Yeah, he could use a hug

“Actually, me and Elizabeth decided to take a break.”

“Oh no!” she ignored her current customer to race around the bar and embrace me, thrusting the full weight of her tits against my chest to cushion the impact. Yep, that hit the spot. For the first time since I’d started college, I allowed myself to actually enjoy being attracted to another woman.

Once she finished hugging me, Jessica whipped me up some kind of huge, frothy drink I couldn’t even pronounce, much less afford.

“Here, on the house.”

I returned to my dorm room to study, but an hour later I found myself distracted by the sound of someone pacing back and forth in the hallway outside my door. Happy to take a break from my books, I took a look through the peep-hole and saw Jessica—still wearing her work clothes—standing in the hallway outside. She lifted her fist, as if to knock, but quickly decided against it and started back towards her room—

Then she stopped, turned back, and returned to my door. Then she left. Then she came back. Then she left again. I’d spent my senior year of high school hanging out almost exclusively with girls, and apparently I still had no idea how their brains worked.

When Jessica finally returned to my door, I took the initiative and opened it.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah! I just—my roommate’s gone for the weekend, and I know you’re having a rough time so I thought I’d just offer to talk. If you need to. But then I thought, it’d be weird, and it’s not really my place, and you probably just want your space or whatever, right? I’m sorry, this was a bad idea.”