“Here I am.” I smile and it comes off as looking stupid. Or maybe my face is just weird. Paige, on the other hand, is beautiful as always. She’s in one of those tank tops that she loves to wear and you won’t find me complaining. Her long blonde hair is down and it’s falling around her shoulders. I’m itching to run my hands through it. Our schedules are so busy that we really only see each other on campus or when she and Emma stop by. And no matter what, we never get any privacy.
“I want to see you, too, Paige. Like, really see you. Like an actual date. Think we can swing that with our schedules?”
“I wish.”
“I’ll make it happen. It may be from the hours of 10 p.m. to midnight on a Tuesday, but I’ll make it happen. Tell me what you want to do on this date,” I ask her.
“Honestly, I don’t care what we do. We can lie in your bed and watch movies for all I care. I just like being with you. I’m getting kind of addicted to it, honestly.”
“You and me both. And I can definitely handle a date where you cuddle up next to me. Think you’d fall asleep on my shoulder?”
“Mmmm. On your chest. It’s all toned and hard, but I’d curl up right next to you and fall asleep. But first…”
There's that tone again. Jesus. I can feel my dick twitch at the very idea that Paige wants to lie in bed and cuddle with me. “Yeah? What would we do first?” I ask, and my voice has dropped a full octave.
“I would touch you, Spencer.” She parts her lips on a sigh and that fast, I’m hard.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “I would touch you, too, baby. God, I want you so bad.”
“Yeah?” She toys with the strap on her tank top and for half a second, I wonder if we’re really doing this. But hell yes, we are. Whatever Paige is into, I’m totally up for.
“Yeah. I’d start with your lips. Kissing you is like a drug I can’t get enough of. But then I’d work my way down your neck, over your collarbone, and onto those gorgeous tits. Jesus. I fucking dream about what you look like naked.” I slip my hand inside my sweats and palm my dick. I’m so hard it aches, but god, it feels so fucking good.
She moves her hands to her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingertips. Holy Jesus. We’re not even in the same room, but I need her. I need to get her off. I want to hear her cry out when she gets herself there.
“After I kiss your tits, after I lick and suck and tease them? I’m gonna touch you.”
“Where, Spencer?” Her voice is breathy now and she must have the phone propped on a nightstand because I can see her tease herself by lightly brushing her fingers back and forth over her sensitive center.
“Your pussy,” I tell her as she slips her hand into her panties and her eyes flutter closed. She spreads her legs wide and works herself over, panting and moaning with each stroke. She’s the goddamn personification of every dirty dream I’ve ever had and it’s taking all my restraint not to come. “I’m gonna fill you up with my fingers and it’s gonna feel so good, baby. You’ll be so wet for me, so tight. Fuck. I’m gonna kiss you there, too. Kiss and lick and suck and oh, fuck. I’m so hard for you right now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue. Do you want that? I’m—”
“Oh, god, Spencer!” she cries out as she reaches her climax and I follow right after.
It takes a few minutes for our breathing to return to normal, and after I clean up and crawl back into bed, my sweet Paige looks pretty sleepy.
“You’re coming over to practice our speeches tomorrow, right?”
“Mmhmm,” she says. “Any chance your roommates all have somewhere to be?”
“Sadly, no.”
“Would it be suspicious if I brought them all earplugs?”
I laugh. “Nah, they won’t suspect a thing.”
Paige
“You pick the playlist,” I tell Lily as I get behind the wheel of her car Tuesday morning.
Yep, I’m skipping two classes to take Lily to Planned Parenthood. And I don’t feel an ounce of guilt. First off, Emma’s taking notes in Econ, and the prof doesn’t even take attendance in that class. Plus, I don’t understand a word she’s saying when I’m there, so I figure skipping one lecture won’t hurt. And Spence—sweet, blushing Spence— is taking notes for me in Speech. I’m sad to miss that class—I actually look forward to it— but it can’t be helped.
Lily’s period was late last week, so I took her car to Shelburne to get a couple of pregnancy tests. Thankfully, all three were negative and she got her period a couple days later.
So now we’re off to PP for some birth control. She’s never been on it because her parents think it’s the devil’s pharmaceutical, so she and Jordy relied on condoms alone. Given the events of the last few weeks, she’s re-thinking that. Lily’s a little freaked out about the whole thing, so I said I’d go with. Difficult things are always a little less difficult with someone beside you.
She sighs. “Thanks for this, Paige. I’m a dork, I know. But doctors freak me out. And if my parents found out I want birth control? Lordy Lord. My mother would start lighting candles and praying to the saints, and my dad would stand outside our dorm with a shotgun.”
“Well, good thing there’s a privacy policy,” I smile. “And it’s no biggie. They’re super nice. I think it’s actually a requirement—you can’t be an asshole if you work for Planned Parenthood. I promise, they’ll treat you with respect, nobody will give you dirty looks, and if they dare, they’ll have to deal with me.”
