"You want to watch a movie?" Andreas asked me, slipping on his shorts and plopping down on the bed, patting a space next to him.
"Sure," I say quickly, sitting in the spot next to him, our legs almost touching.
My back is stiff. Usually, Andreas and I just have sex, or play with each other, he smacks my ass and I go my separate way. But now, now he wants to hang out, watch a movie.
He doesn't want a girlfriend, my mind warns me.
Of course, I knew that. I think about it all the time, he doesn't want a girlfriend, but it doesn't seem like it since we're doing girlfriend-boyfriend things. Or maybe this is just what two people that fuck around do, a cooling-off regime.
Don't overthink it, just relax and chill the fuck out.
I look over to see Andreas flipping through Netflix for something to watch. One arm leaned back on the bed, holding himself up. His curly black hair is matted to his forehead, our little session made him sweat up a storm, which is currently turning me on.
My mind goes back to a few minutes ago, how fucking hot that was. I didn't know what I was doing at first, but when I swiped all that stuff off his desk, I blacked out, the only thing on my mind was pleasuring myself and Andreas.
I'm going crazy, and the only cure to the madness is Andreas Chen.
"Do you have anything in mind you want to watch?" He asked, eyes never leaving the screen.
"Whatever you want, really. I'm sure you have good taste."
His head turns to me, slowly, he squints in my direction, feeling on my arm. "Is this you, Elizabeth? Did a ghost or something take over your body?"
I push his hand off of my arm, he rests it now on my bare thigh, I dare not move it. "Oh please, don't act like I'm mean to you all the time."
Bewilderment is written all over his exquisite face. "Are you serious? You've never said a nice thing about me."
"I have."
"No, you have not."
Then, I start to think, maybe I haven't said anything nice to him. I feel his hand skim up my leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh, I don't acknowledge it, because then that would make it awkward.
I sigh, "Fine, let me think of something nice to say to you. It's really hard actually." I strum my finger over my chin.
He just rolls his eyes, "Forget it." I see a wave of hurt come over his fine features.
"No, I've got something." I take the remote out of his hand and turn myself towards him. He focuses on me, "You're very nice."
The look on his face was bland, then he laughs, "You're very nice? What a lame compliment, I can say something nice about you."
"I'm all ears."
He sits up in the bed, taking my hand in his, stroking over the top of my hand, "You put up this front that you don't care, but you do. You worry about me. For instance, asking about how I felt about James, which you didn't have to ask, but you did. You're very considerate, and when we have sex, you look at me like I'm the only person that exists, and it scares the living shit out of me." No insinuated humor was in his confession, just pure truth. The truth that made my heartbeat and toes curl.
I just stare at him, in awe of what he just said. "Is that all true?" My voice was nothing above a whisper.
"I would never lie to you, Elizabeth. Never." He kisses the base of my neck, then my arm and hand.
I then find something to say, "I've never been one to fully open myself up to a guy, and I've never had a guy make me feel the way that you do. Not just with sex, but on a deep level. You're a great lover, but mostly, you pay attention to me, actually seeing me beyond my looks. I don't know how to compliment you, because we haven't spent that much time together, but yeah. This is all I've got."
He doesn't say anything, just pulls me to him, planting a soft, soothing kiss on my lips. No tongue, no roughness, just a mundane, toe-curling kiss. I latch my hand on the back of his neck, trying to push him even closer to me, I feel his fingers creep up to my shirt, that drag against my stomach, making me giggle.
"Never took you for being ticklish." He smiles against my swollen lips.
"Me either." We go back to kissing, he grabs me by the waist and sits me on his lap, straddling him. "I want you, Andreas."
He looks at me, not in a sexual way, but with liking and allure. Andreas watches as I take my shirt off, throwing it to the floor, again. Taking off my shorts, he lifts me so I can get them off. I'm now clad in no bra and Friday hot pink underwear. He just ogles my body, not like a few minutes ago when he had me on his desk, fucking me with his fingers.
Everything is changing, from the words that we spilled about each other, it's making us see things more clearly. I don't just want him because of his looks, but because I want to be near him, to feel his being on me, in me.
To slow things down, I start a conversation with him, "How was your day?"
He lifts a brow, "You really want to know how my day was?" His voice was rough as he stared intently at my face, his fingers slinking down my body, starting at my shoulder, over my boob, and now my pudgy stomach.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know," I inform him.
He laughs, "Fine, sassy girl. I'll encourage this conversation, but won't like it one bit." I squeeze his nose, he just swats my hand away. "My day was. . . pretty boring I'd say. Coach has been making us have early practices, and late practices, that's why I haven't been able to spend time with you." That makes sense, the last time we fucked was a while ago, and it's been driving me nuts. I thought he was ignoring me, getting tired of me, but turns out he was just busy with practice.
Andreas' hand skim back up my body, palming my boob, I moan. He smiles, "I love these so much."
"I know you do," I smirk. "Why are you having so many practices?"
"After our game with Notre Dame this upcoming week, we go up against Washington, then if we beat those two, onto the championships we go. Our Coach is excited, and wants us to train as much as we can, no time lost." Looking in his eyes, which are fixed on my boobs, I see tiredness lace them.
My finger strokes his jaw, "When's the Notre Dame game?"
"Next week Thursday. Are you going to be there?" From the look in his eyes, I could tell he wanted me to be, wanted me to say yes.
"I will, if I don't, Bridget will kill me." We both share a laugh.
"She probably will."
"Tell me more about your day."
He rakes his brain, "Alright, uh, I'm having problems with a classmate in my Biostatics class."
My blood slowly starts to boil, the thought of someone messing with him, taunting him, makes me sick to my core. Over time I've come to care for Andreas.
"Who is it?" I start to rub his chest and kiss his cheek slowly. He groans under his breath, tightening one hand on my hip and the other on my left boob, playing with my hardened nipple.
He explains, "Meghan. She's always calling me out, trying to make me look dumb in front of the class. She has this idea that I'm a dumb jock who can't learn anything, and signed up for the wrong class. Which is ridiculous since we have the top grades in the class, but she still treats me bad." His eyes lower, so do his hands.
I lift his chin with my finger, "You want me to beat this Megan girl's ass?" My face was serious, with no humor in sight.
He shakes his head, "No, thanks though. I can handle myself. Enough about me, let's talk about you."
"Me! There's nothing to say about me." I assure him, "I just want to know about you."
He clamps his hands around my thighs, "No, you're important too. I know you had your presentation; how did it go?"
I forgot about that. Why or how would he remember?
"I got an A."
His smile brightens, kissing me on my forehead, "That's my girl, good job!"
"Thank you." I smile in my hand, trying to hide it from him, and the blush that creeps up on me.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we done with this whole talking thing, I need you right now." His eyes become feral.
"Yeah." I waste no time with hopping off his lap, laying down on my back as he comes between my spread legs.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard; you won't be able to think." He whispers between kisses that trail down my body, to my vagina. "Want me to kiss you?"
"Yes, please." I bring his face back to mine, but he stops me.
"Not those lips." Wait, what is he- OH!
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