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fire. Do you remember?”
“I could see the ecstasy make its way from somewhere deep inside you to your smile and then to your eyes while we were making love,” she reminisces. I close my eyes, letting myself go back to that weekend with her.
“It makes me happy when I… make you happy ,” I tell her. I whisper the last part and duck my head away from the driver, just in case. Although we’d been dating for four years, we’d been sexually active for less than two, and since she had been away at college for much of that time, we were still learning a lot about one another. We hadn’t perfected the art of coming together , so when it happened, I always felt a certain sense of victory.
“Oh, Tria ,” she breathes into the phone. Even though she sounds distant, I could recognize that lustful plea in my sleep. “Ohhh, Tria ,” she says again. My eyes flicker toward the driver to see if he’s watching, because suddenly I feel very guilty, knowing my girlfriend’s on the other end of the line having an orgasm. And I’m getting very turned on in the backseat of this guy’s cab. I didn’t mean for her to get her rocks off while I was thinking back to our weekend together. I knew that’s where she wanted to take the conversation, but I thought I’d made it clear I wasn’t in any place to do that right now… because I’m left with a hard on, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. “ Tria ! Ohhh! Fuck me, Trey! Ohhh! Trey! Ohhh!” I have to hold the phone away from my ear since my natural inclination is to join in with her. I have responses to her cries, each and every one of them, and when I get home, I’ll be screaming them aloud to an empty apartment.
“Can you let me out here?” I ask bluntly, making a split decision when we hit a red light. “I’ve already paid with the app. Thanks,” I tell him as I step out, untucking my shirt when I hit the sidewalk. I get my bearings and am grateful to have exited so close to a subway station. Heading underground with the flow of traffic on the pavement, I let Zaina tell me when she’s ready to resume conversation.
“Trey Holland?” someone asks me once I’m through the turnstile.
I nod, my ear to my phone, trying to politely signal to them I’m busy. “If I could just get a picture with you…” I lean in to her as she holds her phone up for a selfie, and then smile as I look into the camera. “Thank you so much!”
“Who was that?” Zaina asks, out of breath.
“I’m waiting for my train. Some girl.”
“I thought you were in a taxi.”
“I was, but you made it pretty uncomfortable for me, so I got the hell out of there,” I tell her, finding it impossible to mask my frustration. “You knew I wasn’t at home, Zai. Why’d you do that?”
“I couldn’t help myself,” she says, laughing. “I didn’t think it really mattered.”
“I’m about to get on a subway looking like a total slouch with a fucking boner,” I tell her, covering my mouth and ducking into the wall to tell her this. “This isn’t funny.”
The 1 train pulls up, and I get in just as she starts to argue with me, trivializing my reasons for being upset with her. I’m sure she can hear the announcements on the train. She has to know that’s a warning. And five seconds later, before I can get a word in anyway, the call is cut off.
chapter five
Coley beats me to The Wit on Wednesday and is sitting at our table in the front of the classroom with a manilla folder under her folded hands. She’s wearing more makeup today, and her hair is silky and straight. I can’t see the freckles on her nose and cheeks today, and I miss them. She barely says hello to me when I come in, seeming very meek, even though we had a nice, long conversation on Monday, when I thought I’d convinced her that I was a pretty average college student, just like her.
“All right, freshmen. Does everyone have their assignments from Monday?” Professor Aslon asks.
A
“I could see the ecstasy make its way from somewhere deep inside you to your smile and then to your eyes while we were making love,” she reminisces. I close my eyes, letting myself go back to that weekend with her.
“It makes me happy when I… make you happy ,” I tell her. I whisper the last part and duck my head away from the driver, just in case. Although we’d been dating for four years, we’d been sexually active for less than two, and since she had been away at college for much of that time, we were still learning a lot about one another. We hadn’t perfected the art of coming together , so when it happened, I always felt a certain sense of victory.
“Oh, Tria ,” she breathes into the phone. Even though she sounds distant, I could recognize that lustful plea in my sleep. “Ohhh, Tria ,” she says again. My eyes flicker toward the driver to see if he’s watching, because suddenly I feel very guilty, knowing my girlfriend’s on the other end of the line having an orgasm. And I’m getting very turned on in the backseat of this guy’s cab. I didn’t mean for her to get her rocks off while I was thinking back to our weekend together. I knew that’s where she wanted to take the conversation, but I thought I’d made it clear I wasn’t in any place to do that right now… because I’m left with a hard on, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. “ Tria ! Ohhh! Fuck me, Trey! Ohhh! Trey! Ohhh!” I have to hold the phone away from my ear since my natural inclination is to join in with her. I have responses to her cries, each and every one of them, and when I get home, I’ll be screaming them aloud to an empty apartment.
“Can you let me out here?” I ask bluntly, making a split decision when we hit a red light. “I’ve already paid with the app. Thanks,” I tell him as I step out, untucking my shirt when I hit the sidewalk. I get my bearings and am grateful to have exited so close to a subway station. Heading underground with the flow of traffic on the pavement, I let Zaina tell me when she’s ready to resume conversation.
“Trey Holland?” someone asks me once I’m through the turnstile.
I nod, my ear to my phone, trying to politely signal to them I’m busy. “If I could just get a picture with you…” I lean in to her as she holds her phone up for a selfie, and then smile as I look into the camera. “Thank you so much!”
“Who was that?” Zaina asks, out of breath.
“I’m waiting for my train. Some girl.”
“I thought you were in a taxi.”
“I was, but you made it pretty uncomfortable for me, so I got the hell out of there,” I tell her, finding it impossible to mask my frustration. “You knew I wasn’t at home, Zai. Why’d you do that?”
“I couldn’t help myself,” she says, laughing. “I didn’t think it really mattered.”
“I’m about to get on a subway looking like a total slouch with a fucking boner,” I tell her, covering my mouth and ducking into the wall to tell her this. “This isn’t funny.”
The 1 train pulls up, and I get in just as she starts to argue with me, trivializing my reasons for being upset with her. I’m sure she can hear the announcements on the train. She has to know that’s a warning. And five seconds later, before I can get a word in anyway, the call is cut off.
chapter five
Coley beats me to The Wit on Wednesday and is sitting at our table in the front of the classroom with a manilla folder under her folded hands. She’s wearing more makeup today, and her hair is silky and straight. I can’t see the freckles on her nose and cheeks today, and I miss them. She barely says hello to me when I come in, seeming very meek, even though we had a nice, long conversation on Monday, when I thought I’d convinced her that I was a pretty average college student, just like her.
“All right, freshmen. Does everyone have their assignments from Monday?” Professor Aslon asks.
A
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