Page 86 of Frat Ghost Wingman

Bridget and Rocco knew…about us, about me.

Would they say anything about it?

Based on what Zach told me, even if they did, I knew they were already accepting. It shouldn't be any different than any other time. The guys at the frat knew and so did my teammates. As far as I knew, there hadn’t been any problems other than our brothers talking shit about Zach.

I still remembered the shock on their faces when I said I was the bottom.

The door opened and my smile was immediate.

“Hey.”

It was Zach.

He grabbed my jacket and pulled me inside. Before I could say anything, he shoved me against the door and pressed his body against mine. I let his tongue push my lips apart and felt my whole body relax.

Well, not all of me.

Just as I was losing myself in the moment, starting to grind against his body, he stopped.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I glanced down. “I enjoyed it.”

Zach stepped back. “Where’s your bag?”

“Didn’t bring one. I can just borrow your clothes if I need to. That okay?”

He hesitated before answering. “Why haven’t I dressed you in my clothes before now?”

“Beats me.” I took my coat off and hung it up on the wall hooks. “Would you like that?”

“Hmmm.” He grabbed me from behind, wrapping his arms around my torso. “Your muscular legs in my tight sleep pants. I think that’ll work.”

“Are you two joining us or are you going to stay in the hall the whole evening?!”

I could almost feel Zach rolling his eyes at his mother’s question as he let go of me.

“Hi Bridget!” I called out as I snuck past Zach.

Zach’s parents were in their living room. It looked like Rocco was doing a crossword, but Bridget was waiting with a big smile as I entered and I couldn’t help but return it.

“I know you know.” I figured I’d get it out of the way. It was obvious she was happy for us.

“Eep!” she practically chirped before launching herself off the couch and giving me a hug. “I’m so happy for both of you.”

“Mom! Ease it up a bit, this is like the most embarrassing moment ever.”

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” I said, looking over at my lifelong best friend. “I was there when you said orgasm instead of organism in seventh grade biology.”

Zach had no reply as he sat down but I could tell he wasn’t that upset. He certainly shouldn’t be. His parents were totally cool with us!

I gave his mom an extra squeeze before she pulled away and resumed her seat on the couch opposite her son. “I can’t help how I feel, Zachary. You’ve always been inseparable.” She gestured to the coffee table filled with food. “I made some snacks.”

I must’ve stood there for too long, either mesmerized by the banquet in front of me or unsure how to act in front of his parents.

“Feel free to cuddle,” Bridget added. “We won’t mind.”

I wasn’t sure if it would make Zach uncomfortable or not, but after the behind-the-back hug in the hall, I was craving his touch again so I didn’t leave any space between us when I sat down. My sweatpants were thin enough that the warmth radiating from his thigh was noticeable. Luckily, I was wearing a hoodie and the extra fabric covered my crotch. Touching Zach increased the tenting potential of my pants exponentially.