Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
CAIRO
Astrid was late for class.
Nervously, I bounced my heel on the ground underneath the table in our Physics class. The classroom buzzed with the chatter from other students, awaiting the arrival of our teacher, who stepped into class the minute it started.
But Astrid always, always, always arrived ten minutes early.
I glanced at the door for the umpteenth time, hoping to catch a glimpse of her brown hair, tied up in her high ponytail. My heart raced inside my chest. Why did she make me feel like this? It wasn’t like we were best friends, but we had hung out a couple of times …
For a project.
Still, we had spent time together outside of school, and I hadn’t had the balls to push it any further. The Crew had though, last night, at that stupid party that I’d convinced them all to go to because I wanted to take my mind off her.
What a surprise to find a drunk Astrid riding Calix’s dick.
Nerves zipped through me as the bell rang. Mr. Gosche stepped through the door and blew out a low breath, shaking his head and muttering that he didn’t want to be here today, like every day.
I tapped my fingers against my textbook, rehearsing what I wanted to say to her a dozen times in my head. Just a simple hi and maybe a comment about the latest Physics homework? No, Calix definitely hadn’t convinced her to get together with some Physics homework.
My gaze dropped from the door to my phone nestled on my lap, lighting up with messages from Arch and Rush, insinuating that they had met up with Astrid sometime after—or during—lunch. They had both run out after she did.
Jaw twitching, I averted my gaze. Everyone had been with her except me.
Goddamn it.
All this time, nobody in The Crew had spared her a second glance until I showed interest in her. Not Frasier, who slept with any girl he could. Not Arch, who fucking lived with her. Not Rush, who had said he had been interested in her. And especially not Calix.
Suddenly, the door opened, and I snapped my head up. Astrid walked into the class with her head hung low, holding a torn shirt closed over her chest. Or at least trying to. But her tits were too big, or maybe the shirt was just too small. Why was it even torn anyway?
“You’re late, Astrid,” Mr. Gosche said, not looking up from his computer.
“Sorry,” she whispered, practically running toward our back table.
Her arms were smooshed against her huge, bouncing tits. She glanced up at me and gave me a small smile as she slid onto the stool beside me, finally letting her torn shirt fall open so I could see the tiniest bikini that she wore.
Holy fuck.
My dick stiffened inside my jeans, and I readjusted myself so she wouldn’t see how hard I was. Last night, when I’d finally gotten home, I had stroked so many out at the thought of her being wrapped around my cock and not Calix’s.
God, I wanted her so fucking badly.
“What, uh, happened to your shirt?” I asked.
“Shit,” she muttered to herself. “You noticed?”
I swallowed hard and scratched the back of my neck. “It’s hard not to.”
She scooted closer to the table, hiding her tits behind it so nobody in front of us could see, but I had the best fucking view of them all as her tits swung in that tiny little bikini, her nipples barely covered by the cloth. All I wanted to do was rip it right off and suck one into my mouth.
My dick stiffened even more that it began to hurt, to ache.
“Your idiot friends left me without a shirt,” she said, glancing over at me.
I snapped my gaze up from her tits to her eyes, pretending like I hadn’t been looking, like I hadn’t been daydreaming about bending her over and fucking her senseless. She probably already thought so poorly of The Crew; I didn’t want her to think I was just like them.
Even though … I wanted to fuck her too.
“Oh, yeah?”
She blew some hair out of her face. “Yep. You wouldn’t happen to have an extra, right?”
Fuck. I had an extra pair of clothes for gym in my bag, but I really, really, really didn’t want her wearing them. I wanted her to sit in class, brushing those big tits against my arm every time she moved, wanted her to beg me to touch her.
“Yeah,” I said out of the goodness of my heart. “Want it?”
“Please,” she said, turning toward me. “I will love you forever.”
I grabbed the shirt out of my bag and handed it to her, trying not to seem too pissed off about it. Calix, Frasier, Arch, and Rush would’ve never given her a shirt to wear so they could watch her bounce around. But me? I couldn’t let her be embarrassed during the entire class.
“You’re the fucking best,” she said, slipping her arms into the sleeves.
When she pulled it over her head, her tits bounced out of the bikini, completely bare for a split fucking second. I placed a hand against my hard dick and averted my gaze down to my textbook, which I hadn’t opened yet.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I wanted her so badly. So fucking badly. My dick was throbbing.
Once she finally pulled it over her head, she placed a hand on my elbow. I gulped and peered over at her, seeing her nipples pressed hard against my shirt, which was too small for the size of her chest.
“I owe you one,” Astrid said. “How can I repay you?”
“Oh,” I whispered so Mr. Gosche wouldn’t hear. “You don’t have to repay me.”
Fuck, why did I say that?! Of course, there are many ways she can …
“But I want to,” she said, gently squeezing my elbow. “You’re the only one who helped me. I’m sure there is something I can do for you, right? Maybe I can do your homework one day or buy you a coffee before school or … anything.”
“Anything?” I repeated.
“Anything,” she said, but I couldn’t tell what she meant by it.
“I, uh …” My gaze dropped to her nipples. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
Astrid’s eyes widened almost as wide as mine did as the words left my mouth.
What the absolute fuck did I just say that for?!
I was supposed to be the nice guy out of the group, and here I was, sexualizing her as much as they all did.
“I mean,” I said, pulling my arm away from her and turning back to the class, “a coffee before school sounds good. How about six thirty Monday morning at Dunkin’ on Granite Road?”
Astrid giggled nervously and straightened herself out beside me. “That sounds great.”