Hunting Sunsets

Six

"That is the biggest fucking lie I've ever heard!"

There was nothing like sitting in an almost silent campus library at ten at night beside your best friend, who might as well have been screaming about dick sizes.

Yes, this is what my life has come to. I might as well drop out now and bet my life on tennis because this is ridiculous.

I couldn't help but scoff as I kept taking notes from the Chemistry book on the four person table, my right leg bouncing up and down. Beside me sat Troy, reading from an economics book that would give me headaches to even think about. Across from me, Smith read the same thing but I don't think anyone but myself was fully focused on taking notes because even Siya had taken a break from physics to argue with Troy.

"Size one-hundred percent doesn't matter. It's how you use it," Siya countered back in a lower voice. I resisted the urge to snort at her because not once had I ever heard my best friend talk like this. Siya wasn't the type to do one night stands, she would rather be in a relationship. She thought one night stands were too risky and complicated, which I understood, I just didn't necessarily agree.

"You want to be fucked my something that feels like a thumb?" That time I snorted. I'm sorry, I'm trying really hard to stay quiet in this literary but Troy is not making that easy for me. "Do you disagree with me, Maeve?" Troy asked in an almost mocking condescending tone while turning his attention to me.

I swallowed my shit eating grin before looking up from my book. "No, you're right. Size does mater, but also, half the time guys with big dicks think that's enough and aren't good at anything else."

"Preach," Troy muttered.

"Half?" Smith asked with disbelieving, narrowed eyes.  "I feel like it has to be less than that."

I smirked back at him. "Are you doubting my professional opinion? I'm very offended you think I don't know my way around dicks." He couldn't help but roll his deep brown eyes with a huff of light laughter under his breath. My eyes sent a teasing message to the world renowned setter, daring him for later on. Smith was definitely not on the wrong end of that fifty percent and we both knew it. He was probably the best lay of my life and only part of that was due to his size, the rest was his passionate and intense mannerisms that simply made me combust and drop to me knees.

"But also, for every micropenis there's a guy with a fucking subway sandwich between his legs and I'm not about to get that down my throat," Troy continued without me. "Most well endowed guys are just worried about sticking it somewhere. Like calm down.  Everyone just assumes big dicks mean good sex but that's not true. I guess that's why they say size doesn't matter, but it definitely plays a role."

"You just have to find a guy with size and skills." I could feel Smith's intense eyes on the side of my face as I looked at Siya. I could almost feel him pulling my hair and taking me from behind if I thought about it hard enough. God damn it, Troy. He's thrown off my concentration and now I won't be able to study until I get laid.

"Is that what this new guy you won't tell Jess and I about is?" Siya asked teasingly while I tried to stop my pupils from going wide. Did she really just expose me to Troy in from of Smith? I had one of the worst poker faces of all time and I just hope I could keep it together for tonight. "I share a locker room with you. He must have some type of skill because I can see the marks days later."

"How do you know it's not a girl?" I asked almost cockily with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow.

"Like said before; I've seen the marks and I don't know a single girl with hands that size," she quipped back with an equally large and teasing smirk.