Hi there! I'm sorry I've taken so long to get this out, but I've had a busy few months. If you're new to this story, I recommend you read the preceding chapters first, as this is the 4
th
installment in a series. All characters are over 18.
Happy reading!
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All throughout the next day, his promise ran on repeat through my thoughts: "You're going to touch
me
." No matter what I was doing, whether I was in class or eating breakfast, that sentence played over and over again. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. Did I want to touch him? Yes, absolutely. I wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made me. Was I nervous about it? Hell yes. I'd never even seen a cock.
More than once, a teacher would admonish me for being too distracted or a fellow classmate would ask me if everything was okay. My distractedness and excitement grew all day, until finally my classes were all over. I practically ran back to my dorm to drop off my backpack and meet him in the basement.
I arrived breathless at the bottom of the stairs and broke out in a grin when I saw him reading a book on the couch, his almost-black hair wet from the shower. He'd heard me come down and looked up to see who it was. When he saw me, he smiled to match my own. "Hey," he said. "How was your day? Did you sleep well?" He leaned forward and put the book down on the coffee table, giving me his undivided attention.
"I slept fine," I teased, "but my day was so long and boring without you." I started crossing the room towards him, trying to keep a bounce out of my step. I was just so happy to see him again.
"How do you think I felt, all alone in this basement all day with nothing but a book to keep me company?" he teased right back. By the time he finished talking, I'd reached the couch and plopped down next to him. He added, more sincerely, "I'm happy to see you, Kate."
I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled my face into his shoulder. "I'm happy to see you too," I murmured. I felt him kiss the top of my head, sending pleasant little tingles down my spine.
"It's almost five o'clock," he said. "Are you hungry?"
"Starved."
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After we'd eaten at the dining hall, we walked back to my brownstone, the sunset painting the sky gold and red. There was a warm breeze blowing, likely one of the last of the season before the cold set in. If it weren't for nerves making my stomach flip-flop around, I'd have felt downright blissful. As it was, I was far too anxious to appreciate the scenery or the weather. I only had one thing on my mind.
This is it
, I told myself.
If my roommate is in, he's going to take me back in that bathroom, and I'm going to touch him.
I wouldn't have admitted this out loud to anybody, but the night before I had stayed up, Googling ways to pleasure a man. I hoped it would be good enough. I really wanted to do a good job and impress him.
As we neared the door, my heart rate steadily increasing, he turned towards me and asked me to pack an overnight bag. It took me a moment to register what he'd said, and when I did, I nearly tripped over one of the cracked, uneven stones that made up the sidewalk. He caught my arm and steadied me.
"Why would I need an overnight bag? Where are we going?" I was more confused than nervous at this point, and it must have shown on my face. He smiled reassuringly at me.
"Well, last night was kind of an impromptu thing. Don't get me wrong; I loved every second of it. But I want tonight to be a little more special than fooling around in a dorm bathroom. I want us to have privacy and space, so I booked us a room in a little motel not far from here. Is that okay?"
I was surprised, in a good way, as well as relieved. Now there was no chance of my roommate or anyone else on my floor hearing or walking in on us. I could let go and be myself, if I really wanted to. Privacy and space sounded wonderful, and I told him so. His smile lit up his whole face.
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The motel was a small locally-owned place about 15 minutes from campus. The room was small, but clean. Despite the apparent cleanliness, the first thing we did was remove the bedspread and turn down the blanket and sheet. Once we got situated with our new surroundings, I was struck by an impulsive idea. Trying not to smile, I excused myself to the bathroom and quickly stripped down to my underwear. I didn't own anything resembling lingerie, but I had made an effort this morning to wear my skimpiest thong and a matching bra. Everything was black, and the bra had lace on the band. I decided to avoid the temptation to look in the mirror, because I knew my insecurities would make me chicken out.