The Flyer & The Frat Star

Wine & Pizza

Hero

I haven't seen Josephine as much as I would've liked to over the past week, but I understand that she's been busting her ass at cheer practice for hours on end every day. We've managed to fall asleep on FaceTime every single night and I did sit next to her in our English class this week, but she still seems apprehensive about going overtly public with our relationship... or whatever it is we're doing. Like I've said before, I'm not going to pressure her to do anything she's uncomfortable with, and if that means our PDA stands for private rather than public, I'll just be happy I get any form of intimacy with her. It's finally Friday night and Jo invited me over after her practice ends to hang out and watch some movies in her room. She mentioned that the squad is having another social with the lacrosse team, but she managed to find a way out of attending. I know she's still feeling a little raw from her confession last week, so I'm hoping the extra-large Hawaiian pizza I'm bringing along will raise her spirits a bit.

I knock on the door and wait, incredibly excited to spend the night with my girl. "Delivery!" I smile at her once she opens the door, looking absolutely adorable with a large WSU Cheerleading sweatshirt with a sexy pair of yoga pants and her glasses.

"Hmm, I don't remember ordering a pizza," she teases with that sinful smirk.

"Well, ma'am. If you can't afford it, I can think of another way you can pay," I smirk back at her playfully. A surprised smile adorns her face at my remark.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think this was the beginning of a porn video," she laughs and rolls her eyes, stepping aside to allow me into the room.

"Who said it isn't?" I place the pizza box on her desk and grip her hips, pulling her body flush to mine. I've missed this—feeling her hot little body pressed perfectly against mine. Her hands immediately find my hair and tug, pulling my face down and capturing my lips in a scorching embrace. My tongue enters her mouth instantaneously, desperately searching out her own. My hands slide down her sides, moving underneath the bulky fabric of her sweatshirt and gripping the warm skin of her hips. She yanks my hair harshly and I let out a deep moan feeling her nails dig into my scalp. I reluctantly release my tight grip on her and slow the kiss down to a more PG-13 level, knowing that if we continue on I may not be able to stop myself, and I certainly don't want to spend the entire movie dealing with an intense case of blue balls. As much as I love the undeniable passion between us physically, I don't want her to feel like that's all I want from her and I don't want her to feel any pressure around being intimate with me. I'm perfectly content with spending the night watching cheesy movies and eating pineapple on pizza as long as she's by my side. "I got your favorite," I smile down at her, nodding my head to the pizza on her desk.

"Have I ever told you that you're amazing?" she smiles back, opening the box and taking a whiff of the smell with satisfaction and hunger. My heart flutters at her compliment as I take a seat on the edge of her bed, seeing Netflix already set up on the TV.

"Amazing? No. I think you've only ever referred to me as sexy, hot, the most attractive student at WSU, the man of your dreams," I begin listing off, causing her to roll her eyes yet again. The teasing banter between us comes so naturally, and I look forward to it every night on our routine FaceTime calls.

"Well, you're all of those things and amazing, too," she giggles and stands between my legs, resting her forearms on my shoulders and leaning down to place a gentle peck on my lips.

"So Khadijha left already?" I look up at her face, acutely aware that if I directed my gaze forward I'd be right in line with her breasts, and as desperate as I am to motorboat her right over her sweatshirt, we're taking this at her pace.