop. She rocked back on her knees and watched me as I laid there panting. I dropped from my elbows and fell onto my back, spent.

“You’ve never done that before? That was fucking amazing.” I breathed. She shook her head.

Her face was still flushed and she was trembling. Poor girl needed a release.

“Do something for me.” I tried. Her eyes watched me curiously.

“For you?” I nodded.

“Mhm, so I can pass my exams.” She arched a brow.

“I want to watch you finish yourself off.” She gasped, but didn’t say no right away.

“It would be better than you going to bed wanting. Or doing it alone.” I wiggled my brow. Her lip was between her teeth as she stared at me.

“Well…why can’t you do it?” She whispered. I grinned sheepishly. Of course, I wanted to do it. But I literally pictured her doing it so many fucking times it was getting old.

“Because,” I shook my head, “that would be nothing new. You’re only doing new things, right?” She nodded slowly.

“Lie next to me.” I held my hand out in the space next to me. She hesitated but she climbed over and laid next to me. She turned her head to look at me.

I leaned over her and trailed my fingers across the hem of her panties. She beat me to the punch and took her shirt off. My eyes went right to her breasts and I felt myself getting hard again. Fuck, I was spent but I had to see this. Homicide could wait.

I peered at her eyes and slid her panties off, she curled her legs so I could pull them from her legs. Her eyes were beautiful and I could stare at them for days, but her swollen mound took my complete attention. I curled my hand around her inner thigh, she shuddered softly, her body rippling, until I spread her open.

“It’s all you now, Cheesecake.” I gruffed. She bit her lip softly but drew her right hand between her legs.

I watched, not missing a beat as she used two fingers to work herself. She dragged them across her before focusing on one spot. Her eyes shut tight as she worked herself. Her soft pants filled the room, her sexy little moans; they were music to my ears. Her hips bucked in time with her movements. I wanted it to be all her but I couldn’t resist, I reached out to caress her soft breasts. I took her nipple between my fingers and tugged softly. She groaned as her lips parted. Her fingers moved faster, her moans grew louder and louder, her hips ground into the bed. Our foreheads pressed together, I couldn’t resist kissing her. It was a hungry, passionate kiss. I was pouring my love for her into that kiss, appreciating how I got so lucky to have a best friend that would give me a study break blow job and let me watch her make herself come.

I moved my hand to her stomach, rubbing against her belly button softly. I knew she was close, her body was tight, her moans were loud—just like I liked it.

“Come for me, Lori.” I breathed. Just like that she snapped. Her fingers moved rapidly and then she froze. Her knees pressed together, clamping her hand between her legs as she cried out, her body shaking. She stayed clenched up like that for a good few seconds before she relaxed with a deep sigh. Before I knew what, I was doing I grabbed her hand and sucked the juices off of her fingers. She gasped softly, but her eyes held that same curiosity.

“That was better than I imagined.” I hadn’t done anything and I was breathing heavy.

“You imagined that?” her brows furrowed in the cutest way.

“Fuck yeah. A million times. You never thought about sucking me off?” I asked. She blinked rapidly.

“No…well, not a million times.”