Chapter 10 - Interlude 2
As we came down from our “highs”, we snuggled and talked. This time, I was much more aware of the gentleness and sweetness in what he said and how he treated me, and how concerned he was about my welfare and about everything I said.We talked about my roommate, and what I would say to her when she asked me about our date (and I
knew
that she would ask).
Eventually, he suggested that we should get dressed and he should take me home. When I told him I could stay longer . . . implying I might even stay all night . . . he refused. He held me tight and explained that I had some torn membranes that needed some time to heal, (I wouldn’t admit it, but I was still sore) and he suggested he pick me up for dinner and “an evening together” next Wednesday. And so, our “picnic” ended and he took me home, dropping me off at my door with a sweet kiss.During the early part of the week, I made an appointment with my Doctor to get some birth control pills His receptionist couldn’t fit me in until Friday, and when I told her that I had a date with my boyfriend on Wednesday, she told me “to exercise a little self control!” Silly woman! Then she also explained that I had to wait until a certain time of the month to start taking the pills for them to be effective, so it really didn’t matter if I saw the doctor before Wednesday or not.
I also paid a visit to Victoria’s Secret. After all, a girl has to look her best! Everything I purchased was “modest” or “conservative” according to the sales girl, but it seemed wildly provocative as far as I was concerned.
Chapter 11 – Confessions
Finally, Wednesday came!
My roommate had informed me that morning that She was going to pull an double shift at work so she wouldn’t be back until around 9:00 Thursday morning.
At the appointed hour, my buzzer rang and I asked him to come to my apartment door and I pressed the buzzer to let him in. When the elevator door opened, I was leaning against the door jam, waiting for him.
Without a word, he came up to me and took me in his arms. The kiss lasted at least two minutes, before I suggested that we step inside and close the door.
Cathy looked wonderful. She wore a medium weight plaid skirt, A loose pullover sweater with a “vee” neck and the collar of a white blouse folded over the sweater. As I stepped out of the elevator, there she was! She was just waiting to be kissed.
We kissed in the hallway, and when we moved into her apartment and closed the door, we kissed again, both of us allowing our hands to run over each other. She gasped a little when I cupped her breast, but then arched her back pressing into the palm of my hand.
Finally, the kiss broke and she breathlessly asked me, “Do you have definite reservations anywhere?”
I shook my head. “I figured we’d walk along Canal St. until we found a place that looks good to us.”
She gave me that “cat and canary” smile and said, “Right now, my bedroom looks pretty good to ME,” and without releasing her hold around me, she started moving sideways and kissed me again. We “crabbed” our way to the bedroom . As we were entwined, side by side on her bed, I asked: “Your roommate . . . ?”
Another “cat and canary: smile”. “She wont be back until 9:00 tomorrow morning.”
Obviously, the room had been prepared. No light was on, but there were numerous candles, and soft, romantic music was playing.
My caresses covered her entire body, as her hands explored mine.
“I’m going to take off your sweater,” I whispered as I petted her breasts.
