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  “Made love. It’s different, you wouldn’t know skanky skank.”

  “Stop calling her that, Geri,” Ian spoke up.

  The girl Ian was talking with earlier. I saw them in the hallway. It was a lively conversation. Sure, two other girls were with her, but were they just two more women Ian was indulging in?

  “Geri, seriously. Out of my room.” He stood up, and grabbed her by the shoulders.

  “Oh you know I love it when you get rough, but let me take my clothes off first.”

  “You will take nothing off. You weren’t even that good. Come on, out.”

  I stared at Ian. I looked him over. He was so hot now. He went from the sweet, funny little fat kid into someone carved out of marble. That did things to people. He went from the guy who wrote off being able to go to the prom, to the guy who wouldn’t even try to get a date.

  Shaking. We’d drifted apart. We hadn’t been as close as we had been. I couldn’t see these changes, and maybe it was foolish of me to expect him to be the same person inside instead of just on the outside.

  Besides. I looked at Geri. She was gorgeous. She was way above my league. Me? I was aggressively average. I always have been.

  Ian managed to force Geri out the front door, closed it, and locked it again. “Silly Ian, you forgot to give me a key. It’s not nice to make me have to bug the janitor again to get in!”

  Finding my footing, I stood up. I ached with what Ian had done to me, but I didn’t know how I felt about it anymore.

  “I’m sorry about all that, Dana.” He came around and sat back down on the bed.

  “Sorry about what?”

  “Her. I slept with her last Saturday. She got clingy. She thinks I’m her boyfriend now.”

  “I saw you talking to her.”

  “That’s probably why. I’m trying to be cordial since I’m friends with her friends.”

  “I bet you have a lot of friends who are girls now. You must be drowning in them.”

  “Yeah. They really seem to like me.”

  “I bet they do.” I was trying to control my breathing. Trying to control my tears.

  This was my first time. I wanted it to be with someone special. I wanted it to be something I could look back on and smile, even if I had to move on from who it was with.

  “Are… are you about to cry?”

  He moved to be by my side, throw his arm over my shoulder.

  I would have none of it.

  Standing up, I turned away from him, and started to gather my clothes.

  “Dana, what’s wrong?”

  “Why do you care?”

  “I care because you’re my friend.”

  “I’m just one of many girlfriends, aren’t I?”

  It stunned him into silence. The truth tended to do that.

  I rushed to get dressed. No matter how much my heart was splitting, I was coping with the fact that I still had my own life to live, no matter how much pain I was going through.

  “Dana… No. I haven’t had a proper relationship in a year. None of them connected with me the way you do.”

  “Yeah, just flings with girls you seduce. Girls you tell you want more of.”

  “Geri? Geri is crazy. I made the mistake of sticking my dick in crazy, okay? She’s nothing to me.”

  “I’m sure I’ll be nothing to you too.”

  “You’ll never be nothing to me, Dana. You’ve never been nothing to me. You’ve been my everything for so long.”

  “Yet you still just sleep around.”

  “I didn’t know if you loved me back. What am I supposed to do, stay celibate on the off chance the girl I love actually would reciprocate my feelings?”

  “What an excuse.” I shook my head. My head hurt, and that was bad. “I have to get ready for the exam. I need to do this. I need to succeed at it. I don’t need your drama, Ian. Just, leave me alone. We’ve changed. You got your teenage fantasy fulfilled, so you can move on.”

  By this point, I was properly dressed.

  He was right behind me, his hands wrapped around me. “Why can’t you understand that I want you?”

  “You wait until you’re a lightning rod for pussy to go after me? Why shouldn’t I be suspicious?”

  “Because what part of being a fat, no confidence loser as little as three years ago do you not understand?”

  I pushed his hands away. “Just… just leave me alone. I need to focus on my test. I need to do a last review. Thank you for helping me study, but, I don’t… know. Just leave me alone, okay?”

