Quentin's Way

Chapter 4

            Wednesday morning arrived quicker than I thought and I was anxious about Demi sitting behind me in class. I'd spent our entire senior year of high school sitting behind him and now he was going to be sitting behind me. I wondered if he'd stare at the back of my head the way I did him. That led me to wondering if he ever thought about me or had dreams about me the way I did of him. I looked at my phone to check the time and saw that there were only eight minutes until the start of class, which meant he'd be arriving at any moment.

            "Is this seat taken?" a girl asked me as she approached the desk in front of mine.

            "Nah," I told her. I looked at her as she sat down.

            She turned around and asked, "You're Quentin, right?"

            "Yeah. What's your name?"

            "Latoya Mitchell."

            "Okay, where are you from? Because you got the thickest country accent I've ever heard."

            "I'm from Jackson, Mississippi. And you're from Morrison Heights, Virginia; right?"

            "Damn, you're good. How you know that, beautiful?"

            "I may have done a little quick research on my phone after Professor Lewis said the athletes would need helpers in this class. Too bad he chose two male students to do that. I really wanted to be the one who helped you."

            "Well, maybe you still can." I smiled at her but immediately turned my attention to the door as Demi entered the classroom. Latoya kept talking but I wasn't really listening to her because I was thinking about Demi as he sat in the desk behind me.

            "So, are you cool with that?" Latoya asked just as I began listening to her again.

            "Cool with that? I'm sorry I was thinkin' about somethin'."

            "Are you cool with getting something to eat with me tonight?"

            "Oh, I don't know. I usually have a lot of stuff to do throughout the day and I'm worn out by nighttime. If I'm feelin' up to it, I'll hit you up."

            "Okay. Here's my number." She wrote her number down in my notebook and then flashed a smile before turning around in her seat to face the front of the class.

            Just as the professor was walking in, I took a slight glance over my shoulder to see Demi had this big smile on his face. He probably was happy to see me talking to a girl because that would mean I won't make any moves on him. The truth was I hadn't been with anyone—guy or girl—since coming to SCU over the summer for football. I jacked off every now and then whenever I had the room to myself, and that was rare. I can't lie though, Latoya was sexy. She had thick natural kinky hair, a beautiful dark brown skin tone, nice full lips, and a big booty with hips to match. Her titties weren't that big but they were perky as fuck. I was definitely attracted to her.

            "So, are you going to take her out?" Demi asked me as we talked in the math building stairwell after class. "She's really pretty."

            "She's fine," I told him, "but I already told you I'm not really lookin' to be nobody's boyfriend right now. I got too much goin' on already. If she's down to fuck then that's cool, but I'm not lookin' for anything more than that."

            "Well, she didn't put her hand up on the first day of class when Professor Lewis asked all the freshmen to put their hands up. That means she's most likely a sophomore. I think you and her would look cute together. And she asked you out instead of the other way around. She's progressive."