Yvette pulled a long sip from her drink, emptying it, to sooth her parched lips. Had she really cum just from His picture looking at her? I looked down at the email and poetry still lying on the table and decided to look his information up for myself. I hoped it wouldn't be considered a conflict of our friendship -- nah, of course not... it wasn't like I was going to offer myself up to him, I just wanted to check out who this mystery man was and see the picture for myself. Yvette continued speaking...
"The next day I slept in and almost missed my final exam... I could still feel His warmth against me, and I felt so safe, loved, so protected. When I awoke, it was so strange to realize it had been but a dream, and of someone I had never met at that. I quickly showered and ran off to take my finals.
"When I got back, I settled down, and thought about everything. My original plans had been to go home for the summer, as you know..."
I confirmed her statement... "yes, Yvette, I was hoping to see you there."
"Well, I decided that I would dedicate my summer to finding out more about Him, to seeing if He was what I imagined He was, what He appeared to be. After all, stumbling across someone that seemed so... special and different and right -- stumbling across perhaps my Mr. Right deserved some effort, right? I also figured as long as I was staying, I could take a class or two and fulfill that stupid USF rule that requires you have to do at least one summer semester in order to graduate, even if you meet all the other requirements. I called home and told mom that I had to take a course that wasn't being offered except during summer 'c' and that I wouldn't be able to make it home, except perhaps for a week between summer and fall. She seemed heartbroken, but as always, just reassured me that she had faith in me. God, I felt so guilty there for a few minutes -- it almost caused me to change my mind.
"But it didn't, as you know Carolina. I looked at His picture again and reread the words and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I logged into Oasis and immediately selected two no-brainers, or at least I thought they were no-brainers when I signed up for them -- Tai Chi and Scuba, both in Summer 'A'. If I was staying here and taking classes, I was at least going to take ones that I would enjoy. Anyway, that left me ten days before my next classes started and I planned on using them. And I knew that my classes would all be over by the end of end of June, so I would have another five weeks afterwards to also dedicate to my... quest. Funny, I never thought of it that way before -- His quest, my quest. I was even considering finding Derrick again and seeing if I could get at his roommate's computer some more..."
Yvette shrugged and smiled simultaneously as if to say 'why not?'. The waitress was passing by and Yvette asked for a soda, and asked if I wanted a refill. I accepted graciously, but insisted that I be allowed to pay for this round.
The waitress tsk'd tsk'd at me and smiled, responding "we'll have none of that here from you."
I was dumb-struck. I was taken back to my curiosities about what was going on, but was still unable to figure it out. I was about to ask why I couldn't pay, but the waitress had already walked away. I turned back to Yvette with a weak smile and obvious confusion in my eyes.
Yvette simply ignored it and went on telling her tale.
"You see, Carolina, you simply can't pay the bill here today. Now hush down and enjoy that fact. If you're still hungry, order anything you want. Meanwhile, back at the ranch... I filed all the homework and class notes into my filing cabinet, and collected some clothes to do laundry. I called Derrick and asked him if I could use his washer and dryer, as mine was -- and I fabricated every word of this -- broken. He seemed pleased, thinking that it was an excuse for me to climb back into bed with him, and immediately said 'sure, I have some stuff to do now, how's tonight at seven?' Then I also told him that I was seeing someone now, and that it was very unlikely that we would get back together for another roll in the hay until I was single again, but could I come over and do the laundry now? His ego somewhat deflated, he said yes, if I hurried, he would let me in and I could do my laundry while he was out. Jackpot!
"I grabbed the dirty clothes hamper, which was overflowing with clothes because I didn't take the time to do them while I was studying for my finals, and drove over there. When I got there, he was sitting on his porch, tying his shoes. I felt kind of sorry for him and gave him a hug and told him what a sweetie he was and that I really appreciated it -- well, I did, but not for the obvious reasons -- and that maybe if I became single again, he would honor me with his body again. His smile threatened to crack his face. He couldn't speak properly, being so tongue-tied, and then got some control over himself and blurted out 'bye, I'll be back around 6:45. If you leave before then, just lock the door behind you.' His smile refused to dissipate.