  Gathering up my books and other things, I had everything together, and with that, I bolted toward the door, desperate to get away from all of this.

  Chapter Eight

  The test was pure hell. I could barely do a proper review. My mind was too mixed up with the thoughts surrounding Ian. Everything felt so true the night before, and yet here I was with a complete and total one-eighty.

  Showing up disheveled, sweaty, and just generally a mess for exams was a well accepted tradition in our school. Even then, it made me feel even more miserable, wondering how many girls had gone to class the next day stinking of Ian’s seed?

  Somehow, someway, I was able to recall everything Ian had managed to teach me over the course of the night. I guess the positive association aspect did help out after all, even if I had to wonder how many people remembered things about ethnography tied to being fucked doggy style over a kitchen counter.

  There had to be someone else, I figured.

  Still, I was taxed. I tried my damnedest. Somethings I just blanked on, but I guessed anyway. A shot in the dark is more likely to be correct than nothing at all, I reckoned.

  Slowly but surely, I completed the test. I had time to spare. I made sure to double check my answers, that my multiple choice questions were filled in the right way. If I was going to fail, I was going to fail because I was stupid, not due to anything like a technicality.

  I handed Professor Schmoltz my test, and returned to my seat. He needed to grade all these soon to get them all in before the final score was handed down, so I would know how I did soon.

  The anticipation though, was going to be a killer. Especially as the silence put me in my own thoughts.

  Why was I so quick to not believe the man I call my best friend? I couldn’t believe he would want me, that’s why.

  Self-esteem had never been something so hard for me to cope with. It, like everything else about me, was average.

  When he was a fat nerd, I could see why Ian would want me. He couldn’t do better.

  Now? I looked around the classroom. I counted four girls who I considered prettier than I was. In better shape. Had bigger breasts. Actually used makeup. I shouldn’t be sleeping with hot guys, no I should be sleeping with average schlubs. Someone like Hank, who was two rows in front of me.

  He was sort of portly. He was already balding. I wouldn’t call him ugly, but a male modeling career was simply out of the question for him.

  That was the sort of guy that I should actually manage to get. Not someone brilliant, someone kind, someone hot, someone who could fuck me like that.

  I rocked myself back and forth. Yet, I didn’t want a guy like Hank. I wanted Ian.

  If only I could believe he could actually want a girl like me.

  “Miss Neilson, I’ve completed reviewing your exam.”

  I swallowed. The moment of truth. Legs heavy with apparent lead, I walked toward the front of the room. He didn’t want to announce it in front of everyone, just in case it was utterly terrible.

  I feared mine would be one of those grades that was utterly terrible.

  “I’m sorry, Professor Schmoltz, I’ve just had a rough few hours.”

  “I can see that, Miss Neilson.”

  A huge breath escaped me. “There’s no third chance on the test, is there?”

  “Why would you want a third try?”

  “Uhm, because I totally botched this test here?”

  “Miss Neilson, you scored you
r B. If you’re trying to tell me you believe you can do better, I’m charmed by your drive, but that’s not necessary. You have what you need to pass my class. Congratulations.”

  A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. “Thank you.”

  “Thank yourself. You’re the one who passed the test.”

  Thank Ian. I don’t think I would have been able to get by all of this if I hadn’t been coached so fervently by him.

  Perhaps him fucking me helped too, but I don’t think that there will ever be a conclusive study on how fucking ones tutors could lead to potentially higher grades.

  Another deep breath, and I headed out of the classroom.

  “It’s nice to see a smile on your face again.”

  It immediately disappeared.

  It was Ian. Ian standing there with two women by his side. I vaguely recognized them as the other two women besides Geri who I had seen Ian talking to.

  “Why does it go away so fast, Dana?”

  “Because apparently you’re done pretending to love me, and brought two women here to rub it in my face?”

  “Lara, AJ,” Ian plainly said.

  They stepped forward. Their hands interlocked. Then they kissed.

