The Attraction Read Free

upstairs in the frat house. Smell of beer and sex in the room. Tammy on top of Griff Montgomery. His pants around his ankles, which dangle over the edge of the slender bed. His starched white button-down shirt open at the chest.
    Tammy’s jeans on the floor, her tank top half-pulled up around her neck, the small gold cross that hung from her neck bouncing up and down as her thighs wrap around, obscuring and engulfing Griff.
    “God, do you feel my big boy?” he asked, too loud.
    “Uh?”
    “My big boy,” he repeated. “Do you feel it? I feel like . . . like I’m God or something. It feels so big.”
    “Uh,” Tammy muttered, “uh, sure. Yeah. Sure. Anything you say.”
    “Don’t you like it? Tell me how much you like it.”
    “Oh yeah, I like it. I love it.”
    “Say it.”
    “No. You know I don’t want to.”
    “Aw, please. Baby. It does so much for me.”
    “Okay. Okay. Your . . . big boy. Your big boy is so good.” She began giggling a little, but he didn’t notice.
    “Oh yeah. Oh yeah!” he groaned against her ear as she leaned into him.
    “It’s the biggest one I ever had. It’s the biggest. I don’t know if I can take it all. Oh,” she whispered. “Oh.”
    In her head, Tammy was thinking about how she worked too hard and how he needed to move around some more.
    7
    In his head, Griff was thinking about two other girls at school, and pretending that it was both of them, kissing him, taking him into themselves, flicking their tongues all over him, and whispering obscenities like they were good luck charms.
    8
    They thrashed, and finally, they fell over on the floor, a heap in the heap of dirty laundry that Griff left there.
    She didn’t kiss him afterward, but got up, pulled on her panties, and looked in the long mirror on the door to his room. “I think I’m getting fat.”
    Griff, lying on the dirty clothes, some of which bunched up uncomfortably under his lower back, considered whether he should shower.
    Without saying another word, he bounded out of bed, grabbing a towel from the heap of dirty clothes in the corner by the dresser. He picked up his shirt, jeans, and briefs, gave her a wink and a too-brief hug, and went out into the hall.
    9
    In the shower, one floor down from his room, Griff took the Ivory soap and scrubbed away. Tammy had this smell that he couldn’t stand. When it got on him, it reminded him too much of his mother’s closet where he used to hide, and he hated that smell.
    Then he thought of someone else, someone other than Tammy, and he got hard again.
    10
    “You whore,” Dave Olshaker said.
    He stood in the doorway of Griff’s room, staring at Tammy.

Chapter Three
    1
    Dave Olshaker had been waiting on the stairs, and when he saw Griff run out to the showers, he knew he had his chance. He slammed the door shut behind him. Reached back, and twisted the bolt.
    He was a big guy, maybe 240, six five, like L’il Abner in overalls and a white T-shirt, a townie who had a scholarship to Jackson College. He looked, to Tammy Detweiler, as pissed as anyone could be. He turned his back to her for a second, fiddling with the lock on the door.
    “Dave? What the hell are you doing in here?”
    “You slept with that idiot,” Olshaker said, turning around to face her. “You told me you loved me.”
    “That was last year. Dave? Get the hell out of here. I’ll scream.”
    “You won’t. You can’t do this to me. You whore. You know I gave you my heart. And now you’re just stomping all over it. Look, look, I forgive you. Okay? I forgive you for your transgression, baby. I do. I love you that much.”
    “You aren’t gonna forgive me for anything. Now get the hell out of here, right now.”
    Tammy leapt out of bed, forgetting that she was bare-ass naked. She felt like trying to find the gun Griff kept. She was pretty sure it was in the top drawer of his dresser. He wasn’t supposed to have it, but then in college you weren’t supposed to have a lot of things you ended up