Chapter 5 - what a girl wants

“Sam on the third floor is so into you!” Tommy laughed about a week later, as he handed over the bong to Bobbi for her turn. Once again, they were the only two standing after a long night of partying; sat on the floor and slouched against the kitchen cupboards.

Bobbi rolled her eyes. “I know,” she huffed. Sam had definitely been a mistake. “I slept with him once and now he’s acting like we’re somehow destined to be together.”

Tommy laughed, seeming to appreciate Bobbi’s reluctance to settle down into a relationship. “Well, at least you know he’s there if ever you get horny and need a good fuck!” he joked, chatting to Bobbi in just the same coarse manner that he did the other guys. However, Bobbi knew that there were a few girls in this building who served a similar purpose for Tommy, when needed to scratch one of his itches...

Shaking her head, Bobbi took another deep breath in from the bong. “Nah, man. If Sam wants to fuck again, he’s going to have to fatten himself up a bit. That skinny little ass of his does nothing for me. I like my boys nice and chubby these days.”

“Chubby?” Tommy asked with genuine interest. “Like, fat guys? You’re into fat guys?”

Bobbi smirked at the level of interest Tommy was showing and remembering the strange confession he had made the last time they were high together; which was more than could probably be said for Tommy. “Sure! I love watching their fat jiggle when they’re getting all hot and heavy with me!” she chuckled, trying to match Tommy's coarseness.

“I thought girls were all about the muscles?” Tommy asked, laughing at the new side he was seeing from Bobbi tonight.

“No way!” Bobbi scoffed, suddenly feeling like Edith was speaking through her. “Give me a nice, big, fat, greedy pig-boy any day of the week!”

Was that too much? Tommy raised an eyebrow, but Bobbi had never seen such a wicked and broad smile spread across the guy’s face.

“So… what? If you were dating a guy like me, you’d have to…”

“Oh, I’d have to fatten you up, for sure!” she shot back without a second thought. “Don’t get me wrong. You’ve got a cute little ass on you and everything. But it’s not quite doughy enough for me to press my fingertips into.”

Tommy’s eyes were wide as he listened carefully to each word Bobbi was saying. “So, what would you recommend then?” he asked, turning a little more to face her properly.

Bobbi turned a little more too. The moment felt strangely intimate between them; like they were both on a journey of discovery. “Pizzas, hamburgers, ice cream. Pretty much all of those things an athlete like you is told to avoid.”

“I’m not sure what coach would think of that,” Tommy laughed, as if to shake off the idea.

“Like I give a shit what your coach thinks!” Bobbi shot back with a deliberate smattering of arrogance that she had learned from Edith. But as she did so, she saw something bounce in Tommy’s crotch.

“I need to go to bed!” Tommy suddenly blasted, turning around and standing up, rubbing his tired eyes. He yawned theatrically with his back to Bobbi. Then he walked over to the door and turned his head to look back, just for a second. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something. But, despite inhaling to speak, he shook his head again, disappearing from view.

Not even a goodnight? Bobbi thought grumpily to herself. Yet, still she smirked. Up until now, she’d resisted the urge to tell Edith about her suspicions concerning Tommy. Now, more than ever, she was starting to think that, maybe, Edith wasn’t the one this guy needed afterall…