"I started a load of laundry, and went in and turned on his roommate's computer. Where before I had accidentally logged in as Andreas, this time I did it knowingly and immediately got a message that someone was already logged into this AOL account. I was downtrodden at the prospect. Then I remembered Andreas complaining about the per-minute rates he had to pay to log-in from home and realized that he probably wouldn't stay on for very long. I jotted down his screen names from the sign-on screen and then logged into my own account and added them to a new buddy list. That way I could tell as soon as he was logged out... Oh, I felt so sly and devilish.
"The minutes churned by and I IM'd you when I saw you pop in. I had opened His profile and web page again, almost as if thinking that it wouldn't be there any more, having been just a dream. What if He left for the summer? Shit, then my entire plan would be moot. As it sunk in, I felt myself wanting to sob, feeling like an idiot. You and I IM'd for quite some time, and then when I saw Andreas log out of his account, I immediately told you that I had to go -- well, it was true, kinda."
Yvette studied my face to see if I was mad, but I was so engrossed in her story that it didn't really register that maybe I should be mad. Anyway, we were best buds.
"Yvette, I understand about curiosity about Him, and it's not a big deal that you said you had to go... I'm just as curious now as you were then. Tell me, did you meet him -- are you two dating, or is He still available?"
I suddenly was overwhelmed with the thought that He might not have found what He was looking for in her and that's why she turned Lesbo... Not that I knew she had, but that's what I was thinking. My mind was trying to fit the little pieces together to form a bigger picture.
"Carolina, are you thinking of giving yourself to Him already? You little slut..."
She smiled at me in a way that told me it was ok to think this way, and we both started laughing again. The waitress brought over the drinks, and set them down without saying a word, then left. I was kind of curious as to why Yvette has switched to soda.
"You know me, Yvette, just a slut and tramp and a hussy... well, not yet, but I can have daydreams, right?"
We both laughed even harder because she knew that I had (except for a couple parties in my sophomore year in high school) only been with my boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) up to now. I could hardly be called a slut. Perhaps a timid non-virgin.
I continued, "why the switch to soda? Loosing your ability to hold your liquor as you get older?"
"Carolina, I should slap you for that remark. I have to drive later and I want to be clear-headed then. Anyway, I hold my liquor just like any other French girl -- by the ears..." She smiled.
It took me a second to get it, but then I gagged on my drink as I started laughing too hard. It seems that I'm always setting up the jokes and she's always hitting me with the punch lines... I patted my shirt down with paper napkins from the dispenser and felt dumb for wetting it. She continued onward.
"So I logged back in as Andreas and immediately noticed that he had no mail -- I was mad at him for not leaving it for me to read, to devour. I sat there and pouted for 30 seconds or so, and then realized that there was probably a copy of it under the old mail tab. I clicked, and ta-da, there it was -- and not just what M had written today, but a week's worth going back. I was like a starving Ethiopian in a candy factory.
"I forwarded each one of them to my account, lest Derrick come back unexpectedly early, and then heard the buzzer on the washer go off as the load finished. I padded out and threw the clothes in the dryer and started another load -- just to give me an excuse and more time. Then I sat down again and started to read."
She turned over the other page that had been lying face down on the table for so long. I had been dying to reach out and grab it and read it the whole time, but hadn't, knowing this was all part of her tale. Obviously Yvette wouldn't have taken it out if she didn't want me to read it before we left, so I had waited.
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A TWO PAGE POEM OF LOVE AND LUST
Loins, rising and falling,
as lust consumes all,
the feel of your mouth,
the places your hair cares to fall.
The touch of your skin to Mine,
could anything else be so fine?
I taste your neck, at the nape,
