
She should have noticed when all he would talk about the other night was how big his bed was, how soft, how springy. Or that he'd said they should meet up after class and go over their notes. She really thought he wanted to go over notes, but as they sat alone in the empty diner, they only talked instead, mostly about his super big bed...
He'd never actually seen her naked back in Freshman year. She hadn't seen him either. Not with their eyes anyway. There was kissing, lots of groping, barely past second base. He might have gotten a handful of boob and she might have felt his hard-on through his jeans, but then she met Benny, and it was over just as quickly as it had begun.

