"Look at that chick over there! You can practically see her ovaries from how short that skirt is!"
Sam Evans rolled his eyes at the exclamations of his roommate, a one Noah "Puck" Puckerman, the lothario at the state school they both attended. Flipping his eyes from his comic book to find Puck staring out the window of their dorm with his fingers curved into circles to demonstrate what he had just said, Sam nodded halfheartedly before turning back to the adventures of Superman and Lex Luthor.
Sam wasn't exactly sure why he had been roomed with a guy who seemed the complete opposite of him, but he knew it was all Coach Beiste's doing. She had told the football team that she wanted them as close as brothers out on the field and almost able to read the others' minds. While Sam and Puck weren't exactly the same, the amount of women Sam had woken up in Puck's bed was a giant signifier of that, on the field, they knew they could depend on each other which was helping them slowly rise up the ranks of college football. Puck was not troublesome most of the time, except in moments like these.
"Dude, leave the girl alone," Sam finally said exasperated. "She's probably walking to class or something." Turning to the next page, Sam was more than content with finding out how Superman was going to defeat the big bad bald villain when he heard Puck speak again.
"She ain't walkin' to class. She's in her room, trying on clothes and shit." With an eyebrow raised and his sight locked at Puck leaning against the window, Sam realized he needed to figure out what the hell Puck was talking about.
Getting off his bunk bed and walking over to the window, he lightly pushed Puck to the side as he scanned the view ahead of him. With his eyes moving past classroom buildings and the athletic field, his eyes finally settled on the dorm right next to his and after Puck mumbling something about the open window on the fourth floor, Sam found her.
The blonde hair was the first thing he saw. It was short, as if recently cut to her shoulders rather than the long blonde hair that he was used to seeing on the girls that went to the football after parties. Her face was next as she turned in front of the mirror, admiring herself in a new outfit with the tags barely visible. "A classic beauty" was the first thought to pop into his head as he watched the girl's lips upturn into a smile and two rows of pearly whites came into view. Letting his eyes moved back, he saw as the girl turned in front of the mirror again, her hands smoothing over her skirt before letting his eyes admire her legs. It was like she had an athlete's body, a dancer or cheerleader maybe. Sam would have recognized her if she had been one of the school's cheerleaders. He was sure that Puck had bedded all of them at some point or another.
"Dude, stop fucking gawking," Sam heard Puck say, his jaw instantly closing before swallowing hard. Sam could feel his boxers getting a bit tighter and he was more than happy he was wearing basketball shorts so that Puck didn't have any idea of what was going on. He watched as the girl examined herself one more time before grabbing a text book and keys off her desk and heading out the door.
"Shit," Sam mumbled under his breath, shaking his head and taking a deep breath in the hope it would calm him down. Turning to his roommate who seemed ready to find a pair of binoculars, Sam gave him a quick shove to the side only to get a shocked look in return.
"Dude, cut it out," Puck shoving him back as part of his reply. "I bet you 20 bucks that I'll have her in my bed by next week." Snorting back, Sam adjusted himself in his shorts swiftly before turning back to Puck. "Leave her alone, bro." Sam mumbled, moving back to his bed. "She's probably too good for your dumb ass anyway."
Sam pondered if that sentiment was the same for him before being interrupted with a pounding on the door, followed by yelling from their coach about a team meeting. With Puck already heading out the door, Sam was close behind and relieved that the coach had always been a boner killer when he realized he had left his phone back in his room.
Running to go retrieve it quickly and not miss any of the meeting, especially since as the quarterback he needed to know as much as possible, Sam's eyes only glanced at the window for a moment before he realized that the girl was back. Going back to the window sill, he tried to stay hidden as he watched the girl look for something, flipping over the pillows on her bed before heading to the desk. It looked like she had found it, the smile appearing again as her eyes glanced up. Sam didn't mean for their eyes to meet, he thought he had been perfectly hidden from her view, but when they did, his jaw dropped slightly. Her eyes were this color he couldn't exactly describe and after whispering some Na'vi to himself, the girl's eyes flicked downwards again as she rushed out of her room. Sam shook the image of her out of his head as he heard his last name called by Beiste. Maybe their eyes hadn't met, he thought to himself. It might have just been a trick of the light.
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Football practices for the next few days ran longer than expected, forcing Sam to only catch quick glimpses of the girl in the other dorm. From Puck's mission of getting her to crawl into his bed, Sam had learned that the girl's name was Quinn. She was his age, maybe a few months older and an English major. Sam didn't really pay much attention to what else Puck had babbled on about, especially with the other boy's only interest being to get under her skirt. Sam found out what else he needed to know about her through his quick looks through his window.