  I stared at it, blinking.

  “What’s this supposed to mean?”

  “Well,” Ian began, “them being lesbians means they have no interest in me sexually. I really was just having a conversation with them earlier.”

  “Ian told us about what Geri did,” one of the girls said. I believed it was Lara, from how Ian gestured at them.

  “Yeah, um… Geri has issues.” AJ said, as I determined by process of elimination.

  “She’s our friend and all, but she can’t understand that casual sex sometimes is just that.”

  “Ian’s too much of a nice guy to tell her to fuck off until it’s too late. We’re going to have a nice long conversation with her.”

  “We want you to forgive Ian. He didn’t even do anything, he’s only said the most wonderful things about you, Dana.”

  I just blinked in amazement as the two women kept talking at me.

  “What’s the point of all this,” I said.

  Ian stepped forward, and took my hand into his. “I’m not that much of a manslut. Sometimes a guy can just have a lot of friends who happen to be attractive women.”

  “Well yeah,” AJ said. “I’m not into cock, but if I was, well, Ian would be one hell of a catch.”

  “Sorry I don’t have a cock,” Lara jabbed, taking her girlfriend’s hand and walking off. They both shot me a devious glare, before they soon left us alone.

  “So you’re friends with a lesbian couple and a psycho?” I said.

  Ian nodded. “Yep. I’m also friends with one girl who’s a computer programmer, one who claims to be a witch, and another who wants to be a professional wrestler. I have no inclinations to fuck any of them, and they feel the same about me.”

  “So you’re trying to convince me men and women can be friends without fucking?”

  “Didn’t we pull that off for a really long time, Dana?”

  “We secretly wanted to fuck each other though.”

  He shook his head. “Yeah, we did. But we didn’t. I’m not ruled by my dick. I don’t have to screw a woman just because I think she’s hot. Not like it would matter though, because I got the hottest woman I’d ever want right in front of me.”

  I looked behind me. I was alone. I turned back and pointed to myself. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Beauty is more than looks, Dana. There’s only one girl in my life who has always been by my side, always had my best interests at heart, and would be there first to help me if I needed it. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world to me because of that.”

  Blush filled my cheeks. “Are you just blowing smoke up my ass?”

  “Nope. Everything I said last night was true. My declarations of love, how much I wanted to have you, the study notes on Anthropology, all of it was true. I want you to understand that, Dana. I was always afraid of making our relationship more because of what might happen when we introduced sex into it. Please. Don’t you dare make me regret fucking you, because as wonderful as that was, it wasn’t good enough to make it worth losing you as a friend.”

  The way he was standing near me. His presence was now so overpowering, reminding me of the wonders that he could introduce me too.

  “I’m going to guess if I still don’t believe you, you’re going to start getting signed affidavits about your faithfulness and lack of relationship with that girl, huh? Take me to court to prove it all.”

  “If that’s what it takes to prove myself to you, Dana, I’ll do it. I’m not letting you go without a fight.”

  Laughing quietly to myself, I should have figured as much. If Ian was anything over the years, it was persistent and unwilling to just let himself be seen as guilty. The lengths he went to prove it was his brother who broke his mother’s sewing machine and not him, well, it was impressive. Dude should consider a career as a lawyer, because on top of that, he always proved incredibly convincing.

  “You want me to believe a guy like you,” I started, approaching him from the side. “Still wants a girl like me?”

  “What’s so hard to believe? If you won’t believe my words, believe this then,” he said, then taking me into his arms, hand on my back, the other behind my head, and kissing me. Deeply, passionately. Gooseflesh was forming all over my body from that.

  My body wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe him.

  My best friend wanted to be my lover. It was completely insane to me, despite it being what I always wanted. It was like a dream out of some cheesy movie, too good to be true.

  Sometimes, though, things are.

  I embraced him back. I grabbed at him, my tongue now following his as his sudden kiss was now advancing to more standard make out like teenagers phase.

