After the intense kissing session that I had with Jamal I realized that I had shot a load in my pants. I went up to my room to take a shower... a cold one at that.
While I washed up, I thought about how good I handled that situation... with Jamal and with Quinn. Jamal could have just taken me back to my room and fucked me all over the place but I didn't let it go that far. I really didn't want him to change his perception about me because I am not that type. As far as I know, it actually went further then I thought it would.
I felt my ass twitch from the thought of him opening me up for the first time.
With Quinn I'm glad that we didn't take are little argument as far as it did. He probably would have killed me if said something else. He might be short, but he damn well had the muscle that made up for it! I dried off after my shower and changed into my boxers and set my timer for 8:30. I watched a little TV then went to bed.
It wasn't until about 3:30 in the morning when I heard Quinn walking in from the other room. He was walking or in this case stumbling loud, he must have went to the bar to get drunk. I tried to ignore it but he was so loud.
Next thing I knew, my door slams open and startling me. I jumped up and he had two bottles of beer in his hand.
"Whatchu doin' sssleepin' white boy. Its time ta party!" He said, his words were slurred and he stumbled over to my bed and fell on it.
"Get the hell off my bed!" I shout.
"Whatsss yo problem baby? Let's party."
He called me baby! He moved closer to me grabbing my covered up thighs. "Quinn would you please get outta here?! This is crazy I need to go to class tomorrow." I got up out of my bed and pushed him off the bed.
"Get off me bitch!" he shouted and pushed me against the wall. "You need to get the fuck outta here I'm not gonna tell you again!" I yell. My threats were useless to him.
"Weresss that nigga you wass with?" he slurred.
"Where you should be... IN HIS ROOM." I say.
"You lyin' I know his ass is up in here somewhere. He got up too look around my room.