after we reach the
top of the hill. We’re parked. This must be it. He’s either going to fuck me or
kill me. “We’re not in a relationship until you get some tongue action? Is that
correct?”
I nod.
“What if I fuck you without ever touching
your lips? Would we still be just friends?” His brows and cheeks rise as he
steps out and pops the trunk. I follow him with the salads and he pats the
floor of the interior of the vehicle where we sit side-by-side.
“And what if I don’t have a tongue? Would
you still like me then?” He pries the plastic cover off his salad bowl while I
unwrap the plastic forks, handing him one, wondering why we’re up here, in the
dark, at the start of mosquito season, where the bears are hiding, and whether
or not he has a tongue.
“It smells fresh up here,” I say as my
legs dangle and swing outside of the trunk.
“Willows,” he swallows. “The willow tree
branches have just started to bud. To me it’s like a mix of potting soil and
sweet bread.”
He smells it. Wow, I’ve met a man who can
actually appreciate scents. I want a kiss from him. No, screw kissing, I shaved
today and my vag needs to make an appearance.
I rush through my salad, nearly choking
at one point, needing him, no longer interested in playing games. I’ve deprived
him of a kiss not once or twice, but three times. He must feel apprehensive and
after three letdowns, if I were a guy, I’d wait for the girl to make the next
move.
Unzip
his jeans and lick his dick, Div. Do it!
“No,” I whisper.
“No what?” he asks, aware that I’m
finished eating and pushing the rest of his salad to the side.
“No bears,” I smile.
“Come with me,” he says. “I want to show
you what’s special about this place.”
Dan has a spell on me. It’s only been two
dates and I’m already calmer than I’ve ever been with any other guy. No sweaty
armpits tonight... and he didn’t kill me, not yet anyway. That’s a plus.
We walk along a short path, tripping over
rocks in the darkness, and at the end is the cliff he was referring to, a
straight drop of about thirty feet. But the cliff’s not why we’re here.
CHAPTER
SIX
“B eautiful,” I whisper.
The university is the central hub with lights
from the dorms, apartments, subdivisions, and shopping centers radiating around
the outside.
“I’ve come here about once a week over
the past year.”
“Alone?”
“Until now,” he nods. “Do you see it
yet?”
I look over the town in search of something
special, but see nothing, only sparkling orbs. Maybe that’s it. They’re enough,
right? That’s what he wants me to see, all the pretty lights?
“Over there,” he points to the center of
campus. My building. Old Main.
From this height, I can see the top of
the flat roof and the small tower that holds the flag in the very center. It
houses a tiny glowing light, the heart to all who live here. But on that roof
is a glowing secret, something only seen from a great height. One letter on
each side of the flag tower, an F to the left and a U on the right. A giant
glowing FU.
“No shit,” I laugh. “Did you do that?”
“No,” he takes my hand. “It was probably
a fraternity prank, or initiation, or maybe a pissed off student.”
“Or a disgruntled faculty member. There’ve
been plenty of those and most were in that building. But you know, it could be
one of those rare occurrences where part of the P burned out in just the right
place.”
“Don’t try to figure out the why or the
how, just enjoy it for how it is at this moment,” he says, leading me back to
the car.
What the fuck? He just passed on a
perfectly good opportunity to kiss me under the stars in a beautiful spot.
Hello?
“You’ve been stuck in my head all day,
Div.”
Kiss me.
“I didn’t get much work done because of
you.”
Turn and kiss me.
“I have reviews to write tonight before a
new list of products and company sites appears in my box tomorrow. I’m sorry
that I
top of the hill. We’re parked. This must be it. He’s either going to fuck me or
kill me. “We’re not in a relationship until you get some tongue action? Is that
correct?”
I nod.
“What if I fuck you without ever touching
your lips? Would we still be just friends?” His brows and cheeks rise as he
steps out and pops the trunk. I follow him with the salads and he pats the
floor of the interior of the vehicle where we sit side-by-side.
“And what if I don’t have a tongue? Would
you still like me then?” He pries the plastic cover off his salad bowl while I
unwrap the plastic forks, handing him one, wondering why we’re up here, in the
dark, at the start of mosquito season, where the bears are hiding, and whether
or not he has a tongue.
“It smells fresh up here,” I say as my
legs dangle and swing outside of the trunk.
“Willows,” he swallows. “The willow tree
branches have just started to bud. To me it’s like a mix of potting soil and
sweet bread.”
He smells it. Wow, I’ve met a man who can
actually appreciate scents. I want a kiss from him. No, screw kissing, I shaved
today and my vag needs to make an appearance.
I rush through my salad, nearly choking
at one point, needing him, no longer interested in playing games. I’ve deprived
him of a kiss not once or twice, but three times. He must feel apprehensive and
after three letdowns, if I were a guy, I’d wait for the girl to make the next
move.
Unzip
his jeans and lick his dick, Div. Do it!
“No,” I whisper.
“No what?” he asks, aware that I’m
finished eating and pushing the rest of his salad to the side.
“No bears,” I smile.
“Come with me,” he says. “I want to show
you what’s special about this place.”
Dan has a spell on me. It’s only been two
dates and I’m already calmer than I’ve ever been with any other guy. No sweaty
armpits tonight... and he didn’t kill me, not yet anyway. That’s a plus.
We walk along a short path, tripping over
rocks in the darkness, and at the end is the cliff he was referring to, a
straight drop of about thirty feet. But the cliff’s not why we’re here.
CHAPTER
SIX
“B eautiful,” I whisper.
The university is the central hub with lights
from the dorms, apartments, subdivisions, and shopping centers radiating around
the outside.
“I’ve come here about once a week over
the past year.”
“Alone?”
“Until now,” he nods. “Do you see it
yet?”
I look over the town in search of something
special, but see nothing, only sparkling orbs. Maybe that’s it. They’re enough,
right? That’s what he wants me to see, all the pretty lights?
“Over there,” he points to the center of
campus. My building. Old Main.
From this height, I can see the top of
the flat roof and the small tower that holds the flag in the very center. It
houses a tiny glowing light, the heart to all who live here. But on that roof
is a glowing secret, something only seen from a great height. One letter on
each side of the flag tower, an F to the left and a U on the right. A giant
glowing FU.
“No shit,” I laugh. “Did you do that?”
“No,” he takes my hand. “It was probably
a fraternity prank, or initiation, or maybe a pissed off student.”
“Or a disgruntled faculty member. There’ve
been plenty of those and most were in that building. But you know, it could be
one of those rare occurrences where part of the P burned out in just the right
place.”
“Don’t try to figure out the why or the
how, just enjoy it for how it is at this moment,” he says, leading me back to
the car.
What the fuck? He just passed on a
perfectly good opportunity to kiss me under the stars in a beautiful spot.
Hello?
“You’ve been stuck in my head all day,
Div.”
Kiss me.
“I didn’t get much work done because of
you.”
Turn and kiss me.
“I have reviews to write tonight before a
new list of products and company sites appears in my box tomorrow. I’m sorry
that I
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