Pure Will (2 page)

We’d been best friends since we were four, and nothing would ever come between us. We were perfect for each other. Complete polar opposites.  I, of course, was the studious valedictorian of our high school.  She was the homecoming queen, prom queen and captain of the cheer squad. She’d dated lots of guys and well, lets just say I was dating challenged.  I mean I dated, but I was very picky of who was coming into my apartment and whose tongue I might allow in my mouth. Kate absolutely loved sex…all parts of sex…and she was leading the sexual revolution for women. I, myself, was a closet freak. Didn’t really like sharing my bed or my vajayjay with just anyone. I used poor judgment once and wasn’t sure I trusted myself a second time.

So after tutoring hot athletes for the university, I always went to bed…alone. But please don’t feel sorry for me. I’m not totally pathetic. I’ve attended several of those sex toy parties and purchased a toy or two so I’m not a complete sexual cripple.

The TV was muted, and I couldn’t very well turn it up so I heard the gigglings of Kate through the college thin walls and I could hear the bass of his voice. Then I heard the ever-telling squeaking of bedsprings. Great!

I lifted the pillow, buried my head, then pulled the pillow down over my ears.

Chapter 3—Will

Kate begged me to stay, but that was so far against policy. I did have to give the girl credit. She was well versed in sexual encounters and though repeating was risky, I mentally noted her as a definite repeat.

As I dressed, she gawked at my body. Though I wasn’t ashamed of any part of me, it was odd being stared at naked. “So, tomorrow night, same time?” she asked.

I couldn’t remember what I even had going on. “Maybe. I’ll shout at you later.”  I regretted saying maybe…clearly, as with the kissing, she misconstrued maybe as a yes, and I was NOT saying yes.

After curling up in her sheet, she waved like she wasn’t going to walk me out, or lock the door behind me. Quietly, I opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room. The little figure from earlier was now fully stretched out on the sofa albeit still tiny, but clearly an adult. I knew this because she had on a short shirt and her muscled thighs and perfectly rounded calves stretched out below it. I watched her, trying to figure out what she was doing as she was face down, pillow over her head, her arms holding the pillow firmly in place and her legs steadily kicking as if she was trying to pass time. Exercising?

I cleared my throat, and she froze but kept the pillow intact.

“I’m leaving,” I whispered loudly. “Come lock the door.”

With her head still covered, she gave me a thumbs up. I grinned and closed the door behind me. How stinkin’ cute was that? For some dumb reason, my heart swelled a bit.

When my phone buzzed at 9:30 a.m. annoyingly waking me from my deep sleep, I had a strong hunch it was Kate, and not surprisingly, it was. I’d apparently left my wallet there, which is not the worst collateral damage in my history book. I’d actually had a cell phone disconnected once because I didn’t want to return to psycho hell to retrieve the damn thing. But given that my wallet held my drivers license, my student id, my credit cards and my cash…I needed it. DAMN!

I didn’t go by until after lunch and there she was as peppy as the night before. Surely cheerleaders had bad days, right? This was rare that I’d see a girl 12 hours after laying her down—even for an hour. Totally not my style, so I wasn’t staying long. She sat on the sofa with my belt draped over her shoulders, guess I forgot that too.  Looked like I was going to endure a little game.

“You hungry?” she asked. I figured from last night it was evident I didn’t go down on girls. Hell, I barely kissed them. I mean, I could and I would but not someone who I didn’t know where her business had been.

“What’d you have in mind?” I inquired.

“Maybe working up your appetite,” she smirked, walked over to me and wrapped the belt around my back and pulled me closer. Maybe this girl would be more fun than I thought.

The other bedroom door opened and Kate whipped the belt on the floor with a loud whack making me flinch. “Now! Have sex with my roommate!” she yelled.

The young girl who must have been a freshman, pursed her lips and her green eyes hidden behind black rectangle glasses met mine. She shook her head full of strawberry blond curls and walked past me. Her smell waffled up through my nose and the thought of having sex with her made me harden. She was beautiful. Like freakishly so.

Kate let out a wicked little laugh and said, “I’m kidding of course. We only do threesomes with black guys.”

