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Post by naomi on Feb 5, 2009 20:48:37 GMT -5
  tristan's dorm. 8pm. outfit.i guess when you have one too many, makes it hard
you can play brand new to all the other chicks out here [/color] BUT I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, WHAT YOU ARE, BABY. [/color][/font] ------------------------------[/center] Devon walked up the steps of the fraternity house wearing blue jeans and a white button up shirt with the few bottom buttons unbuttoned. Her hair had been in a loose pony tail which for once managed to hold back her bangs. She personally liked it down but it was easier to have it out of her hair. Devon was fairly sure where his dorm was from the directions. Finding the right house was another story. But she had one and half years of experience otherwise she doubted she would have found it. She grinned and nodded at the guy who had escorted her to his dorm. Waving bye and a thanks she knocked lightly on the door.
She didn't quite want to bring her table since that really would have been to heavy and to much of an hassle to deal with. So she figured his bed would be enough. She somewhat hoped that he wouldn't be like some of the other basketball players or players in general she had heard of. Or more of heard on her passing of the locker rooms. Shaking her of the thoughts, she was always taught never to judge until she saw. Plus he seemed fairly cool. Leaning against the door she thought he may not have heard it or maybe the t.v was on. After all he was expecting her.
Turning the knob open she moved inside and brushed her hair back closing it silently behind her, "Tristan?" She called out lightly before setting her bag down. It held everything she would probably need for the session. Brushing her hands on the jean of her pants she slowly glanced around. For a dorm room it looked fairly alright than the others. Then again this wasn't like others.
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Post by tristan on Feb 6, 2009 11:02:51 GMT -5
tristan immediately jumped off the computer once he was done talking to devon. was he really going to get laid by a girl he had just met over aim? he could hope so, but really there weren't many expectations in his mind. her personality was unknown to him. there was no precedent for him to know what to expect. quickly looking around his room, a million thoughts ran through his mind. he began to pick the clothes off the floor and stuffing them into his closet. how was he supposed to look when she got there? did she know that his quad wasn't really tight? all worries were shrugged off after jumping onto the bed. his shirt was then quickly pulled off.
a glance down at himself showed his only remaining clothing: his shorts and underwear. was was he revealing too much? whatever it didn't matter to him. worst thing that could happen would be her leaving. then he could just go grab another girl, a girl that he knew would be sleeping with him. although nothing was better than having the mystery. tristan knew nothing about her other than her name and major. and yet he was as intrigued as he had ever been. actually that was a lie, lianna intrigued him more than anyone else so far. but still devon was up there.
tristan suddenly sense a hint of body odor in the air. shit..... deoderant. he quickly jumped off the bed and ran to his bathroom. grabbing th stick, he quickly brushed it over his arm pits. he couldn't have her show up and him smell bad. that wasn't even an option. although trist had no idea how he had been sweating. it was quite cold in his room, and he hadn't gone out after he took a shower. all that mattered was that he didn't smell anymore. he quickly sprayed himself with his cologne and heard someone enter his room. was she hear? the answer was revealed when he heard his name from a girly voice. he gave a slight lipm as he walked out of the bathroom and too his bed. "hey there.... sorry about the mess." he gave a quick glance around knowing it was a lot messier moments before hand.
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Post by naomi on Feb 6, 2009 12:36:27 GMT -5
tristan's dorm. 8pm. outfit.i guess when you have one too many, makes it hard
you can play brand new to all the other chicks out here [/color] BUT I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, WHAT YOU ARE, BABY. [/color][/font] ------------------------------[/center] When she heard his voice she was a bit relieved that she wasn't led to the wrong room. As he walked out she nodded lightly taking him in. He certainly wasn't all that bad. She wasn't quite sure why his shirt had been off but figured most guys did that. Especially basketball guys when they were hot. Letting her eyes drift back up she smiled lightly. She hardly noticed the mess but after he pointed it out, it did seem to make some the clothes around and items on the desk stick out like a sore thumb. "Oh, it's alright. Guys are naturally messy, quite used to it with m broth-" She stopped short and quickly moved to the next topic.
"You can go ahead and lay down on the bed or anywhere else where you might be more comfortable. Since that's usually the best thing to do." Devon nodded lightly as she retrieved her bag and got out her lotion putting some on her hands. They were a bit dry since she hadn't put on that day and the winter air was getting to them. "Tight quad right? How long has it been bothering you?" She asked curiously leaning against his dresser rubbing her hands together. She wasn't quite she wanted to use one of her massage tools that she usually used but decided to work with tense points.
