Not that he would admit it unless under direct pressure, but John Bender had learned to hate sleeping alone. After two years - more or less - of being with Claire, living with Claire, and spending most of his time with Claire, John was almost uncomfortable in the dorms. He had gone from living in what was, essentially, a palace to a place that reminded him of his brief dalliances with juvie. From sharing a fucking king-sized bed with a girl with the tightest ass this side of the Mississippi to having a twin bed in a room with some asshole from Decatur - Oh, how the mighty have fallen. John thought as he stuffed a few clothes into his backpack.
His asshole roommate - a douchebag named Tyler whose interests seemed to be only two things: skunk weed and girls - had gone off to another frat party. John firmly anticipated him coming in rip-roaring drunk at 4 in the morning, belligerent and loudly complaining about how he couldn’t get a girlfriend or even just a girl to bring home and fuck for a night. Tyler had given John bad vibes from move-in day. Claire had been there to help John get settled into his dorm room, all cute and excited...
And in these hot little short shorts that John kept sliding his hands into the back pockets of. He could tell by the dumbstruck, glazed look on Tyler’s face exactly what Tyler thought about Claire. In fact, John felt certain that anything he said to Tyler right then would just go unheard because John could see every dirty thought Tyler had about his girlfriend playing across Tyler’s stupid face. Hell, if he didn’t have to live with the sick fuck for the next nine months, John would have pummeled the shit out of him.
There was nothing good about dorm life for John, shitty roommate aside. The showers were gross and cold, the hall carpeting had assortments of mystery stains, and - due to his roommate’s affinity for it - his room always smelled like cheap, shitty weed. It gave John nausea and headaches. So, he’d begun keeping most of his shit at Claire’s apartment. He still couldn’t understand why she didn’t just let him move in. But, due in part to his current financial situation, he’d had to live in the dorms. That and Claire said it was something he should experience. Just this once...
Damn her for just about hypnotizing him into it. Claire knew she could talk him into just about anything, more so if her pretty little hands were on his cock. But fuck he loved the shit out of her - and he loved fucking the shit out of her, too. That was what he was thinking about, as he was tossing his bag over his shoulder and beginning the walk through the brisk early fall night air to Claire’s apartment. He was grateful she didn’t live too far away, and grateful to have a key.
Unlocking the front door, her lights were already out. John glanced at his watch, it was 10:30pm. She liked to turn in early. Fine by him. He flipped a light switch, on and off, calling out: “Claire?” He heard her affirming response and smiled, toeing off his boots near her door shoe rack before he headed back toward the bedroom. Dropping his backpack by the open bedroom door, he grinned at his beautiful girlfriend, who was sitting up in bed. “Hey, sexy. Mind if I sleep over?” Without waiting for her reply, he yanked his t-shirt up and over his head, letting it drop to the bedroom floor.
