ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #7 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #7

... him, you're never going to be happy." "What if I don't want to be happy? What if I don't want to live in a world where I can't be with Freddie?" "Then you might as well just go die… Way things are now, you're just going to waste away, and that's a shame because I know you're something pretty special." Sam was stunned. She wanted to slap him for being so callous, but he ended it with a line that seemed like he was hitting on her. It was a real enigma for the aggressive blonde. So she sat quietly and just began watching people come and go, mentally mocking or commenting on their costumes. "Look, I'm s-" "Don't you dare apologize!" she said, cutting him off. "I guess you might have a good point." "If it’s meant to be it will, but obsessing over it doesn't help anything and it just makes you sad. I know because I've been dealing with it for over 6 months, and it's still tough." Sam silently sat and thought for a few moments, and she had no idea what possessed her to do it, but she slid her hat off to her lap and laid her head on his shoulder. He was softer than she had expected, since he was so bulky and muscle-y. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and the two sat there for a few moments, just savouring the moment. All at once, it was as if her troubles had just been lifted away momentarily, and as she inhaled his strong old spice cologne, she couldn't help imagining Nate in bed with her, cuddling, as she woke up, but with a vibrating shock, she was pulled from her daydream, to ...

... check and see her phone. -Where r u? It was Cat, of course, the one person she couldn't really get mad at. -We r going 2 bed. Noelle is sick. Come when you can. "Everything ok?" Nate asked, shifting slightly. "Yeah… Cat wants me to come on to the room. Her friend is sick I guess." "Oh… well, I guess I should walk you to your dorm then, right?" "Well…" Sam's mind flashed to bringing her idea to life and inviting herself to his place or maybe even him staying with her. "You could do more than that if you're up for it." "Whoa… I gotta pass, Sam." "What?!" She sat up incredulous at his response. "Why?" "Because you're pretty dr*nk, you have female roommates, one of which is sick right now, and because I don't think either one of us are in a place for such a thing." "Says you…" she muttered back. "Yeah, says me," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Now let me get you to your dorm, so I know you're safe." Sam wanted to argue with him, but she was so out of it from depression, dr*nkenness, and her lethargic and lonely nature, that she wasn't going to fight him on it. The pair walked silently to the dorm, and Sam slowly started leaking tears, praying that Nate wouldn't see her like this as he led the way. "Would you want to do this again?" he asked as they approached the building. "Get completely embarrassed in front of you before you shut me down? No, I think I'm good, thanks." "No… I didn't mean to make you mad. I just meant that I'd like to see you again and was wondering ...