So, Eric's a stud under those glasses, isn't he? There's a Viking in there, I'm telling you...

Chapter 3

The day after Eric invited me to sit with him by buying me my soda, I bought him a bag of those Kettle chips I'd noticed he'd always munch on to repay him. I made sure to stop by the store in the morning and got the flavor he liked; salt and ground pepper. Everyday after that, we sat together.

Sometimes we would talk for a few minutes, and I learned that Eric was an English major. He got excited talking about it, but seemed a bit discouraged. He said that his professors told him that his writing was too technical, so he was working on it. We shared the same passion for films and the theater, and that made me really happy. I loved having something like that in common with him.

I often found myself having dreams about Eric, as well as having him star in all my fantasies. I couldn't get him out of my head, and it was killing me that he hadn't made a move yet. I talked to my roommate Amelia about him, and she suggested that he might be gay, which I absolutely denied at the time, but was now beginning to think was a definite possibility. I don't mean to be narcissistic or anything, but I do look halfway decent. I get hit on a lot, but I just chalk that up to it being college. College guys will hit on anything with legs, and the right equipment between them. Eric didn't though. I noticed that he never looked twice at the women around him, even when they spilled water on him. He had also been nothing but respectful towards me. He even looked in my eyes when I talked, rather than my chest, like most guys did. That was a definite first, and when I told Amelia, she just said, "Totally gay! Have you seen your rack? I stare at them while I'm talking to you!" So I tried to stop thinking about him so much. If he was gay, then there wasn't really a point in fantasizing about what I could never have.

So, you can imagine my surprise when he kissed me. I had gotten up to retrieve a book I needed and was standing at the end of the aisle looking through it, when I noticed someone coming towards me fast. It was Eric, and when he reached me he laid the mother of all kisses on me. I had never been kissed like that. It was so hot, and full of passion and lust. He even picked me up and pushed me against the bookshelf, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist, which helped me feel a rather wonderful part of him growing firmer my the second. Definitely not gay. Then his hand went under my shirt and his fingers teased my nipple, as he nibbled on my neck just under my ear. Definitely not gay.

Then that freaking librarian had to come along and ruin everything. I saw her right after she did it, but Eric hadn't seemed to notice yet, so I tapped his shoulder. She cleared her throat again, and he finally saw her. He looked us over and what just happened seemed to hit him full force. Just like that, Eric went from being a confident, debonair version of himself, to being a shy nerd again. I didn't think he could get away from me fast enough. He practically ran down the aisle, leaving me standing there disheveled, and under the judgmental eyes of the librarian. I calmly set my clothes to rights, picked up the book I had dropped, and walked back to the table. Eric wasn't there. His stuff was gone, and his chair was halfway out. I felt like I had ruined everything, and then I remembered that I wasn't the one initiating anything. He kissed me. He came charging down that aisle and kissed me against a bookshelf.

I quickly gathered my things. I knew I would need to talk this over with Amelia. We lived just off campus in our own apartment. She and I had been best friends in high school, and she came from a rich family. Her father paid for the apartment, and the DSL Internet and satellite TV. All we had to do was pay utilities. It was definitely a good thing to be friends with Amelia. On top of all the financial perks, she was a truly good person, fiercely loyal to her friends, and insanely honest.

I could breathe easier as soon as I stepped out into the slightly cool air. It was almost December now and the weather was getting chillier, but it wasn't cold enough for a coat yet. I was in a daze the entire walk back to the apartment. My mind kept wandering back to that kiss, and the way his lips felt on mine. I thought of the way his mouth and hands left a burning trail on my skin. I thought about his hard length pressed into my thigh. I was getting wet just thinking about it. I would definitely need to relieve myself tonight, and luckily I had some fresh material for a nice fantasy.

When I stepped into the apartment, I heard giggling coming from Amelia's room. She probably still had her boyfriend Tray over. I knew she did. It was the main reason I had begun to go to the library for so long everyday. I couldn't take hearing the noises of their humping all the time. Especially not today. She got him all the time, and right now I needed girl talk. I took a deep breath, covered my eyes with my hand, and threw her door open.

"Sookie!" I heard her squeal.

"I'm not looking! Tray, would you mind leaving? I really need to talk to Amelia."

"We're kinda busy Sookie," came Tray's deep, breathless voice.

"Amelia. Now." I said seriously.

"Fine, I'll be there in a minute," she sighed.

I reached around for the doorknob and pulled the door closed again, and then I turned around and went out to the living room to wait. About five minutes later, a very satisfied looking Tray walked out of the apartment. Amelia came out a couple minutes after that in her robe, with quite a smile on her face.

"What's up?" she asked as she plopped down on the couch beside me.

"Did you just blow him?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, I couldn't leave him in that…condition," she smirked, "Don't change the subject. What's going on?"

"Eric kissed me," I blurted out.

"WHAT?!" she screeched.

"Amelia! My ears. Could you be any louder?" I said as I leaned away from her.

"I thought he was gay!" she said at a decidedly lesser decibel.

"Apparently not."

"Well, what happened?" She was practically bouncing with excitement.

"It was just going like it normally does, but when I got up to go get a book he followed me, and gave me the best kiss I've ever had." I gave her all the particulars, and she agreed that he was most definitely not gay.

"So what do I do now? He left right after. I don't even know if he'll show up tomorrow." I said rather disappointedly.

"Sookie, from what you've told me, this guy is all about routine. He's going to show up. He'll be there. So you just go and sit in the seat next to him, and act like everything's normal. You'll figure the rest out."

"What does that mean? 'You'll figure the rest out'?"

"It means," she started with a smirk, which usually meant something bad, "that this time, when he gets up to find a book, you follow him and do some asserting of your own."

My jaw dropped. "Amelia, I can't do that. I'm not you."

"Well, fine. Don't kiss the hottie again. I'll just have to keep listening to you moan his name to yourself at night, instead of to him."

I blushed furiously, and ignored her last statement, "I just don't know if I could be that forward. He's always so shy, with the exception of those couple of minutes."

"Oh, you can do it. You're capable of a lot more than you think, and it's time. You need to get yourself a good man, and stop letting that asshole control your actions." I shot her a warning glare. "I know you're not that comfortable moving fast, especially now, so how about tomorrow you just feel the situation out and report back to me. Then we'll go from there."

That sounded much better. I could do that. I just hoped he would show.

Will he show? Well, that's a stupid question. You guys know me, of course he will show. Whoops, I hope that didn't spoil you too bad, but come on. He's sooo gonna show.

Big pouncyhuggles to FDM! I'm so luky I have the woman who writes the hottest fic ever betaing my little Nerdvirgin story. *le sigh* She's amazing.

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P.S. I'm making headway on chapter 19 of WDMC, for those of you that read it.