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He watches as she slides out of his bed and begins to dress. Her body is slim and graceful - all curves and soft silky flesh. He knows she moisturizes obsessively and it pays off. He notices her breasts are firmer and her stomach has a tiny pouch that normally isn't there. She must be close to having her period. Sometimes, it freaks him out that he knows her body so well. Every change is noticable after so many hours of studying its perfection.
She pulls her jeans over her hips and he reaches at to caress her bottom. He loves the way the denim clings to her butt and stops right above the swell. She pauses and leans down to give him a long kiss. He wants to pull her down for another round, but their time is running out. She's the first to pull away.
"You should stay," he murmurs, propping his head on his hand. She sits down on the edge of the bed to pull her shoes on.
"Your roommate is almost home," she replies as if it was a valid answer. For him, it is. He sits up behind her and wraps his arms around her chest. He begins kissing her neck, finding the places he knew made her shudder. She moans and tilts her head to offer him more. She moves out of his arms when his hand goes to cup her breast. She kisses him once more, hard, on the lips and slips out. She doesn't bother to say good-bye - she never does.
He exhales loudly and drops back onto his bed. He stays spread eagle for a moment before he gets up. He wraps the used condom in a tissue and throws it in his trash, making sure it's hidden beneath the other objects. He picks up a canister of Febreeze and sprays around his bed, getting rid of the smell of sex and sweat. He just finishes pulling on his shirt when his roommate bursts through the door, ignorant to his friend's actions.
"Dude," he says, "I just saw your psycho girlfriend." He grimaces and wishes, not for the first time, it was her his roommate was talking about.