The next class was a Psychology class held in a much larger room, almost like an auditorium. It had the tiered seats that you could see in most movies centered around college life. She chose one near the middle again and wasn’t surprised when a few boys sat next to her. She glanced around and smiled, seeing more than a few girls in this class though, and felt a little more at ease for some reason.
The professor was much younger than Dr. Fielder and came in much faster than he had. He walked up to the dry-erase board and wrote down his name, Dr. Watson. Then, he went about putting on a microphone and testing it while the class got settled.
He went through the same spiel that Dr. Fielder had about what was expected in the class, attendance and what not. The only difference was that after he’d finished all the preliminary stuff, he asked them to go ahead and get out their books and they would get started.
Sam paid attention for the most part, but she kept feeling the boy to her right moving around and leaning into her. She glanced over and saw him turn away quickly, causing her to snicker quietly.
“God,” she thought, “boys are definitely all the same.” Still, it was flattering now that…
She suddenly realized something. She was noticing when boys were looking at her now. That was a change from before. She’d known that boys found her attractive but hadn’t really paid much attention to the fact that they would stare at her or hadn’t cared. She assumed this was thanks to Pastor Dickhead and his manipulations, but she could say for sure that this was one actual benefit of her ordeal.
She smiled quietly to herself then. “Something good came out of that crap after all,” she thought. Looking back up, she focused on the professor and what he was talking about. The boy next to her caught her attention by sliding his notebook over onto her armrest. It said, “Hi,” on it with a cute little drawing of a puppy.
She smirked and raised an eyebrow, then leaned over and took his notebook from him. “Hi. I’m trying to concentrate and take notes. One question, though. Are you the puppy or am I?” She handed it back and he smirked, then wrote something down and passed it back.
It said, “Me! I’m trying to appear charming and funny, talented and witty! Is it working?”
She smiled and wrote back. “Nope!” Then a few lines down. “Just kidding. Totally working. Now… leave me alone so I can learn some Psychology.”
He smiled and wrote a final message after reading her response. “Yes Ma’am!” He’d also drawn another picture of the dog with a caption that said “Bark!”
She smirked and shook her head.
The rest of the class went pretty smooth, and she went to her next one without incident. It followed the same course as the previous one, with the professor starting the course work that day. Again, like the other two, boys were seemingly drawn to sitting next to her, though in this class there were only a few. The class was small and the ratio of boys to girls was about even. Three of them sat near her and the other two sat near another girl.
It was a little obvious, but it still made her smile to think about it. After English, she got in her car and went home, stopping to talk to her mom before heading upstairs to her room. It was nice being out of school and being able to go to sleep in the afternoon. It was only 1:00 and she had all afternoon to relax and do nothing.
She sighed, checking her phone one last time before sliding off her clothes down to her panties and bra and slid into bed, but then changed her mind and slid the bra off as well. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the breeze from the ceiling fan that was always on. She tossed off the thick blanket and kept the pale sheet over her, enjoying the soft fabric on her skin. A few minutes later, she heard the familiar thud of Dane’s boots on the floor. She smiled, feeling even more happy and safe.
She listened as he walked to his room. A few minutes later, she heard his heavy footsteps coming toward her room and felt her heart flutter a little.
“What the heck are you getting nervous about?” she asked herself. “It’s just Dane.”
He knocked softly on the door and waited for her to respond.
She turned and called out softly, “Come in,” before laying her head back down.
Dane peered in and saw that she was laying down. “Was just checking to see if we were cool. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” He pulled his head out then and started to shut the door.
She surprised herself by calling out for him to wait. “Wait,” she said. “You can come in; you didn’t wake me up.”
He poked his head back through and looked in. “We’re cool though?” he asked.
She nodded, raising a hand and waving him toward her. “You’re half naked, idiot, what if he wants to snugglebug?”
“Of course we are,” she said, turning her head and looking over at him. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
He stepped in a little further, then all the way before shutting the door behind him. Better to be completely inside where it was private and no one else would see him and get weird ideas, she decided.
“I just… I woke up and started… you know,” he said. “You left kind of in a hurry.”
She smirked. “Well, I wasn’t going to wait for you to finish,” she said, grinning.
