Her apartment sat fifteen minutes from Big Patty’s, three blocks of shuttered shops and one long hill.
She talked the whole way with her hands while Wes walked half a step behind, watching two separate cars slow down to look at the suit.
“Sorry about the mess,” she said at the door of a building that had seen better decades, jangling her keys.
The studio was actually spotless, bed made tight, textbooks stacked in a perfect tower, two plates drying by the sink like the whole place had been straightened up for company.
“Nice room” said Wes.
“Thanks so what are you studying for?” said the girl while she kicked her shoes off by the door.
“I’ve got a midterm in Corporate Finance” said Wes.
She stopped mid-motion and blinked.
“No way I have a Finance exam too”
“What are the odds, same department?”
“Yeah Finance, I’m specializing in Business Development, what about you?”
“Same, second year, you?” said Wes and she gave him a slow look while leaning back against her desk.
“Third year, so that makes me your Senior, huh, do you owe me some respect Junior?”
Wes didn’t miss a beat.
He crossed to her counter, found a clean glass, poured the water with a mock-serious face, and held it out with both hands and a small bow.
“You’re right, how disrespectful of me. Please, Senior, some water for you.”
She burst out laughing and took the glass.
“You’re like something out of a K-drama.”
“I figured you’d like that.”
“I don’t know. I’m more into casual things,” she said, and the laugh was still sitting on her lips but her eyes had gone somewhere else completely.
Wes didn’t wait for another word.
He closed the distance and kissed her hard, one hand in her hair and the other sliding straight down to her waist, and she made a small shocked sound into his mouth before her hands found his lapels and held on instead of pushing.
“Wait, wait, who said we were gonna fuck?” said the girl.
“What’s more casual than fucking your Junior?” said Wes.
“You’re insane,” she said, but her hands weren’t going anywhere.
He hooked one arm under her knees and the other around her back and lifted her clean off the floor, and she yelped and kicked her legs.
“Hey! I’m not ready!”
“You’re ready,” said Wes, and carried her through the bedroom door.
He dropped her onto the mattress and pulled her shirt over her head in one motion, snapped the black lace bra open, and let her boobs fall free.
“Wow,” said Wes.
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth sucking hard while she pushed at his shoulders.
” We should, we should talk,” she managed, but the words died in her throat the second he bit down gently, and her hands quit pushing and dove into his hair instead.
His mouth went from one breast to the other while his hands found her waist, unzipped her pants, and slid them down with her panties, and she lifted her hips to help without being asked, and in seconds she was completely naked under his gaze.
He knelt at the edge of the bed and spread her legs, and his fingers found her slit already wet and hot, rubbing slow circles while he kept kissing up her stomach, and her back arched clean off the mattress.
“Damn, you’re so wet,” said Wes.
“Shut up, you idiot!” she gasped, breath coming in short bursts.
“You’re the one doing this to me!”
He worked his fingers until her whole body tightened and twitched and she came hard, soaking his hand with a cry she tried to bury in her own arm, and before the shudders even finished he stood up and kicked his pants off.
“Suck it,” said Wes.
She looked up at him from the bed with her eyes bright and got on her knees without a single second of hesitation, took him in both hands, ran her thumb over the head, and slid him into her mouth.
Slow at first, tongue swirling around the shaft, then faster, wetter, her head bobbing while Wes groaned and gripped her hair.
“Like that, yeah, just like that.”
His hips started moving on their own, thrusting against her mouth while she held his gaze the whole time, her hands down lower, massaging, and the quiet apartment filled up with wet sounds and his ragged breathing.
“I’m close,” said Wes.
She didn’t slow down.
She sucked harder, tongue working like a vacuum, and he let out a choked-out shout and came right in her mouth. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
She took every drop and swallowed it all, licked him clean from base to head, then pulled off with a wet pop and stood up wiping her lip.
“Well,” she said with a smirk.
“Looks like someone needs a minute to recover.”
And there it was.
The moment.
The old Wes knew this exact moment by heart, the girl at the motel laughing in his face, the lobby, the whole school knowing by Monday, and his brain served the whole memory up in half a second and waited for him to crumble like it always did.
Wes leaned back against the headboard, chest heaving, and grinned.
“Give me five minutes,” said Wes, “and then we’ll see who the Junior is here.”
The girl blinked at him, then laughed loud and delighted and dropped back onto the bed beside him.
“Oh, I like this version of you.”
“This version just met you tonight.”
“Shame,” she said, propping her head on her hand, tracing one finger across his chest.
“You never even asked my name.”
“You never asked mine.”
“I know. I was waiting to see if you would.”
“Do you want me to?”
She thought about it while watching the ceiling fan spin.
“No. Names make it complicated. Tonight you’re just the guy from the burger joint with the expensive suit, and I’m just the girl with the water, and tomorrow we’re two strangers who failed the same midterm. That’s cleaner.”
“Casual,” said Wes.
“See, you’re a fast learner, Junior.”
She stretched, cat lazy, and swung her leg over his hips, her hair falling down around both their faces.
“Now,” she said, eyes going dark.
“About those five minutes.”