temptations and panic

Claire(steven) went back to the apartment to get her student ID, she felt uncomfortable at the sight of passersby, too many sexy individuals, but fortunately the journey was short.

approaching her dorm room she saw a man knocking on Steven's door.

Claire looking at him recognized him as one of Steven's friends, Jamson, perhaps her best friend from what she remembered from her fragmented memories of Steve.

the African-American man, twenty years old was athletic, muscular but not pumped up almost 1,90 tall, very short black hats, dressed in a Nirvanna cap and military camouflage pants.

guys like him for Claire's standards were already quite attractive physically even if usually disappointing in attitude, now that she was affected by the virus so the attitude part didn't matter so much.

She approached Jamson.

Jamson: Damn bro, I've been calling you for half the morning!

Claire thinks for the first time that Steve's disappearance could be a problem, how long would it be before someone calls the police? a sense of panic begins to grow inside her.

Claire: Excuse me, are you friends with Steven?

Jamson turns around recognizing her.

Jamson: I'm sorry, you're the girl Steve has.... anyway, you saw Steve, he missed his first class and I can't reach him on the phone.

Claire: I.... yeah, I saw him last night, he was really upset.

Jamson seems like he understood everything.

Jamson: I see... he confessed to you, right? and you rejected him.

Claire should have played along, at least Jamson wouldn't have called the police right away.

Claire blushes: Exactly, that's exactly how it went. I think maybe he went for a run to vent?

Jamson: That would be like him, I'm sorry if you feel embarrassed talking about it.

Claire: in ... in embarrassment.

Jamson: yes you're red as a tomato, tell me the truth you likes him a little right?

Claire remained silent and embarrassed, did she have to find a way to tell him it was Steven? or should she continue to mislead him?, and why are Steve's damn memories focusing on when they go to the showers after baseball practice.

Claire: I... I don't, I like you.

Claire froze, she had said it was an instinctive and spontaneous thing born from stress.

Jamson froze: oh, fuck, damn if you told him... God I understand why he doesn't answer my phone. don't take it personally, well you're cute but I'm seeing another girl at the moment but if things go badly with her I might even think about it.

Claire confirmed her opinion of him as an asshole but still a sexy asshole who at that moment was making her horny.

Claire felt the heat growing inside her.

Claire: Yeah sure, you know where I live, I have to go now.

Claire ran to her dorm room and closed the door behind her and started masturbating.

She was close to inviting Jamson to her room for some fun, and she wasn't sure if she was happy or sad that she had escaped.