He sighed. “I didn’t know you were there Samantha. It was just a natural response when a guy is in that condition. Anything on it when it’s like that feels pretty good.”
She laughed and sat up, clutching at the sheet to keep herself covered. “I’m kidding Dane,” she told him. “I’m fine. We’re fine,” she told him.
“Now he can leave,” she told herself.
“Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t realize that you were naked. Talk to you later Sam.”
She shook her head. “I’ve got panties on. You wanna snugglebug with me?” Her brain and heart did a somersault. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked herself.
Dane stopped just before opening the door and turned. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said out loud, followed by a “No!” to herself. “Stop inviting your big brother into your bed!” She had no idea why she kept contradicting what she was thinking with what she was doing. She imagined that she looked conflicted.
Dane raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to get a shirt on?” he asked.
She smiled and said, “Nope!” then thought, “Absolutely!” “Seriously, Dane,” she said. “You carried me naked from the bathroom. You’ve seen girls naked before. It’s not like I think you’re going to grope me, and you snuggle me from behind. I’m pretty sure I’m safe. Stop debating and get in bed. I’m sleepy.”
Dane seemed to accept that answer and moved over to the side of the bed she wasn’t occupying.
“Lock the door first,” she reminded him.
He turned and did as she asked, then came back over and started to lay down on top of the sheets, still in his blue jeans and shirt.
She sighed. “Take your pants and shirt off, you big baby,” she ordered. “It’s not sexual so stop worrying about it.”
He sighed. “Alright, alright,” he said. “I’m just trying to keep a bit of modesty for you.”
She fought the urge to glance back and look as he unzipped his pants. She heard the telltale shuffle of fabric as they fell to the floor, followed by the softer sound of his shirt being shucked and tossed down.
She smiled, feeling him lift the sheet up and slide in behind her. His warmth immediately began to flow into her and she sighed happily. “That’s the spot,” she said, snuggling back into his chest as his arm went around her waist. He chuckled and wormed his way underneath her pillow, but after a few minutes, she slid it out of the way and just laid on his arm. “You okay like this?” she asked.
He chuckled. “I’m great,” he said quietly. After a few more quiet moments, he kissed her softly on the cheek.
After a few minutes more, the two fell asleep. It was restful afternoon and when she awoke, he wasn’t aroused as he had been before, so she was quietly thankful. A secret part of her kind of wished that he had been so she could have felt how large he was again, but she wasn’t acknowledging that part of herself when she awoke.
She yawned and stretched, accidentally exposing herself until he chuckled and drew the cover back up over her. She shrugged and slid from the bed, facing away as he pulled his jeans and then shirt on. Coming over to her after she slid a t-shirt on, he hugged her one last time and then kissed her on the forehead.
“I love that we started snugglebugging again,” he said, smiling back at her as he went to the door.
“Me too,” she said. “Whenever you like and I’m here, I’m up for snuggles.”
He smiled and nodded, then turned and left the room.
Sam checked her phone and swore quietly when she saw that work had called a few minutes ago. She returned the call and heard one of the shift managers, Tracy, answer.
“Sorry, was sleeping. I missed your call,” she said.
“Hey, wanted to see if you wanted to work tonight. Had Kimber and Paris call out,” Tracy said quickly. She was obviously in the middle of doing something.
“Sure,” Sam said, not really giving it a second thought. She didn’t mind working and didn’t really have anything else constructive to do that night anyway.
“K, just get here ASAP and you’ll be here ’til close,” Tracy said.
“Be there soon,” Sam said, clicking the end button on her phone and tossing it to the bed. She smirked at the disheveled girl in the mirror and shook her head before going to her closet and grabbing the well-hidden ensemble that was her work outfit.
Turning, she slipped out of her room and went the girl’s bathroom, stopping as she saw Toni open the door to her room. “Work?” she asked, seeing Toni’s low-cut top that matched hers, save only for the color. Where Sam’s was a more innocent baby blue checker pattern, Toni’s was an obviously sinful red.
“Yep, you too?” she asked.
Sam nodded. “See you there,” she said.
Toni didn’t leave immediately though and followed her into the bathroom.
“You know, I could do your hair up all cute and sexy,” Toni offered. “I’m sure you’ll get better tips.”