nyu, second year, september
Charlie had no idea how he had gotten here— Meeks, of all the girls he could have had, standing in front of him in nothing but a sexy little teddy. Meeks? Really?
But she was gorgeous, despite what he might have thought of her five or six years earlier. The messy curls all tossed to one side, those luscious thighs, her—
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to take this off of me?" she asked, shifting her weight to one foot and crossing her arms. She had obscured his view of his favorite part. Her breasts.
Oh, he knew how he had gotten here. He knew very well.
"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting that. At all." Charlie shut his textbook.
"Is this a bad time? I can go if you were studying," they both knew that wasn't what he had been doing, and they both knew she wasn't going to leave.
"My roommate won't be back for the weekend. He's in the Bronx with his girlfriend," Charlie stood up and passed her, locking the door. Just in case. They were always careful.
"I know." A sly grin crossed Meeks' face.
"You really know everything, don't you?"
"Only you would room with someone that leaves every weekend, including the first one of the year. Smart move, Charles," This time it was Charlie with the sly grin. Yes, he had picked his roommate well. Todd Anderson, the legend himself. Who would have thought that a Journalism major and a Business Management major would get along so well?
"Alright, alright. Get that sexy ass over here." He flipped the light switch.