I laughed out loud unsure what to think of what was going down.

“Good morning, Sunshine. Don’t forget your meds,” Kate said.

The redhead flipped around, her long curly mane circling in the air. “Kate really? In less than 10 seconds, you requested…” she flew her arms up in my direction. “HIM to have sex with me, told him we have threesomes with black guys and now reminded me to take my meds? What the hell?”

“Well! You’ve been down lately. You still haven’t gotten laid, and I saw you here with two big black guys just three days ago.”

You know when something is happening in front of you—like a car wreck—and you know you shouldn’t look, but you can’t help but stare as you drive past? That’s how this was. I simply stared at these two.

Her desperate but beautiful emerald eyes found mine…again. “Tutoring, I’m a tutor,” she explained, and I smiled at her. In those same 10 seconds that she had just lived through, I realized that Kate was the dominant personality here and that the breathtaking redhead with wide green eyes was quiet and kind and perfect.

At the sink, she opened a prescription bottle then swallowed whatever she got out. I wondered how long it had been since she’d gotten laid.

“I was going to make some French toast. Who wants some?” Kate asked.

I loved French toast and hadn’t had any in a long time. “French toast? Like with butter and syrup and powdered sugar?” I asked sounding like a kid.

“Wow, do you have kids? What, are you 12?” the girl asked as the corners of her lips pulled upward.

Clearly she had heard me last night when we came in.  Clever.

“I’m sorry.  My fault. Introductions,” Kate said. “Will, this is Cam. My best friend, roommate and smartass friend.”

“Better than being a dumbass friend,” Cam said, and her emerald eyes flashed to mine again.

Most girls’ eyes were just a color to me, with eyelashes batting around them. This girl’s held questions, answers and depth. Pouring herself some juice, she stared at me for longer than I expected. Behind those cute, little, school-girl glasses a black halo circled the green. Striking.

“Please don’t let me interrupt your romantic breakfast of French toast, butter, syrup and powdered sugar,” she said with a grin.

She mocked me. A slight smile touched the corners of my mouth. She and Kate were very different. Kate’s face was made up to perfection and Cam had on no make-up, yet she was the stunning one.

“So, Cam is it or Cami?” I asked trying not to act too intrigued.

“Uh, oh,” Kate said and her eyes bugged out.

Unsure what I’d said, I glanced back to Cam.

“She hates her name,” Kate spat out.

The girl’s green eyes were hard as stone. “No Willie, it’s not Cami. It’s Cam”

Clearly I had not charmed this girl even in the slightest. Finally, a challenge! Boom…I was going to fuck this girl. “Cam is obviously short for something,” I winked.

“You’re right,” Kate interrupted. “It’s short for Camden.”

“Yeah, don’t call me that either, Willie Wonka.” She finished her juice and sat the cup in the sink.

Willie Wonka? I’d like to show her my oompa loompa.

“If you don’t like it, go by your middle name,” I proposed.

Kate giggled and got out the bread and eggs. “Her name is Camden Landry Biggs. She hates it all.” Kate started breaking the eggs in a bowl while still giggling.

I sat at the table where Cam was and where Kate was now beating the eggs. “Why don’t you like it?”

Kate gave her a serious look, and I had a feeling I was treading on thin ice and showing way more interest than I should.

“Well, let’s see. Let me tell my life story to the guy who slept with my roommate last night…that I just met 10 minutes ago. And who clearly stopped by this morning to hit that shit again.”

“HEY! At least my shit is getting hit,” Kate defended. “Your shit, vaginally speaking, hasn’t seen a man in years!”

I chuckled out loud. These two could take their show on the road. Penn and Teller would have a run for their money.

Cam shot up out of her chair, got the butter from the fridge and tossed it to me.  I caught the container and put it on the table.  She couldn’t reach the syrup in the cabinet so she eyeballed me until I retrieved it. And when I held on to it just a little too long trying to get her to look at me, the green softened in her eyes.

