Just your average, everyday, college-aged, couple-swap story. For the record, my working title for this one was 'Evil Roommate.' Pretty sure that sums it up nicely. Enjoy!
My freshman year of college, I met the love of my life.
His name was Daniel Abelson. We met during class and, afterwards, he walked me back to my dorm. He was super cute with light brown hair and a warm smile. Even in that short twenty minutes, I felt something. A spark. A connection.
The next week we went out to dinner at a fancy sushi place in Brookline. We talked like we'd known each other forever. Danny made me laugh, but he was also a great listener and he seemed to understand me in a way I'd never experienced before.
After our date, Danny once again walked me back to my dorm. It was a Saturday night and the streets were full of drunk kids stumbling around. It didn't matter. My whole universe in that moment was just me and Danny.
I had dressed in something not too nice, but not too casual. A dark skirt with dark hose and a bright pink sweater. My blonde hair held back by a black headband. Danny was wearing a striped dress shirt and khakis. He always dressed well, actually, even when he was only going to class.
"Did you have a nice night?" Danny asked. He was anxious and it was adorable. He ran his hands through his short, brown hair. I could see his bright green eyes flitting behind his thin-framed glasses.
"I enjoyed tonight quite a bit," I said, smiling genuinely.
"I'm gonna puke!" some dude-bro yelled, and promptly vomited into a planter about five feet away from me. His friends all rushed over to help him.
"Well, mostly anyway," I said. We both laughed.
Danny put his hand on my shoulder. I didn't push it away. He leaned forward. Pressed his lips to mine. Oh God. It wasn't my first kiss, but it was electric. Danny was about five foot eight, only a few inches taller than me, and I found that he was exactly the right height for kissing. I wrapped my arms around him as we continued. Danny was thin, but he felt strong in my arms. Defined.
"Wooo! Go get her!" some drunk girl shouted, and I knew she was calling us out.
"Sorry," I said to Danny, as we broke apart.
"Don't be," Danny said. "Look, Piper, I hope I'm not being too forward, but I really like you."
"I like you too," I said. I felt my cheeks go hot but I didn't care.
I went up to my dorm room that night knowing I'd found something special. Danny wasn't only a guy. He was The One.
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Danny took me to my first baseball game, and we saw the Red Sox beat the Royals. He bought me a Sale jersey and a pink hat with a dark navy "B" on it. I wore that hat almost every day after.
I brought him to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, and we spent hours wandering around and looking at the paintings. We got tickets to the BSO and saw them perform, as well. Constantly we challenged each other, inspired each other. It was amazing.
Our kissing time expanded as well. Our short goodnights outside turned into full-on make-out sessions. Sometimes we went to Danny's room, but usually we went up to mine because my roommate was rarely around. Like I said, I wasn't totally chaste in high school, but Danny was the first boy to kiss my bare breasts and he was the first boy I ever made cum. He groaned and exploded, warm and sticky, over my hands as I stroked him. I felt like a goddess.
Danny's birthday was in October, the same day as our one-month anniversary. I didn't want to be sappy, but I took him out to a fancy restaurant on Newbury Street.
"This place is amazing," Danny said as we sat down. He grabbed his menu and I marveled at how clean his hands were. Even the nails looked buffed and polished. My boyfriend was fastidious in a way that sometimes drove me crazy but also made me like him even more.
We were both too young to have wine with dinner, so we got Diet Cokes. I ordered salmon and Danny got the steak. Such a boy.
"You didn't have to go to all this trouble, Piper," Danny said. He was wearing his usual khakis and a dress shirt, but he had a yellow sweater on over it. The world was already getting colder.
"Of course I did," I said, "You don't turn nineteen every day. I just wish your parents could have been here."
"Really? You want to meet my parents?" Danny asked, "I'm not even sure I want that and they're
my
parents."
Danny was always joking about his Mom and Dad. They were both doctors in North Canton, Ohio and they were sticklers for perfection. Danny was their only child, and so he bore the brunt of a lot of that.
"I want to know everything about you," I told Danny, meaning it.
"Well, it started one day when I was a tiny sperm..."
"Not funny," I said, and playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
"What about you?" Danny asked. "I don't get the life story of Piper Stewart?"
"Ugh, I'm so boring," I said, "Grew up near New Haven. I have a doofy older brother who's going to school at Northwestern. Dad's a biologist, Mom's an accountant. Blah blah blah blah blah."
"What about teenaged Piper, hm? I'm sure you got up to all kinds of trouble when you were younger," Danny said.
I had the feeling he was asking me about my sex life, and it made me a little uncomfortable. Honestly, I'd already told him everything about myself. But if I hadn't, I mean, it wasn't any of his business. If he'd had a super serious high school girlfriend or whatever I didn't care. I was with him, now. He was with me. It seemed silly to obsess about the past.
"You know all my secrets," I said, "I made the honor roll in high school and played the clarinet. Not exactly Dark Piper, here."
"Half a joint in the girls' locker room," Danny said, recounting what I'd already admitted to him, "Jumped a turnstile in New York City when you were about to miss the train. Have two dead bodies in the basement at home," Danny said.
"Three," I said, "Soon to be four if you're not careful."
"If I have to die, I'd love for it to be by your hand," Danny said. I know it sounds weird, but in the moment, I thought it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me.
After dinner, we splurged on an Uber home. We sat in the backseat of the luxury sedan, kissing the whole way. Danny slid his hand onto my breast, and I didn't stop him. Neither of us cared that the driver had a heck of a view.
We got out at my dorm and rode the elevator up to my floor. My room was empty, thank God. Danny kept kissing me. Our tongues entwined. I pulled his sweater over his head and he began to unbutton my blouse. He looked at my breasts, encased in their white bra, like they were made of gold.
We fell back on the bed. I reached for Danny's belt buckle and shimmied off his khakis. His tartan boxer briefs tented with his erection. Danny slid his hands under my bra and squeezed my pinprick-tight, pink nipples. I reached into the fly of his boxers and felt his hardness fill my hands. We both chorused a long, low groan.
"I want this," Danny said, "I want you."
"I want you, too," I said. He was kissing my neck and I knew that wonderful mouth would be on my breasts soon.
"Like, I mean, I want you want you," Danny said.
