Sam
We got back to the dorms and I was so thankful that Russell found a parking space right in front by our dorm.
We parked and all made our way to the front of the building. Brandon stretched his arms up and yawned, "Alright guys, I'm heading out. I gotta wake up early tomorrow for a test."
"We'll that's new. You sure you don't want to crash in our dorm tonight?" Russell asked in a chuckle.
Brandon nods his head and hangs his head. I think we all had a few too many drinks tonight, and despite the incident with Craig, we had a really good time. "Nah man. I love your dorm, it's so damn roomier, even your couch is better than my stir ass bed, but I need to get back soon after my test and go wash my clothes, I'm down to my last clean shirt." Russell chuckles.
We all know too damn well Brandon always waits until he's completely run out of clothes to go wash. "Ok, see you tomorrow buddy."
"See yah." Brandon gives Kim and I a hug, and then gives Russell a bro hug before turning on his heel and leaving.
"We'll, I guess I should head out too. I'll see you guys tomorrow for breakfast. Good night." Kim adds making me feel a bit suspish from the sudden lack of interest of sleeping in our dorm. I mean, they literally live there more than Russell and me.
"Umm, ok."
"Get him girl. Tonight is the night, Russell looks hot as fuck, if I were you, I'd rip his clothes off soon as I get in that door." My eyes widen, and I'm sure I was as red as a tomato when she whispered those words out.
She pulls away giggling and turns on her heels, walking away as she swayed her hips. "Bye Russell!" she says tauntingly, waving from behind her. "Bye, Kim," he says in a chuckle lowering his head and biting his lower lip.
His head is kept low as he looks towards me, making a big surge of butterflies invade my stomach. He clears his throat looks towards a small group of people hanging out on a balcony in one of the dorms.
"We should get some sleep as well. You need to rest, I'll make sure you get some aspirin tomorrow before going to class.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking about getting classes on a Saturday. Most kids would love spending their weekends doing other things, but here we are a group of four weirdos getting class on a Saturday morning. The good thing is that it's only a short class and ends before Thanksgiving break. But I dread that it's a three-hour class.
"Thanks, Russ," I answer him as I try and maintain my posture. Kim is right, the dimmed light from the pole above gives him that five o'clock shadow, making his jawline look sharper and so damn sexy. It makes me want to pull him into my lips and wrap my legs around him... Wow, slow down Samantha. I think the alcohol is seriously still getting to me.
"Sam, Sam?" Russell says making me feel like a dummy as I started at his lips in a daydream.
"Uh....what?" I say in a whisper, making him chuckle. He nods his head and grabs my hand, interlacing my fingers with his. I know it's cold now, I can feel the wind, and my hands are cold since I can feel the warmth of his skin, but the alcohol makes my body feel as if we were in the middle of summer.
"Come on, beauty, let's get you in bed so you can rest."
"Ok," I manage to whisper out as he begins to walk slowly. Everything is still slightly spinning, and the wind is making it harder for me as it makes me feel as if I drank tequila instead of beers.
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Next Morning
I have no idea how the hell I made it to bed last night, or how I ended with nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. I mean, even my damn be a was off. My eyes go wide as saucers and I sit up in a rush, of God... Did we? I immediately felt the intense headache and the need to vomit.
"Oh, God. Never again, never again." I slowly got up and went straight to the restroom, emptying my whole liver on the toilet. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I threw up all that I ate and drank last night. When I was down, holding onto dear life and my stomach, the door opened.
Russell slowly went on his knees, grabbing my hair away from my face and soothing my back. "It's ok, baby girl. You're fine, let it all out."
"Oh, God. Russell, I feel like," I began throwing up again, feeling as if my insured were going to come out as well.
"Relax, shhh, just relax," he says as I feel the last of it coming out."
I'm sure I looked like a mess. I slowly sat, posting my hands on the sides of the toilet and unwilling to look up.
He stood up, ran the warm water on the shower, and helped me to stand. "Wash your mouth first, so you don't have the taste of it in your tongue. Then I'll come to help you get in the shower ok?" he says as he leads me to the sink, grabs my toothbrush, and dabs a little toothpaste, handing it to me. "Thanks, Russ," I say with a dry throat as I feel the irritation from just throwing up.
"Anytime. I'll be right back, ok?" he says as he leaves the restroom while I brush my teeth. I dared not look in the mirror at first, but my suspicions were correct, I looked like hell. My mascara was smudged over my eyes, not sure if it was from last night or from all the tears that came from throwing up.
I was just about done rinsing my mouth when Russell cane back into the restroom. I didn't want him to see me, I look horrible, but soon as I finished, he grabbed my toothbrush, placed it back in its place, and turned me towards him, making me look at him.
He smiled, cupping my face and running his hands through my hair as he moved it away from my face. "Russell... Did we, you know, last night,"
"Uh... No. Relax we didn't. I mean, we wanted to, but, no, we didn't." he says as his face turned red and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Oh, ok," I responded. I mean, I guess I should be glad, right? So why do I suddenly feel disappointed?
"Come on, I'll help you get in the shower."
"Russ?"
"Yeah," he responds as he turns me around and walks me towards the shower. "Why didn't we do anything? I mean, are you..."
"Not attracted to me?" I ask as I turn to him, looking at him a bit hurt. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so emotional all of a sudden?
"Sam, believe me... I'm very much attracted to you. But," he says he cups my face and looks at my lips, biting his lower lip slightly.
"You were drunk, Sam. You weren't thinking straight, and obviously, there's a lot we both don't know about each other. Believe me, I wanted to, but I was not going to sleep with you when you're not in your full senses."
I smiled at his response. I never would have imagined this from him. It was how I l9st my virginity in the first place. Craig had gotten me drunk, and I woke up feeling sore, alone and confused. I mean, I remembered everything, everything we did, but I felt stupid for allowing my first time to happen under a drunken night.
"Thanks, Russell."
"Sam, believe me, you're beautiful, and I want you so bad... More than you can imagine, but I'm not going to push you to do something you don't want or,"
"But what if I do?" I cut him off making him chuckle. "When the time is right, I'm sure something will happen between us. Believe me, Sam, I'm fighting it... But you're not like any other girl I have met. You're different. You get me, you... You make me feel different around you. Like if,"
He sl0woy trials his left hand around my waist, cupping my face with his right, "I'm home like I'm wanted, appreciated, and understood. You're one in a million, Sam." he slowly gets closer, rubbing his lips over mine and claiming them with vigor.
Our kids took no time to deepen. He lifted me, making me wrap my legs around his waist. I felt him take a few steps and the warm water hit my back. I grabbed onto his neck tightly as our kiss deepened, feeling him pressed against me and the wall of the shower on my back.
We were both turned on, he gradually put me down, pressing his bulge against me making me throb. God, this felt so good. I wanted more, to feel him... All of him.
We made out passionately, crashing our bodies together and indulging in the sweet taste of our kiss.
"Hello! Anyone home? Sam?"
Russell and I completely forgot the restroom door was a crack open. We both grunted as we heard Brandon's voice.
"Next time, I guess," he says making me chuckle.
He got out of the shower, took off his sweat pants and shirt, tossed them to the floor, and wrapped a towel around his waist.
He quickly came, gave me a k8ss on the lips, and smiled. "We really gotta change that lock. Why did we give them a copy of our key anyway?" he asks making me chuckle.
"I'll go talk to him. Finish bathing, I'll get the coffee ready for you," he says, making me nod with a smile.
God, I don't know how long we can do this. The more I'm around him, the more I want to be with him. But he's right, we barely know anything about each other. Though... Maybe, this is a chance we were both looking for to get over our exes and move on.
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