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Island School of Design, Cooper, Yale School of Art, to name a few. I didn’t
know what it would mean for our relationship, but I figured we’d just have a
long distance romance for a while. Frankly, I was feeling pretty insecure about
my ability to even get into any of these schools.
“You’re always getting
distracted.”
“Yeah, well....” I rummaged
through my sock drawer.
“I honestly can’t believe you’re
not ready Kate. You didn’t even work today. I swear you’re the most
disorganized person I’ve ever met.”
Annoyed, I pictured Ben’s blue duffel
bag in my mind, the one he always brought with him for the weekend, so tidy
with all his clothes neatly folded inside.
“Fuck off,” I said casually.
“And you’re always telling me to
fuck off!”
“You should take it as a
compliment,” I said, closing my sock drawer. “I once read somewhere that it’s a
good sign in a relationship when you feel comfortable enough to regularly tell
the other person to fuck off.”
“Yeah, right,” Ben laughed. “You
must be incredibly comfortable with me then!”
“Shall I bring these?” I asked, purposefully
changing the subject and holding up some black crotch-less panties he’d bought
me a few weeks ago. This was Ben’s recent obsession—buying me lingerie. I
couldn’t believe some of the stuff he’d bought. I’m no prude, but I had certainly
never owned a pair of crotch-less panties before.
His eyes focused on the underwear.
I saw the shift in his senses as his mouth opened slightly, and he unconsciously
licked his lips. “Uh yeah, definitely. And make sure you bring all the other black
lace stuff too, especially that bra I like.”
That bra he liked was a half cup model,
meaning that my breasts were almost completely exposed when I wore it. It was
surprisingly dirty. Until he bought me all this stuff, I never knew he was so
turned on by it. I’ll never forget the expression on his face when I first put
the panties and bra on together for him. It’s like he could barely speak he was
so aroused. Apparently I was fulfilling all kinds of fantasies, not that I
minded. In a way it was kind of sweet. Ben was sharing fantasies with me that
he’d never shared with anyone. He kept asking me what my fantasies were,
telling me that he’d do whatever I wanted, but I was never sure what to say. It
was embarrassing to admit, but my fantasies were pretty tame compared to his.
Who would have guessed that Ben had such a rich imagination?
I stuffed all the lingerie in my
bag. “Oh, I still need to get my things from the bathroom,” I said, getting up
off the floor. “I’ll be right back.”
Ben stared at his watch. “If we
don’t leave right now we’re going to hit rush hour traffic, it’s going to take forever
to get there.”
“I’m almost ready,” I called over
my shoulder as I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I opened my
cosmetic bag and threw some makeup inside. I honestly didn’t know what the big
deal was—so what if we had to sit in a bit of traffic? Ben got irritated about
the strangest stuff. Instead of focusing on going away for a fun weekend, all
he could think about was sticking to some arbitrary schedule.
“Okay,” I said a few minutes later
after I came back into the bedroom. “I’m ready.”
I followed him downstairs and
climbed in the passenger side of his Jeep while he put my bag in the back. I
was flipping through his CD collection, trying to decide what to play, when he
came in and sat in the driver’s seat. I had to say that despite all of our
different interests, Ben and I had nearly identical taste in music. I took the
Red Hot Chili Pepper’s Blood Sugar Sex Magik out of its case and popped
it into his CD player. Immediately the familiar opening from “The Power of
Equality” began to fill his car.
Ben glanced over at me and
grinned. “Good choice.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as we headed
down Queen Anne Hill towards the
know what it would mean for our relationship, but I figured we’d just have a
long distance romance for a while. Frankly, I was feeling pretty insecure about
my ability to even get into any of these schools.
“You’re always getting
distracted.”
“Yeah, well....” I rummaged
through my sock drawer.
“I honestly can’t believe you’re
not ready Kate. You didn’t even work today. I swear you’re the most
disorganized person I’ve ever met.”
Annoyed, I pictured Ben’s blue duffel
bag in my mind, the one he always brought with him for the weekend, so tidy
with all his clothes neatly folded inside.
“Fuck off,” I said casually.
“And you’re always telling me to
fuck off!”
“You should take it as a
compliment,” I said, closing my sock drawer. “I once read somewhere that it’s a
good sign in a relationship when you feel comfortable enough to regularly tell
the other person to fuck off.”
“Yeah, right,” Ben laughed. “You
must be incredibly comfortable with me then!”
“Shall I bring these?” I asked, purposefully
changing the subject and holding up some black crotch-less panties he’d bought
me a few weeks ago. This was Ben’s recent obsession—buying me lingerie. I
couldn’t believe some of the stuff he’d bought. I’m no prude, but I had certainly
never owned a pair of crotch-less panties before.
His eyes focused on the underwear.
I saw the shift in his senses as his mouth opened slightly, and he unconsciously
licked his lips. “Uh yeah, definitely. And make sure you bring all the other black
lace stuff too, especially that bra I like.”
That bra he liked was a half cup model,
meaning that my breasts were almost completely exposed when I wore it. It was
surprisingly dirty. Until he bought me all this stuff, I never knew he was so
turned on by it. I’ll never forget the expression on his face when I first put
the panties and bra on together for him. It’s like he could barely speak he was
so aroused. Apparently I was fulfilling all kinds of fantasies, not that I
minded. In a way it was kind of sweet. Ben was sharing fantasies with me that
he’d never shared with anyone. He kept asking me what my fantasies were,
telling me that he’d do whatever I wanted, but I was never sure what to say. It
was embarrassing to admit, but my fantasies were pretty tame compared to his.
Who would have guessed that Ben had such a rich imagination?
I stuffed all the lingerie in my
bag. “Oh, I still need to get my things from the bathroom,” I said, getting up
off the floor. “I’ll be right back.”
Ben stared at his watch. “If we
don’t leave right now we’re going to hit rush hour traffic, it’s going to take forever
to get there.”
“I’m almost ready,” I called over
my shoulder as I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I opened my
cosmetic bag and threw some makeup inside. I honestly didn’t know what the big
deal was—so what if we had to sit in a bit of traffic? Ben got irritated about
the strangest stuff. Instead of focusing on going away for a fun weekend, all
he could think about was sticking to some arbitrary schedule.
“Okay,” I said a few minutes later
after I came back into the bedroom. “I’m ready.”
I followed him downstairs and
climbed in the passenger side of his Jeep while he put my bag in the back. I
was flipping through his CD collection, trying to decide what to play, when he
came in and sat in the driver’s seat. I had to say that despite all of our
different interests, Ben and I had nearly identical taste in music. I took the
Red Hot Chili Pepper’s Blood Sugar Sex Magik out of its case and popped
it into his CD player. Immediately the familiar opening from “The Power of
Equality” began to fill his car.
Ben glanced over at me and
grinned. “Good choice.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as we headed
down Queen Anne Hill towards the
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