Everyone is over 18 years of age
If you've been reading these chapters, you may wonder what happened next. Well, what kept happening should be predictable. I mean, do you know any teens who are fucking like rabbits and then stop? At least, short of a complete breakup?
We definitely kept at it, and soon we were facing the holiday break. Okay, so it wasn't really a tragedy, but this was the first real relationship I'd had, and being away from him, even for just a few weeks, was going to be rough.
As our last day on campus arrived, we held each other and kissed, and then we headed out. No, it wasn't some big scene. I knew it would be tough to be apart, but he wasn't going off to war--actually, that was one of my longer-term worries for him, but it's not like we were getting married. Still, I hoped he'd always be my dear friend, at the least, so yes, I even worried about that, well before it would be a real possibility.
With that, I took the train back home, and John went to the airport.
Getting home actually brought some funny moments. I hadn't really been good at keeping my parents updated on school, friends, and all that, so they had a million questions. Well, after hugs and kisses. Then they wanted to know about classes and the rest of life at school. Needless to say, that story got some heavy editing and selective retelling.
Then they got to something that had been worrying about them. My mom asked, "how's your roommate been?"
I said, "oh, he's been great!"
My dad then said, "Really? When you talked to him before school, we were a little worried."
"Really? Why?" I caught myself before I became unreasonably defensive. They'd never understand that!
"Well," my dad said, "he sounded so different from you. A guy who was going to be in ROTC, and he was from Texas, and... I just got the sense that he was very different."
I sighed, "well, I suppose that's a point." I really didn't think they'd paid that much attention when John and I first talked by phone. "But he turned out to be a good guy."
"That's great! You have so much work to do. It's not easy if you have a difficult roommate."
I smiled. "No, he's fine."
"Well, good! Please tell him we said hello when you get back."
"Okay, dad, I will."
With that, I was told about the people who wanted to see me. Family and neighbors. My mom also declared that I looked like I'd lost weight. Oh, mom. "You can't neglect your nutrition when you're at school. You have to keep your strength up!"
I didn't know if she was right about my losing weight. More probably, I was just a little better toned. I could only imagine what she'd think if she knew I was getting a lot more exercise than I used to.
Well, mom, my favorite exercise is squats. Over my roommate, pretty much every day. At least when he isn't putting my legs in the air or just fucking me face-down like the insatiable bottom I am for him.
Yeah, that wasn't going to fly. But mom was a great cook, so I just tried not to overdo it as I enjoyed being spoiled. It sure beat campus cafeteria food.
The first night home, I was on the phone to John. We talked all we could, at least without letting our families catch on that we were more than roommates. I mean, do normal roommates need to talk every night when they're apart? I don't think so!
Anyhow, I don't want to bore you with all of this, and to this day, I don't think I'd want to share too much of our calls, for fear of coming across like a smitten idiot. I'm sure we sounded ridiculous.
The break felt like it lasted forever. I saw some local friends and tried to keep busy, but that was about it. Finally, it was at an end. I told mom and dad that I was sad to leave, but really, I wasn't. Sure, I loved them and would miss them, but... well, you know. Right, the excitement of getting back to my studies! That had me worked up!
I got back to school and arrived at our room before John. I had hours to kill, so I went and got something to eat. Then I went for a walk. Generally, I was just killing time.
I knew when he expected to get back, and I made sure I was there. And when he walked in, he had a big smile on his face as he closed the door and said, "Hi, babe!"
I was sitting and doing some reading, or pretending to, and I just glanced up and said, "oh, hey."
I was trying to act nonchalant, but he was too smart. Or perceptive. Or self-assured. Or something. In short, he wasn't buying it.
"Well, okay then," he said, adding "I guess I'll just hang out over here."
I'm sure he could see the smile I was having trouble keeping off my face. I said, "well, okay then, if you're going to be all needy," and I pushed back my chair and started heading his way.
"No, no," he said, "I wouldn't want to interrupt your studying. After all, I'm sure you have lots to do."
I laughed. "Oh, hush up, you big jerk!"
He acted like that hurt, but of course it didn't. We both felt it. Complete again, now that we were back together.
And as I approached him, I did a John move. I know it always sounds like I'm some twinkie little thing, but that's not accurate. It's just that John is bigger and stronger, and I also like that, so I tend to focus on his strength and beautiful body. But still, I'm able to do this... I dipped quickly, got an arm behind his knees and the other behind his back, and I literally swept him off his feet. He laughed as I spun him around, careful not to hit his head. This was supposed to be loving, not vengeance for when he hit my head into the dresser! Having spun him a couple of times without repeating his mishap, I stopped and said, "that's how you do that, you big clod."
He laughed and reached down to pinch my ass. "Bastard!" he said, but he still was laughing. I leaned in and kissed him. Then I said, "okay, you're getting heavy!" and I put him down.
"Such a powerful man!" he teased. But we both kept laughing, at least until we were kissing and tearing at each other's shirts.
I knew I missed him, but I felt so overwhelmed at having him back in my arms again. "I missed you so much!"
"I know the feeling, Jess. I've gotten used to having you with me all the time."
We were half-naked by this point, our shirts on the floor and belts undone. "Wait," I said, "let's try this again." And I managed to scoop him up again. He looked at me and said, "goofy man, what are you doing?"
"Taking you where we need to be."
I walked him over to my bed and laid him gently on it. I leaned in and kissed him, like I was his prince and he was Sleeping Beauty. Except that this beauty was wide awake, and he quickly snaked his arm around my neck as we kissed.
I reached down and kept undoing his pants, reaching in and finding my favorite throbbing object. We both smiled as my hand wrapped around him. "There it is," I said, and he asked, "is that all I am to you? A big dick?"
