"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.
"I'll see you at seven, then." I said
When we parted ways, I wanted to turn flips. For almost two months, she had said no, but now she was agreeing to go out with me. I couldn't wait until Friday.
*
Friday came, and so did seven o'clock. I was ten types of nervous when I walked into her dorm building. She was waiting in the lobby.
"You look great," I said, looking her up and down.
"You don't look too bad yourself."
We went to a local jazz club that I knew called Mahogany. They had and open mic poetry thing every Friday night. I went about every other weekend with friends. Something told me that she would enjoy it too.
We got there, and the music filled our ears, the smell of coffee filled our nostrils, and the mellow ambience filled our senses. I loved Mahogany on a Friday night, and from the way she was reacting, she did too. I was glad she did.
"You come here a lot?" she said.
"Probably every other week or so. I just love open mic night," I said.
"This is great. You'll have to bring me here again," she said. I noticed how she slipped in the possibility of another date.
"I'll have to do that." I smiled back at her.
We found a seat and a waitress walked up to take out orders. The place served small pastries and drinks. I ordered a coffee and a slice of cake. She got a cappuccino. When our orders arrived, things were just getting underway.
We listened to poetry and jazz until about eleven. She had a twelve o'clock curfew. I brought her back safely, like the good girl that I am. I walked her to her dorm room, and sent up a little prayer that she'd let me have a goodnight kiss.
"I really had fun tonight."
"Me too, I'm glad you liked it." I said, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
I decided that I should go in for the kiss. She seemed as though she was going to kiss back, but she turned her head just as I was about to meet her lips. I planted a kiss right on her cheek.
"Oh, I don't kiss on the first date," she said, turning to put her key in the door.
I just smiled. Even after the small victory of a date, she was still playing hard to get. She was still playing with me. But, I liked the game. You hear that half of the thrill is in the chase, and there was definitely a thrill to chasing her. So, I just bid her goodnight and walked to my car. I felt that the night had been good.
*
We were back to business as usual by the next week. The next week, I saw her coming out of her class, but this time, when she saw me, I thought I detected a little more of a smile on her lips. Her friend noticed it too, because she followed Robbin's gaze to me and smiled. She then found an excuse to be gone by the time I walked up.