Chapter 112

“Hey yourself,” Stacy sighed.

Another giggle, and he felt the throb of his hard cock against Darian’s leg so he shifted slightly, just enough to relieve the pressure. Darian was so close above him, mere inches away, and Stacy toyed with the idea of sitting up for a kiss. Before he could do so, Darian leaned down and planted a damp peck on the tip of his nose. “Good luck today.”

Stacy tried to reach up to touch his mouth to Darian’s, but his friend pulled away and Stacy fell back to the bed. “Thanks. I’ll need it.”

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By noon Stacy’s eyes burned from staring at the test booklets, and his hand ached from writing an essay he wasn’t sure made any sense when he tried to read it back, but at least the literature tests were over. As he trudged to the cafeteria, he read from a quick reference list of common algebra terms, trying to memorize them all at the last minute.