  We did, after all, have a lot to catch up on after abstaining from one another for so long.

  He pressed me against a wall, ravenous from me. We had awakened appetites that had long been dormant, and were now completely free to express and explore them to the fullest.

  Panting, he withdrew from my lips. “Come on. I need to have you. Now.”

  “What, wait, right here in the hallway? Are you insane?”

  He shook his head, and went into his pocket, and pulled out a key ring. “I had a bit of a heart to heart with the custodian about letting certain girls in my room without my permission. He loans me these keys for a day, I don’t report him and get him fired from his job.

  Ian went to a near by room, and unlocked the door. It was an empty class hall. one of those ones with the rows that got higher in the back and stairs through the middle of the room. He guided me in, slammed the door, and locked it right back up.

  “Now I can have you here, without having to wait fifteen minutes to get back to your house or my room.” He said with a sly smile.

  “So you have keys to any building in the entire campus, and you are just going to use it so you can fuck me a little bit more quickly?”’

  “Yeah. Seems like a pretty good use. Did you think there was a better way to use it?”

  “I don’t know. Heist of the administration building to change some grades, steal some computers. I’m not a criminal, I don’t think about these things.”

  “Neither am I. This seems like the funnest legal way to use it.”

  “Technically I don’t think this is one hundred percent legal either…”

  “Quiet you.” To further his point, he made me be quiet by kissing me again. It was really quite hard to protest against quasi-breaking and entering when a tongue was down your throat. Ian lifted me up and carried me over to the desk, hoisting me up on it, never letting me go even a split second without stimulation.

  I pulled at his shirt. Today he decided to wear one of those fiddly plaid collared shirts, and all this led me to do was pull at the buttons one by one, slowly revea
ling more and more of his luscious chest. I pushed it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

  He wanted to see me just as badly, hiking up my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. I still felt like a mess, but the way Ian touched me, well, at least I felt like a sexy mess. The amazement in his eyes never faded.

  I then realized I should have never doubted him. Not with the way he looks at me. That was the same wonderment he had as a kid when he saw something he really wanted. It wasn’t a look you could believably fake. Now it wasn’t a case of it being a new toy he wanted, it was that he had me. I was his toy, and I was more than ready for him to play with me.

  Ian wanted to get me out of all of my packaging, pulling at my bra, and I swiftly went behind to unhinge the clip, and let my breasts pop out. He was quick to get a close up view of what I had to offer, kissing them, massaging them, taking handfuls of me, and relishing that he could finally enjoy the charms I had developed. The long forbidden fruit to him, he could now taste.

  Taste me he did. Kissing my breasts, taking my nipple into his mouth, pulling back on them, sending blissful jolts shooting through my body. The head of his hands rolling down my back, as his mouth released my breast, he couldn’t help but kiss me again, We technically weren’t teenagers anymore, but damn if we weren’t acting like we were anyway. Years of pent up lust finally spilling out.

  “The things I want to do to you…” He stopped, as if trying to find the next word.

  I looked at the clock. “Afternoon, I think. Early evening maybe?”

  “I’m going to do things to you for a very long time until an unforeseen time in the future.”

  A laugh, but he was quick to turn funny back into sexy, running his hand down my body toward my shorts, undoing the button, and peeling them off of my legs. I raised them, and closed them, aiding him in whatever way I could to best get to the even funner parts of our tryst, even desperately clawing at my shoe laces to get those off too. I wanted to feel him with every single part of my body, head to toe.

  Hands to flesh, he was quick to appreciate me again, massaging my thighs so delicately and intent, building anticipation there even more. Finding his way to my panties, rubbing me through them. “Did you know how much I had to hold myself back from jumping on you yesterday when you were like this? Butt ass naked except for some flimsy panties, the sexiest I had ever seen you. I deserve the Nobel Prize for self-control for that, Dana.”