“I was named after Camden Yards in Baltimore because my father pitched his first no hitter there.” She spoke very fast. “Landry is after Tom Landry the old Dallas Cowboy head coach because he was a ‘class act.’” She used her two fingers to throw quotes in the air. “I’m not a boy. I have a vagina and I would have preferred to be named after something remotely feminine. Biggs is my father’s last name and I’d prefer not to tell you why I don’t like that name. So…Will as in Will-i-am?” she asked with her hand resting on her hip. She was a fiery little thing.

I stood, towering over her tiny frame, her strawberry blonde curls framing perfectly around her face. “No, it’s Will as in
Prince
of Wales.  Your father was Dave Biggs?”

Kate nodded as Cam got out the powdered sugar, slammed it down on the table and a cloud of dust poofed up spraying Kate in the face.

“You are a bitch!” she yelled joking and bent forward laughing. Cam laughed too and for some unknown reason this brought tremendous joy to me.

Then Kate picked up a handful of the white powder and threw it at Cam. Suddenly, I got a face full from Cam. Her mouth formed an O because I don’t think she meant to throw so much. Not one to let a fight go un-fought…I too grabbed a handful and slowly walked toward Cam. Half her face was white and the powder streaked her hair. She looked…deliciously fuckable.

She held up one finger trying to ward me off and an ornery smile spread slowly across my face. “For the record, Kate gets laid enough for both of us,” she declared.

I liked that this quiet girl stood her ground with Kate.  No matter how much I wanted to douse her with this handful of sugar, I didn’t want to break our eye contact, and me throwing it would force her eyes to close.

Unexpectedly, Kate spun me around and said, “Yes Kate does like to get laid and this sugar all over your body is just the thing to feed me for breakfast.”

Wait! She yanked me toward the bedroom. Before she could close the door, I glanced at Cam, whose eyes followed me, but her smile was now gone.

Chapter 3—Camden

I quietly closed my bedroom door and lay back on my bed. I couldn’t be angry with Kate she had found him first.  But this was the first time since…that…that I’d wanted someone to touch me. Panting as I lay there, I smiled. I finally wanted someone again and this thrilled me. Even if I knew he was with her right now…  Even if I knew he would never be mine.

Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to feel the jealousy flow through me. The very thought of him going down on her or her on him or them having sex nearly sent me over the edge of screaming out loud for them to stop. WE had a moment when he handed me the syrup and when he was getting ready to throw the powdered sugar at
me.
  It wasn’t much…but when his gorgeous blue eyes stared at me before the door closed, I knew there was something. So I made myself think about his tall, muscular frame. And I made myself think about the way his brown hair was short and neat and trimmed in the back but a little longer and sloppier on top. And I made myself think about what it would feel like to have this guy touch me in a way I hadn’t been touched in so long…

An entire week had passed and Kate hadn’t mentioned Will again. I think he was a thing of the past, though he lived vividly in my mind. Kevin was Kate’s flavor of the week and last night they kept me awake. I was tired today from my lack of sleep. What ticked me off most at this point was when I used my little sex toy this week, I kept picturing Will’s freakishly hot face and body. Sadly, I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again. I’m not sure why that bothered me so much.

Back to the grind of classes and tutoring, I headed into the strength center to find Ham. He had a weight bar lifted up and over his head and the weights were so heavy, the bar actually bowed in the center.

“Hey, Cam,” he grunted, dropping the bar to the ground and taking off the belt around his abdomen.

“Hi Ham. You ready for your session?”

“I have a couple more sets I need to do? Can you wait?” he asked wiping sweat with a towel.

“Ham. Academics are more important than football. Come on.”

Playfully, he flicked me with a towel. “Not for me.” He smiled.  “I’ll meet you at your place in 30, I swear.”

Only two football players had I ever allowed in my apartment and Ham was one of them.  I’d been his tutor for three years and I trusted him. Once he finally got it in his head that I wasn’t going to screw him, we’d become good friends. Though sometimes I think he believes I’m not interested in guys…and that I play for the other team.

Kate was the only one who really knew my story. She knew all of it and still loved me. On occasion she would exploit the grizzly details, like the other morning, trying to get me to open up and possibly date someone, but that meant letting someone in and exposing me to their judgmental bullshit.

After I left the strength center, I parked at Eaton Hall and darted in to get the tutoring papers from Dr. Walton. Eli was walking down the hall.