Friday at Kevin's

I rang the doorbell of the 3rd floor apartment of her lab partner. It was a crisp, breezy fall Friday, and I'd come to finish up our midterm project so I'll have the weekend free to spend with my boyfriend. I'd left him earlier lazing in bed in his apartment, stopping by my dorm room quickly to change into a clean outfit before coming. The third member of our group, Amy, had just gotten sick but had emailed us both her section of the project; all we had to do now was put it together and print it out. Normally we'd would have done it all online, but for whatever reason Kevin, our lab partner, had wanted to meet at his apartment and do it personally.

A little after ringing, the door swung open to reveal Kevin in a tee and grey sweatpants. He was tall, tall enough to be on the university basketball team, probably, and very well toned.

"Emily, hi, come on in," he said, gesturing me into his apartment. As he did, his eyes lingered on my chest. I was used to it; I'd always been a little chubby, but most of my weight tended to go to my chest or ass, and a lot of guys stared at both of them. Even though I wasn't wearing anything provocative, I still could feel him evaluating me and stripping me down.

I shivered, imagining someone like him thinking of me as a piece of meat, walking into the living room of the apartment. I dropped my backpack on the ground and sat on his couch, pulling out my laptop and turning it on. Kevin sat down next to me; the couch was just barely large enough to hold two people, but not big enough to hold two people without their legs touching some. I opened up the document I had saved for the project, and turned the screen so we could both see it.

"So, we should do your part next. Do you have the data?" I asked, showing him the blank section of columns. He pulled out a notebook, and started typing away on my laptop, which was sitting on my lap. I tried to lean away to give him room, but there really was no space. Every little while, his elbow would move and just barely tap against my tits. After a few minutes of data entry and nudging me, he leans back and sets his notebook down.

"I'm gonna get a drink, you want anything? Water, coke?" He asks, standing.