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Post by tristan on Feb 6, 2009 13:48:26 GMT -5
tristan took in her beauty instantly after seeing her. she was stunning, amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, all the words that described beauty rolled into one. really he just couldn't think of the perfect word. he grinned as he continued to look her up and down, hoping it was noticeable. "yeah i guess so. my room might actually might be the cleanest out of my brothers." that might have been a true statement, but tristan had no idea. he never looked at how clean his brothers' rooms were. he just wanted to say it for the hell of it though. and he also wasn't expecting her to go look at the other rooms, so he was safe.
tristan laid down on the bed as devon said he should do something like that. one hand went to hi right leg and he pulled the the bottom of his shorts and underwear to give her access to his quad. once the clothes were set above his thigh, be brought both of his arms and put them behind his head to relax. "i really appreciate this by the way. not many people would do a house call to massage my quad. so if i can return the favor sometime, please mention it." he watched her put the lotion on her hands and rub it in. for some reason it was turning him on. "ummmm....." tristan had to make it look good so he acted as if he was thinking. "it's been a few days. about three." he threw out a random number.
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Post by naomi on Feb 6, 2009 14:45:48 GMT -5
tristan's dorm. 8pm. outfit.i guess when you have one too many, makes it hard
you can play brand new to all the other chicks out here [/color] BUT I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, WHAT YOU ARE, BABY. [/color][/font] ------------------------------[/center] Devon smiled faintly when she noticed the eyes moving up and down. She probably should have been offended if she hadn't been doing the same just a moment ago. "Oh, not an only brother then?" She asked glancing back up after zipping up her bag, "You come of as an only child for me," She shrugged lightly before smiling. As his thighs were exposed to him she nodded straddling his calves making sure her heels weren't touching his bed and instead pointed toward the ceiling. She used this position only if she really had to to make sure she was doing a full job instead of half assing it, not to mention uncomfortable by leaning over a bed.
Glancing up she shook her head as her fingers felt around a bit for a tense spot, "It's quite alright," She replied softly, "I don't mind getting the extra hours of practice in. Plus I had nothing to do and I'm not quite a staying at home doing nothing type of gal. So no favor needed," She shrugged as her hands slid up and down trying to work the tense muscles to loosen it up for him. "We're even," She added grinning lightly. Nodding gently she added a small pressure to one spot rubbing it lightly, "And it took you this long to get a therapist?" She asked lightly shaking her head a bit. Good thing she agreed to take the intern job.
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Post by tristan on Feb 8, 2009 12:18:01 GMT -5
"i have a sister actually. she popped into his mind and he shook his head. they weren't the best of siblings, but they didn't hate each other. sure she tortured him every chance she had, but that was where it stopped. "as for brothers, i don't really have any. i simply meant my brothers in the sorority." it was an easy mistake to make. when she had started the giving him the massage, he couldn't help but feel turned on. he had an extremely beautiful girl straddling his leg and massaging his quad. the funny thing was, there was no tight quad yet she was continuing. trist wondered if she knew about him faking it just to talk to her.
tristan couldn't stop grinning. as he continued to rub his thigh he became more 'excited.' "you know this massage doesn't have to be the only reason to why you came. i could think of a better reason." he had no idea if she understood what he was trying to say or not. in his mind however it was a clear statement. and truthfully he would be able to handle the rejection even if he wasn't used to it. although his ego would suffer a bit of a blow if she turned him down. "as for the waiting, i just figured it would go away sooner or later. but its a good thing i waited, otherwise you wouldn't be here right now."
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Post by naomi on Feb 9, 2009 15:14:17 GMT -5
tristan's dorm. 8pm. outfit.i guess when you have one too many, makes it hard
you can play brand new to all the other chicks out here [/color] BUT I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, WHAT YOU ARE, BABY. [/color][/font] ------------------------------[/center] Devon's eyes widened slightly glancing up, "Oh," laughing lightly she shook her head, "Sorry not used to the whole frats and sororities sisterly and brotherly thing. But shows how close you are to them," She smiled lightly glancing up as she gently rubbed along his quad. He didn't seem to be sensitive to any of her movements or touches at all. The suspicion laid there but wasn't enough for her to actually say anything, yet. To make due for small talk she switched to the other leg as she spoke, "How old your sister? I'd assume I wouldn't know her? Unless she didn't pick up on the basketball genes." She joked lightly grinning.
As her hands slowly moved she took her eyes off and laid them upon his. Any expression to her touch. At his suggestion she raised a brow, he couldn't possibly mean watching movies. Although you could have taken the statement anywhere. But it had done it's job. It caught her off guard where she barely focused if he looked like he was bothered by his quad or even rubbing as her hand laid there for a moment before she continued but had been a bit more tense. Either way he meant it she decided by playing it safe, shaking her head lightly she shrugged, "Thanks, but I got to do something after. Friend wanted me to come over to her house and help her with her homework," Sure it was a lie but there couldn't possibly be a way to tell it from the truth.
At his statement she frowned lightly glancing up, "When was your last practice?" She asked lightly quickly smiling as she tilted her head curiously.
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