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definitely more thrilling about
fooling around like that where we could get caught; it was exciting, knowing
that at any moment someone could pass by and hear us, come into my room. My
parents could have seen us go upstairs — anyone could have — and then not come
down immediately, they could have gotten suspicious and decided to investigate.
It had been the same way with our tryst in the closet, the need to try and keep
just a little bit quiet, and with Johnny’s scheme of getting into my dorm room
to have sex. I definitely wanted to mostly stick to having sex in places where
we weren’t going to be overheard or at least, where neither of us was going to
get in trouble for it. But every once in a while, it was so much fun to take
the little risk, to get more and more excited at the prospect of maybe getting
caught.
“I know you don’t think very highly of your parents,”
Johnny said, giving my hand a squeeze, “But your Dad’s not that bad with a
hockey stick.” I laughed.
“I’m telling you, I had no idea at all that he even
knew what hockey was. I swear, they live double lives.”
“Next thing you know you’ll find out your mom was a
drug-runner in college,” Johnny joked.
“Oh God, that would actually be pretty cool and
daring. No, I’m sure she was just as boring as ever — color-coordinated sheets,
sorority pin, pledging her eternal sisterhood.”
“Hey, sororities get pretty wild. Maybe she ran afoul
of a drug cartel on a trip to Cancun.”
“I am not joining a sorority.”
“Aww, not even our sister organization? You could get
your mom to help us plan our parties and themes!”
“Ugh, everything would be so sickening. No. No
sororities for me, no eternal sisterhood of the traveling pants.” Johnny
cracked up, reaching over to give my thigh a squeeze.
“I had a great time,” he said, smiling in the glow of
the dashboard lights. “It was really good meeting everyone.”
“Everyone liked you so much! I was really pleased,” I
smiled, remembering all the envying glances. “Just don’t follow any of those
old cougar trophy wives into the garden, please. I’d have to kill you. And
them. I’d bring so much shame upon my family.”
“Why would I go anywhere with them? I’ve got you.”
Johnny glanced over at me with a smile and I felt my heart skip a beat.
We talked about the party, about how ridiculous
everyone was, about stupid little things we’d seen on campus as Johnny sped
down the highway heading back to campus. My parents hesitantly had invited us
to stay the night and get a fresh start in the morning, but they had made it
clear that Johnny would have to spend the night in one of the guest rooms; I
figured I could sleep alone as well in the dorms as I could at home and Johnny
was almost as anxious to get away as I was, once he knew that there wouldn’t be
any chance of sneaking into my room after everyone had left.
I worried a little bit about what he had said — and
what had hung in the air unsaid — about the fact that he didn’t go home very
much, that he lived so far away from his parents. I wondered if there was
something wrong between him and them; while I was irritated by my own parents’
pretentiousness and insistence that I should marry a good rich boy and not have
to work for a living, I still loved them and even enjoyed spending time with
them from time to time. It seemed strange for Johnny to have no real connection
to his parents at all.
We talked about our classes, about the things going on
in the frat and in the dorms, and I started yawning more and more. I could feel
the tenderness between my legs, the ache in my hips from taking Johnny from
behind. I giggled quietly to myself, squirming and feeling the lingering
dampness of my panties. It had been a thrill of its own to walk around after
our tryst, able to constantly feel that little reminder of what we’d done and
knowing that no one else in the entire house had a clue what had happened —
fooling around like that where we could get caught; it was exciting, knowing
that at any moment someone could pass by and hear us, come into my room. My
parents could have seen us go upstairs — anyone could have — and then not come
down immediately, they could have gotten suspicious and decided to investigate.
It had been the same way with our tryst in the closet, the need to try and keep
just a little bit quiet, and with Johnny’s scheme of getting into my dorm room
to have sex. I definitely wanted to mostly stick to having sex in places where
we weren’t going to be overheard or at least, where neither of us was going to
get in trouble for it. But every once in a while, it was so much fun to take
the little risk, to get more and more excited at the prospect of maybe getting
caught.
“I know you don’t think very highly of your parents,”
Johnny said, giving my hand a squeeze, “But your Dad’s not that bad with a
hockey stick.” I laughed.
“I’m telling you, I had no idea at all that he even
knew what hockey was. I swear, they live double lives.”
“Next thing you know you’ll find out your mom was a
drug-runner in college,” Johnny joked.
“Oh God, that would actually be pretty cool and
daring. No, I’m sure she was just as boring as ever — color-coordinated sheets,
sorority pin, pledging her eternal sisterhood.”
“Hey, sororities get pretty wild. Maybe she ran afoul
of a drug cartel on a trip to Cancun.”
“I am not joining a sorority.”
“Aww, not even our sister organization? You could get
your mom to help us plan our parties and themes!”
“Ugh, everything would be so sickening. No. No
sororities for me, no eternal sisterhood of the traveling pants.” Johnny
cracked up, reaching over to give my thigh a squeeze.
“I had a great time,” he said, smiling in the glow of
the dashboard lights. “It was really good meeting everyone.”
“Everyone liked you so much! I was really pleased,” I
smiled, remembering all the envying glances. “Just don’t follow any of those
old cougar trophy wives into the garden, please. I’d have to kill you. And
them. I’d bring so much shame upon my family.”
“Why would I go anywhere with them? I’ve got you.”
Johnny glanced over at me with a smile and I felt my heart skip a beat.
We talked about the party, about how ridiculous
everyone was, about stupid little things we’d seen on campus as Johnny sped
down the highway heading back to campus. My parents hesitantly had invited us
to stay the night and get a fresh start in the morning, but they had made it
clear that Johnny would have to spend the night in one of the guest rooms; I
figured I could sleep alone as well in the dorms as I could at home and Johnny
was almost as anxious to get away as I was, once he knew that there wouldn’t be
any chance of sneaking into my room after everyone had left.
I worried a little bit about what he had said — and
what had hung in the air unsaid — about the fact that he didn’t go home very
much, that he lived so far away from his parents. I wondered if there was
something wrong between him and them; while I was irritated by my own parents’
pretentiousness and insistence that I should marry a good rich boy and not have
to work for a living, I still loved them and even enjoyed spending time with
them from time to time. It seemed strange for Johnny to have no real connection
to his parents at all.
We talked about our classes, about the things going on
in the frat and in the dorms, and I started yawning more and more. I could feel
the tenderness between my legs, the ache in my hips from taking Johnny from
behind. I giggled quietly to myself, squirming and feeling the lingering
dampness of my panties. It had been a thrill of its own to walk around after
our tryst, able to constantly feel that little reminder of what we’d done and
knowing that no one else in the entire house had a clue what had happened —
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