His One And Only

Unexpected Conffesions

You were known around campus as the person to find when you needed something. Connie was one of your regulars. Whether it were test answers and study guides or simple weed. But today's request was something that truly rivaled some of your greatest requests. Connie would always call in advance and tell you when he was going to meet you and what he needed but today he just showed up. He rushed into your dorm room with what would usually be considered a nervous grin on most but more like an awkward grimace on him.

He brushed his hand over his head almost as though he was running his hand through his hair, as he usually would do if he needed answers right before a test. You had offered many times to help him study but he always said he was too busy—probably with girls who did not even know his name.

"What can I do you for, Springer?" you questioned what you hoped came off as sexy or even cute but probably came off as awkward.

You liked to keep your "professional" life apart from all other aspects of your life and Connie had almost been seen coming to your room after one of your tutoring sessions. You found it extremely puzzling that he just showed up because it was his rule that he would not be seen coming or going from your from to preserve his supposed reputation.

Connie was more than just your regular client but also your "little fling you kept on the side" as you and your best friend Sasha liked to joke. You and Connie had been in a friends with benefits relationship since your sophomore year and you can barely even remember how it started.

"Can't a guy visit a girl just to say hi?" he questioned.

"Not when the gy is you... the infamous Connie springer," you supplied.

"Well I'm sorry that I thought it would be nice to see your ever so lovely face on this gorgeous face on a wonderful sunday morning in the middle of summer," he rebutted.

"It's Thursday afternoon, in the middle of August, and it's literally 6 in the evening," you said as you got to put your hand to his forehead to see if he was feeling better.

"Okay... you caught me... I just wanted to see you... one last time," he said as he pulled you in closer.

"Are you dying on me, Springer? Because you know you owe me 50 for that last test I let you have," you said with a laugh.

"And leave you to have to go find batteries bi-weekly, sure," he said with a light laugh.

You still hadn't found out why he had just shown up at your room and started being so...weird.

Connie was only like this when you guys had just finished and were lying beside each other in orgasmic bliss. Whilst you were still trying to figure out his motive, you weren't paying attention to him unbuttoning your shirt. When you finally noticed what he was doing he quickly brought his lips to your mouth to distract you even more. And it was working. Every time you were with Connie it felt as though you could leave all your problems and worries behind you and truly live in the moment which you struggled to do. Every touch Connie left on your body stayed with you long after he had already gone to do whatever it is he did on a Wednesday or Saturday night.

After he had finished unbuttoning your shirt he looked up to you to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen. You couldn't muster the words to tell him yes so all you did was nod and start to bring the both of you to your bed.

"I want to go slow tonight and not rush. We do have all the time at this moment... Then again I don't know how long that might last. Maybe I should hurry this up a little bit," he rambled.

You shushed him and began to take off his shirt. When his shirt was off he then stopped you, "Slow," he whispered. " I want to take it slow tonight."