Sensuality

VII - 7

One thing's for sure, I am tired as fuck.

Thomas and I didn't sleep a single second and I think it is a good thing that I am going to move. My neighbors will thank me. My bed didn't only lose its virginity it also witnessed his first marathon fuck. I don't remember how many times Thomas fucked me or how many times we both came. All I know is that when I looked in the mirror this morning my skin was covered in bruises.

I spent probably ten minutes just touching and looking at them. They feel so good. They look so good. Too good to cover them up. Thomas was a little hesitant about not covering his but I convinced him. His clothes at least hide most of them. I felt too good to hide them under fabric so I specifically chose clothes that showed a lot of my skin.

Thomas was blushing the whole way over to his apartment. Andrew wasn't better when he opened the door.

"Are you seriously going to wear this? Why didn't you cover the hickeys? Everyone will see", he says on our way to university. Once again trying to button up my shirt.

"That is the point. Hickeys are something you have to be proud of", I say pulling his hand away.

"But everyone will know that ..."

"That I had wild, amazing sex? The whole night long?", I end his sentence looking at him.

He nods.

"Andrew this is college. I know that not everyone wants hot, wild sex. But the once who do, will be so jealous." I grin at him.

"They will think I slept with you", he whispers.

"Let them talk."

"I will never get a girlfriend like this."

"You're on the market again?", I say a little surprised.

He just looks away.

"Anyway, you sound just like Mick last semester. Everyone thought we were boyfriends. And look at him now."

Mick has Ember now. Andrew breathes out and sits up straight. He doesn't say anything but I can see that the thought reassures him.

We walk over the campus and toward our building. At the entrance prof Wyle ... Christopher crashes almost into some students before us. He apologizes and wants to continue his way when his eyes fall on Andrew and me. So he redirects and stops before us.

"Good morning", he says with a wide smile. His eyes wander over my exposed chest. I can almost feel his eyes lingering over my hickeys. "I see someone had a good night."

"Good morning", Andrew says back.

"Yes", I say, "yes I did."

"I hope you are fit for the day and at least got a bit of sleep."

I decide not to answer and just shake my head no. "But", I say and dig into my bag, "I remembered to bring this." I pull out the book he lent to me weeks ago and give it to him.

"Thank you very much." He takes it and puts it in his back. "Have you read it Andrew?", he turns to my friend.

"Yes, I have."

"How did you like it?", Christopher asks.

"It's a good book. Very informative."

"You saw that I co-wrote it, right?"

Andrew nods and Christopher just smiles.

"Was it of any help?", Christopher digs deeper. Funny that he always asks that.