"Beer me," she said for the fourth time, grinning and holding out an empty can of Budweiser.
I grabbed the empty, instinctively denting the can in the middle as I went to the fridge. We'd been drinking and telling stories in the living room of my second apartment for the last two hours while my roommate bawled the brains out of her best friend.
I looked back at Jessica as I pulled two cold brews from the refrigerator that contained almost nothing other than more of those cold brews. I was twenty and she was an attractive eighteen-year-old. I couldn't help but look. The girl was well past gorgeous with short black hair and asian eyes.
"Are you checking me out, Wayne?" she asked as subtly as a hammer to the head.
"Absolutely," I replied, feeling well buzzed and brave.
She raised an eyebrow at me and slumped back against the couch cushion. Her breasts pressed against the tight white tee that didn't quite cover her midsection. Her tummy was flat and tan. I imagined that there wasn't a place on that body that had escaped the sunlight. I shook my head in order to get the image out of my mind. This girl was intoxicating.
She crossed her legs, the crook of one knee coming to rest on the opposite thigh. Jessica was wearing skin tight blue jeans, but that seemed just as sexy as if she'd been bare below the waist. I noticed all of this in slow motion even though the movements had only taken seconds.
"At least you're honest. Some little boys would've lied about it," she declared, taking the aluminum can I offered her and popping the tab.
"I believe in honesty, beer, and nice legs. Right now I have all three to enjoy."
She laughed, her head tossing back the slightest bit. I grinned my half-assed grin and sat down beside her. In seconds we were drawing fluid from our beers and chatting. The girl was fun, you could tell that, and I was having a good time in her presence. Who could blame me?
"I wonder if they know we can hear everything they're doing in there." I asked her in an overly loud voice.
"Only one way to find out," she said and instantly let out a series of orgasmic moans in answer to the ones coming from her friend Katie in the next room.
I bit my lip when she did this, holding in the urge to laugh and grab her. I had a feeling that I could produce more than the token moan from Jessica. She was driving me insane.
"Talk about creating sexual frustration. If they keep that up I'm gonna go nuts. You guys are making me horny!" she shouted, squeezing her thighs together, "And you ought to see what you're doing to Wayne!"
I heard sudden laughter at my expense and knew that Jessica could see the tell-tale bulge of an erection in my jeans. God had been quite cruel in his choice of the male sexual organ. I wondered if He was enjoying the joke as much as they were.
"Man! That ain't right at all. I can't help it when I've got two women moaning within earshot. The little guy has a mind of his own."
"Little, hell," she said, her lips curling into a sexy smile revealing the smallest glimpse of her straight white teeth, "You have me scared."
"I'm telling you. It looks way bigger than it is. I'm so small we could have sex right now and I wouldn't even have to tell you about it."
"If we have sex right now, you better tell me about it. That might be too good to miss from the looks of it."
I felt her fingers on my leg, just above my knee. Slowly she started to move her hand upward along my thigh, getting closer to my straining member by the moment. I raised my eyebrows at her and she did the same in return, giving me a nice look at those deep brown eyes. I felt her fingertips graze the head of my cock and I must admit that I shuttered a bit.
