Making the best…Pt. 1

Dean woke up in his dorm room and immediately noticed that his beautiful girlfriend, Amanda, wasn’t wrapped beneath his arm. Sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he tried to remember why his head was pounding so badly. He must have drank a LOT at the party last night. Realizing just how full his bladder was, Dean hopped out of bed and looking across the room finally noticed the mop of blonde hair sticking out from underneath his roommate’s sheets. Well, good for you John, Dean thought, it took you all freshman year, but you finally managed to get with a girl. Continuing towards the door a weird feeling rushed through Dean and he turned back around.

“What the fuck, Manda! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” screamed Dean. Instantly John and Amanda sprung upright in the bed. The sheet fell down to show Amanda’s near perfect, 32 C breasts, which usually would’ve brought Dean’s penis straight to life, but now he just felt sick.

“D-D-Dean,” Amanda managed to stammer before dropping her face. John didn’t even say anything. In fact, it looked like he was actually having difficulty not grinning. What a bastard! Disgusted at the scene on display before him, Dean grabbed a pair of shorts, shoes, and his phone before he slammed the door behind him. He ran to the bathroom two floors down to make sure Amanda wouldn’t find him, shut his phone off, and vomited. Dean spent the next several minutes heaving into the toilet and thinking he’d never stop.

Everything kept running through his mind. Stopping kids from beating John up behind the school in third grade. Winning a state basketball championship with him in high school. Deciding to move into the dorms with him instead of moving into Dean’s fraternity. Meeting Amanda at the first college party he went to. Spending every afternoon with her after class and spending a lot of those afternoons in his bed. Even giving up most of his female friends because she was so jealous. Apparently the bitch wasn’t the one who should’ve been worried about cheating.

Finally pulling his head out of the toilet, Dean washed his mouth out and hopped in a shower to try and wash the disgust off of himself. What a waste of a year of college. All the other girls at parties I could’ve been with and I chose the cheating whore! Letting the air dry himself and his heart still beating rapidly, Dean realized just how badly he needed to calm himself down.


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Dean already felt better as the door opened and he saw his beautiful, auburn-haired dealer. Ali had a beautiful smile on her face and her green eyes had their typical sparkle. “Dean, shorts, shoes, no shirt. That’s a good look for you haha. Come on in, sit down.”

“Thanks, but not intentional. I forgot to grab one before I left.”

“Hard thing to forget isn’t it?”

“Maybe for a girl haha, but…ugh…I was in a bit of a hurry…” Dean didn’t really want to go on, but Ali just sat down and kept looking over at him. Or his six-pack. Or at both. “Um, well, I woke up and my girlfriend was kinda in the wrong bed.”

“Oh no! You poor thing,” Ali said with her eyes full of sincerity, but her mouth forming the world’s smallest grin, “Well, I guess that explains why you’re here so early. I’d want to get the hell out of there too.”

“Yeah…Oh Shit,” Dean exclaimed, “I forgot my wallet.”

“No worries. I’d never turn you out, especially under these circumstances.” Ali went to her room and reappeared a few minutes later with a couple J’s and a freshly loaded bowl. She sat back down a little closer to Dean than was necessary.

After a couple of minutes Dean was already feeling a lot better. He looked over at Ali to thank her and noticed that somehow she was now leaning into him and he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “Ali,” was all he managed to say, because as soon as she looked up at him he immediately brought his lips to hers. God they were soft! Within seconds they were laying on the couch, with Dean on top and Ali’s hands running all over his chest. She lightly started to bite his bottom lip before moving to his neck and nibbling on that too. Dean let out a soft moan and moved his hands to her hips. He ran them up and down her sides, slowly working her top up. She stopped her work on his neck and raised her arms straight above the top of her head. They stared directly into each other’s eyes as she arched her back, allowing Dean to yank her top off.

Making out again, Dean could feel his growing bulge start rubbing into Ali’s crotch.