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Authors: Kim Gruenenfelder
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sleep.
* * *
I wake up a while later to a soft kiss on my cheek. I can feel the warmth of Jay’s body, and his arms wrapped around me. I turn to him, and he smiles.
“Good morning,” he says to me in the most romantic way.
“Good morning.”
“I missed you,” he says softly, then leans in to kiss me.
And we kiss. And it is amazing. His tongue is playful, but not trying to give me a tonsillectomy. His breath is slightly minty, yet not yet Colgated beyond recognition. His lips are soft and warm.
I have thought about this moment since my freshman year of college. It is at once totally different from I thought it would be, yet amazingly perfect.
We kiss for a while. Ten minutes, an hour, who can say?
At some point, he pulls away from me, smiling. “I’m sorry to wake you,” he whispers softly.
I can feel myself smirk as I lean in to continue kissing him. “No, you’re not.”
He’s not. And neither am I. Until he moves his hand up to my bra area.
As I have no bra on, I jump a foot.
“Do you want coffee?!” I ask, jumping off the couch as if it were on fire. “Or mimosas? We still have a lot of champagne left from yesterday.”
Jay sits up. Seema’s pink blanket drops down to reveal he has pajama bottoms on, but from the waist up he is naked and exquisite. He puts out his hand to me. “No, I’m good. Come back.”
I do, and we kiss some more. “What if Seema wakes up?” I whisper.
“Then you’ll just have to defend my honor.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Despite my fear of getting caught, we continue our makeout session. Every few minutes, his hand moves up toward my chest. I push it down, then he moves down to my underwear. Where I push his hand back up.
“What? Are we in college?” I ask, laughing a little.
“I hope not. In college, you would have never let me get to third.”
“Third? You’re not even at second.”
“I know. But I have my sights on third.” Once again he moves his hand to my chest, over my camisole, but this time something in my little brain decides it’s okay.
It’s fantastic, as a matter of fact.
“Do you want to move into my room?” I whisper.
Jay smiles, wordlessly stands up, takes my hand, and leads me to my room.
We begin kissing again before we even get to my doorway. “You’re not getting to third,” I assure him.
He moves his hand toward my left breast. “Isn’t Jeff gay?” Jay asks, as his hand and mine meet and wrestle for the umpteenth time.
“Wait. What?” Where did that come from?
Jay kisses my neck, licks my neck, then stares into my eyes seductively. “Your date for the wedding—your old boyfriend. Isn’t he gay?”
“He might be. Why do you ask?”
“Just making sure he’ll be okay with you having your way with me all weekend.”
I’m torn between giggling and slapping him. “What makes you think I’m interested in having my way with—”
Jay breaks my concentration with another fiery kiss. How did he get his hand under my clothes that quickly? “And that he’ll be okay with you coming out to Paris to see me.”
I halfheartedly push Jay’s hand away. “Okay, just because you’re being really cute right now…”
Jay pushes me farther into my room. “Shut up,” he flirtatiously commands.
“Shut up?”
“Yeah. Shut up.”
“I’m not—”
I am silenced by his kiss again.
It’s a really good kiss. One that lasts for several hours.
And, no, I did not have sex with him.
But I sure thought about it. Every minute for several hours.
S EVEN
The time flew by. If it hadn’t, we might have thought through a few things.
Such as avoiding a pounding on my door by Seema around 10:00 A.M .
“Jay, you better not fucking be in there!” she yells through the door.
“I think you may have switched your infinitive and verb there!” Jay yells back jokingly.
Fortunately, we are both still fully clothed (well, relatively) when she bursts in.
“Oh, hell no!” Seema says at the
* * *
I wake up a while later to a soft kiss on my cheek. I can feel the warmth of Jay’s body, and his arms wrapped around me. I turn to him, and he smiles.
“Good morning,” he says to me in the most romantic way.
“Good morning.”
“I missed you,” he says softly, then leans in to kiss me.
And we kiss. And it is amazing. His tongue is playful, but not trying to give me a tonsillectomy. His breath is slightly minty, yet not yet Colgated beyond recognition. His lips are soft and warm.
I have thought about this moment since my freshman year of college. It is at once totally different from I thought it would be, yet amazingly perfect.
We kiss for a while. Ten minutes, an hour, who can say?
At some point, he pulls away from me, smiling. “I’m sorry to wake you,” he whispers softly.
I can feel myself smirk as I lean in to continue kissing him. “No, you’re not.”
He’s not. And neither am I. Until he moves his hand up to my bra area.
As I have no bra on, I jump a foot.
“Do you want coffee?!” I ask, jumping off the couch as if it were on fire. “Or mimosas? We still have a lot of champagne left from yesterday.”
Jay sits up. Seema’s pink blanket drops down to reveal he has pajama bottoms on, but from the waist up he is naked and exquisite. He puts out his hand to me. “No, I’m good. Come back.”
I do, and we kiss some more. “What if Seema wakes up?” I whisper.
“Then you’ll just have to defend my honor.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Despite my fear of getting caught, we continue our makeout session. Every few minutes, his hand moves up toward my chest. I push it down, then he moves down to my underwear. Where I push his hand back up.
“What? Are we in college?” I ask, laughing a little.
“I hope not. In college, you would have never let me get to third.”
“Third? You’re not even at second.”
“I know. But I have my sights on third.” Once again he moves his hand to my chest, over my camisole, but this time something in my little brain decides it’s okay.
It’s fantastic, as a matter of fact.
“Do you want to move into my room?” I whisper.
Jay smiles, wordlessly stands up, takes my hand, and leads me to my room.
We begin kissing again before we even get to my doorway. “You’re not getting to third,” I assure him.
He moves his hand toward my left breast. “Isn’t Jeff gay?” Jay asks, as his hand and mine meet and wrestle for the umpteenth time.
“Wait. What?” Where did that come from?
Jay kisses my neck, licks my neck, then stares into my eyes seductively. “Your date for the wedding—your old boyfriend. Isn’t he gay?”
“He might be. Why do you ask?”
“Just making sure he’ll be okay with you having your way with me all weekend.”
I’m torn between giggling and slapping him. “What makes you think I’m interested in having my way with—”
Jay breaks my concentration with another fiery kiss. How did he get his hand under my clothes that quickly? “And that he’ll be okay with you coming out to Paris to see me.”
I halfheartedly push Jay’s hand away. “Okay, just because you’re being really cute right now…”
Jay pushes me farther into my room. “Shut up,” he flirtatiously commands.
“Shut up?”
“Yeah. Shut up.”
“I’m not—”
I am silenced by his kiss again.
It’s a really good kiss. One that lasts for several hours.
And, no, I did not have sex with him.
But I sure thought about it. Every minute for several hours.
S EVEN
The time flew by. If it hadn’t, we might have thought through a few things.
Such as avoiding a pounding on my door by Seema around 10:00 A.M .
“Jay, you better not fucking be in there!” she yells through the door.
“I think you may have switched your infinitive and verb there!” Jay yells back jokingly.
Fortunately, we are both still fully clothed (well, relatively) when she bursts in.
“Oh, hell no!” Seema says at the
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