Arthur JJ, college freshman

"Hey!"

Finger snap. Planted feet. Halted giggles.

Swish, goes the perfect waves in Carly's hair.

Who was that? Who was that boy?

His lips open. "We should fuck."

A pause. Then a smile.

"Yeah, we should." A shoulder went up. She looked at it. She looked back. "Wanna... head to my dorm?"

"No." Finger snap. "Inside."

His digit directed itself to Class 11-B. The door was shut. Full house.

"Carly," murmured her friend, "there's a lecture going on right--"

"Shut up, it doesn't matter." A camera swivels across his finger. "You're going to shoot us."

"Okay."

Squeak. Swoosh.

PLAHP!

"Who's that?"

"My mom. Why--"

"Hey! You're legally obligated to strip me naked right this instant!"

"Mal!" Step step step. Head of hair reappears past the ledge. "Why didn't you remind me?"

Hands made for clothes. Malcolm watched in a series of sighs as his curvy mother small talked his friend mid-pants pull.

Squeak.

"Cleanin'?"

"That's me." Mopped up juices drabbled from the damp follicles. "Should be done in a bit."

"You're thicc under those clothes, aren't you?"

"Excuse me, mister--"

"You'd like to show me."

"--if you'd be courteous enough not to interrupt..."

Ziiiip!

"...as I was saying. If you'd like to confirm that I have nothing suspicious underneath these clothes, I'd be more than happy to show you."

Sneakers. Off-the-shelf. Less squeaky against cafe sheened floor.

"Hi."

"Um, hi..." Behind her glasses, her eyes drift.

Who was this stranger? Why was he invading her privacy?

"Can I sit here?"

"Sorry, I'm waiting for..."

"Me to pull out my dick?"

"Yes." Her fingers adjust their wrap around the mug of mocha. Beans freshly crushed. "I was hoping you'd show up, actually."

He tugged his zipper down, and up sprang his genital. The woman grimaced at the grisly sight.

"You like the hair."

"...yeah. Yeah, you know what? I do like the hair."

"You want this in you."

"I was just thinking of how nice that would fit me."

"You'd like to thank me for showing you my cock."

Attempted smile. "Thanks... um."

"Arthur," he completed. That was a smile. "Arthur Jesse Jordyn." A lock of blonde hair curled up above his brow. He offered a hand. She accepted.

"Thanks Arthur. Thanks for showing your cock to me."

"You wanna stroke it." Hands on hips. "And you will."

Smooth manicured hand on dick.

"Let's get you off, shall we, mister Jordyn?"

Two smiles were better than one.

"Let's."