"Harder, baby! Oh shit! Don't stop!"
She was panting and writhing under me, nails digging into my back, legs around my waist. Her hair was wild, her eyes closed and her mouth open, gasping for air. She was all that I had wanted in the past few months and I was doing everything I could to make her feel good. Hearing her screams filled me with the happiness of knowing that I had made her scream like that. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, let's talk about how we met.
*
We met simply enough. I was walking out of my two o'clock class, and she was walking out of hers. Our classes were in nearby rooms. I looked at her, and I knew that I had to get to know her. It was just something about her; she was captivating. She looked directly into my eyes as we passed, holding my gaze. She smirked a little and walked out of the door. I stopped to watch her athletic form move down the hall and out of sight. She must run track, I thought to myself because her legs were truly things of beauty. I went to my next class promising myself that I would take the next opportunity to talk to her.
The next time I had that class, I left class just a little earlier than usual so that I wouldn't miss her. When the students came flooding out of the room, I looked for my new dream girl, and there she was. She was laughing with some friends. Her smile was beautiful, like the rest of her. I would have just looked at her had she not noticed me and looked at me with those magnetic eyes again.
Her friends seemed to have wandered off and she was alone. That was good for me; I didn't want any blockers. I walked toward her, and I know she saw me approach, but she didn't acknowledge me again until I was right behind her.
"Hi," I said, "How are you today?"
I thought I'd start simple, feel her out.
"I'm well, how are you." her voice was smooth and confident, just as I'd expected it to be.
"I'm good," I said, "Listen, I noticed you the other day, and I wanted to get to know you a little better."
She stopped when I said that and turned to look at me with a smile on her face.
"Really? And just why was that?" she said
She knew the answer. I wanted to get to know her because I thought she was gorgeous, because I thought she was so beautiful, because I wished I could heal the blind just so they could see her. Of course I didn't say that, but we both knew it was true. Instead, I tried to be a little coy.
"I dunno. You just seem like a girl that's worth getting to know."
"Hmmm....she said, and I bet you think you're worth knowing as well, right?"
"Well, I like to think so." I smiled
"What's your name?" she said
"Karen. And yours?"
"Robbin."
"Well, Robbin, would you like to go out with me?" I said, hoping she would say yes. This little banter could be considered flirting afterall.
"Well...I'm not sure. I mean, I did just meet you. For all I know, you could be a serial killer."
"I won't hurt a hair on your head." I said. She smiled, but the smile was like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Still...I'm going to have to pass." she said, "Maybe some other time, when I've gotten to know you better."
"You won't be able to resist for long." I called after her.
She just smiled over her shoulder as she sashayed away, and I was even more determined to get her to go out with me. I needed to know this girl, hold her, feel her. She was more than intriguing, and I was more than intrigued. I turned and walked to my next class, already late but not really caring.
*
It became a routine. I'd see her on my way out of class and approach her, and we'd flirt playfully. I'd my best to win her over, and she continued to deny me. It was playful, like a joke we shared. I learned a bit about her, and she about me. Turns out she was an athlete. She was on a track scholarship. I told her that I was an Art major, and on academic scholarship. We had a good bit in common, so I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't let me take her out.
I asked her, "Why won't you go out with me?"
She was smiling cutely me, and looking at me with those eyes. I knew she liked me, so I couldn't figure out why she was playing so damn hard to get.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" I asked, not thinking that was the problem.
"No, you're adorable." she said, making me smile wider
"Do you think I'm a bad person?"
"No, not as far as I can tell."
"Do think I'm uninteresting?"
"Not at all."
"So, if you think I'm an interesting, nice, and adorable girl, why won't you go out with me? "
"You're right." she said, "Okay, I'll go. When and where?" she said it so matter-of-factly, it caught me a little off guard.
"How's Friday night? Say...seven?" I asked.
"Sounds good to me." she said.
"You will not regret it."
"I'm sure I won't." she said.
The way she toyed with me was unbelievable, but I was a willing play thing. She told me that she lived in Broussard Hall.