Win Him Over

Squall unlocked the door to the dormitory he and Irvine shared and walked in to find his roommate sitting on his bed, pants off, looking at none other than a dirty magazine. The cowboy glanced up at Squall and immediately took his hand off his penis and put his underwear on. "Hey. What did Quisty say to ya?"

Squall removed his jacket, setting it on his chair and sat at his computer, trying to push the image of Quistis giving him such close attention out of his mind. "...Nothing," he said, turning the machine on.

"Nothin'?" Irvine questioned. "Crap about class, I guess... She's a babe, but she's so fuckin' serious. Maybe I could loosen her up a bit..." He chuckled to himself. "Wonder if her pussy's as tight as her attitude?"

Squall grumbled as he opened his word processor. "Hey pervert, shut up. I've got a paper due in an hour." His fingers began moving rapidly upon the keyboard.

"Okay, I'll be out for a while then," said Irvine, heading towards the door.

Squall sighed, frustrated. "Put your pants on," he commanded, not giving Irvine so much as a glance.

Blushing, Irvine put on the black pants of his school uniform. "Thanks," he said, giving Squall a sarcastic kiss on his cheek.

"And...don't...kiss...me..." Squall said firmly, his typing never slowing. Irvine had developed a habit of kissing Squall, but not any other man. Squall figured it was because they were both bi-curious, though it wasn't as if Squall felt anything specifically for Irvine.

Irvine walked casually through the halls, heading for the coffee shop. There sat a beautiful blond in uniform sipping on a latte. Quistis.

"Fancy seeing you here, Quistis," he said, walking in. "I was about to grab a coffee. Mind if I chat with you? Maybe buy you another coffee?"

Quistis looked up at her student smiling down on her. "Sure, sit with me, but I don't need another coffee."

Irvine bought his coffee and sat down across from Quistis at her small round table. "So, now that you're not workin' and I'm not learnin', we can get to know each other on a more personal level," he said, his sexual desires heavy on his tone of voice. "So, when you're not plannin' lessons, how do you unwind?"

"I like to read. Give me a book, and a nice bubble bath, and I'm content."

Irvine couldn't help but imagine Quistis in that situation, bubbles barely covering her private areas. Then she'd shift to get into a more comfortable position, moving in such away that it would give any voyeurs a perfect view of those pink nipples. And if only he were the bubbles themselves, feeling all over her body, tickling around her lower lips, he would ... have quite the erection. He knew if he didn't get Quistis now, he'd have Squall pissed about him masturbating in their room.

"Intellectual, huh? I suppose you've got an intellectual husband too."

"Husband?" Quistis asked, laughing. "I haven't even a boyfriend!"

Perfect. "You? A smart, beautiful lady like you?"

Quistis blushed a rosy hue. "I have my standards," she said, thinking of Squall. Of course, the student in front of her was attractive too, and certainly did a good job of raising her self-esteem. She just had a gut reaction to seeing Squall that made her doubt her disbelief in love at first sight.

"Must be pretty high standards. Everybody's gotta be after ya."

"Not everybody," she sighed.

"I see how it goes," he said, not giving up. "The one you love is the only one that's not into you."

Quistis giggled. "You really can cheer me up."

"I can cheer you up even more if you'll let me," Irvine said, eyeing his teacher.

Quistis momentarily considered taking him up on that offer, but quickly stated, "I'm not interested in sleeping with men I haven't known more than a day." Her thoughts paused. What a lie! She'd bed Squal in an instant!

"Well, I suppose an innocent friendship wouldn't hurt for now," Irvine relented.

Quistis downed the last of her drink. "Well, I'd better be going. I have another class to teach. I'll see you tomorrow, Irvine." She smiled at him and left.