She lived alone, seeing as her bed and desk were the only ones in the room. She read a lot, probably as much as he did, but hers were the big books, the ones with the small print and the complicated story lines that took him longer to comprehend than his comic books that he held near and dear. She was a performer, maybe not anymore but at one point she must have been with the way she danced and sang in front of the mirror without any worries. The days where the blinds were completely shut worried him. The window was his access into her world and with them closed, he felt shut out and not just literally. When the blinds would open up again and he could see her red blotchy cheeks and the remnants of tears being wiped off with her hand, Sam wanted to hug her, forgetting for the moment that she had no idea who the hell he was.
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After another long day of classes followed by football practice, Sam was walking out of the shower he shared with Puck and the two football players that lived next door with one towel wrapped around his waist and another ruffling through his hair. Once he was sure his blonde moptop was dry enough, Sam chucked the towel onto his bed before realizing that he was all alone in his room. Sam quickly remembered Puck mentioning something about a party somewhere and his reaction when Sam had stated he hadn't wanted to go. Sam had remembered Puck looking a bit disappointed in his roommate, but Sam hadn't cared. He was exhausted and had homework to catch up on, so Puck headed for the door as Sam headed for the shower for his night completely alone. At first Sam had attempted homework, but his Biology chapter seemed useless against the draw of his XBox and before he knew it, he was sitting in front of his screen playing Call of Duty, his towel still hung against his hips.
He hadn't expected the girl to be home that night too. It was a Saturday night and while Sam felt like a loser staying in his room half naked playing video games, he didn't think she would be doing the same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing.
Instinctively, Sam turned his head toward the window, expecting to see Quinn reading or doing homework or even just the blinds closed, but instead he found them half closed with the only part open being revealed to him. Sam shifted his chair closer as he tried to figure out exactly what he was seeing. She was laying on her bed, her hair splayed out against the colorful comforter and her eyes shut tight. Sam would have thought she was sleeping if it weren't for the fact that she was sideways on her bed and completely naked.
Leaning back into his chair, Sam's hand went to his towel covered erection that only seemed to be getting harder and harder as he watched what was unfolding before him. She was laying on the bed, her back arching as her tanned legs spread more and more open. He licked his lips at the sight of her bare center, the light of her room letting her wetness glisten for him. Her fingers began teasing her opening and Sam couldn't help but groan at the sight of her arching her back as her middle finger grazed over her clit. Opening his towel with his left hand, Sam jumped in his chair when he felt the cool air hit his hardening cock before taking a pump of lotion into his right and grabbing himself.
Sam could practically hear the girl moan as she slipped a finger inside of herself, her mouth dropping open as the finger slid slowly in and out. Sam's hand moved up and down his member at the same pace as the finger, slowly at first as he felt himself getting harder in his hand at the show in front of him. The moment the second finger slid in between her thighs, it was Sam who couldn't control his moan as his other hand slid down against his abdominals and through his pubic hair before moving to fondle his scrotum. He watched as the blonde manipulated herself closer and closer to her release, one hand alternating squeezing at her full breasts and flicking against her hardened nipples while her other had two fingers inside of herself with her thumb at the side of her bundle of nerves. Her body was arching toward her hand as his hips thrusted into his own, his precum becoming a better lubricant than the lotion could ever be.
Sam knew the exact moment the girl had reached her orgasm. He could barely keep his eyes open as he felt the burning in his stomach threatening to overtake him completely, but he saw it. Her toes clenched against the comforter as her back arched for the last time and her hand slowed down. Her eyes seemed to be going everywhere at once while her mouth stayed wide open as Sam imagined what she sounded like when she came. With the sound of ragged pants filling the room and his last sight being of Quinn finding pleasure, it took a few more strokes before Sam releases ropes and ropes of his viscous white substance against his bare chest, abs, and hand. Shutting his eyes as his body shuddered, Sam slowed his hand before finally stopping and waited as 'Little Sam' shrunk before his very eyes.
Sam swore his eyes were playing tricks on him when he looked back up at the window. She wasn't on the bed anymore, hell it had looked as if no one had been on the bed just a few minutes before. He was hoping he hadn't just made this all up in his head, that the orgasm he had just given himself and the next shower he was going to have to take hadn't been based on something he hoped would happen. His hopes were confirmed when she popped back in front of the window, a sheer cover up shielding her from his probing eyes. Licking her fingers, Sam had to rub his eyes at what happened next. Did she.. wink at him before closing her blinds fully? There was no way, Sam thought to himself, his towel now back placed and covering himself. "No way," he blurted out softly to himself, his pants getting softer as his mind wandered.
AN: Thank you for reading! This was originally a one shot but I decided to split it up in parts. The second part is already written so I just need your reviews/comments to put the next chapter up!