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Authors: B. B. Hamel
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really don’t know.”
“I’m not in any rush. I should probably focus on my studying right now, anyway.”
I laughed. “Yeah, it’s almost finals time, isn’t it?”
I shifted my weight and laid down next to her on the grass, my right arm behind my head. She relaxed down on my left side, and I slipped my hand into hers. We looked up at the sky, but the stars were blocked by the city’s lights. It was a large, dark expanse hanging above our heads.
I couldn’t believe I had stopped myself. I really couldn’t believe it. Inwardly, I cursed myself, frustrated that I had pulled back, and pissed that I had let the moment pass.
I was such a fucking pussy.
“Sometimes I wish we could see the sky better,” I said quietly.
“Yeah, me too. It’s probably the worst part of the city, all the light pollution.”
“Also the crime.”
“Yeah,” she said, laughing. “The crime sucks too.”
We lapsed back into a comfortable silence. I felt the warmth of her palm against mine, and breathed deeply the empty night air. I wished we could have extended that moment for longer, maybe not forever, but years at least. I didn’t want forever, because I needed to find out what came next. But I also didn’t want to get up and ride home with things hovering in the odd grey area we had found ourselves in.
“It’s getting late,” Emma said.
I looked toward her. “Yeah, you’re right.”
She let go of my hand and sat up, checking her phone for the time.
“Shit, how is it already 1am?”
I sat up and looked over her shoulder. “Wow, time flies, I guess.”
“Yeah, except I wasn’t having fun.”
“Ouch, that cuts me deep.”
She laughed as she climbed up to her feet. “Come on, rock star. Let’s get going.”
I stood up and smirked at her. “If you’re going to call me that, I’m going to call you my groupie.”
“I’m hardly your groupie.”
“I don’t know, you are throwing yourself at me after my show.”
She smiled and rolled her eyes, and then walked over to grab her bike. I followed, picking mine up, and straddled the frame as she strapped on her helmet.
“I’ll ride you home,” I said.
“You don’t have to.”
“Of course I do, it’s late.”
She didn’t answer, just started pedaling back the way we came. I followed behind her, marveling at her body on the bike. She wasn’t skinny, but she was athletic, strong and sure. I wanted to go back into that garden and grab her hips, feel exactly what her muscles were like when she came. I sensed another erection beginning to stir, and I forced myself to focus on pedaling instead.
We rode back onto the main road through campus then turned left toward Broad. We crossed over toward 15 th , took a quick right turn into a small side street, and finally stopped in front of a red brick building. We weren’t far from campus at all, and the lights from the track still lit our path.
“Home sweet home,” she said, climbing off her bike.
“Need help getting that upstairs?”
“I’m going to lock it out here.” She pulled out her U-lock, took off her helmet, and locked her bike to the stoop’s railing.
“Okay, cool.” She looked around, an odd look on her face. I stepped off my bike, took a step toward her, wrapped my free arm around the small of her back, and kissed her hard. It was a deep kiss, hungry, and I didn’t want it to end. I tasted her mouth and soft lips, and felt her tongue run along mine. Finally, we broke apart, breathing heavy.
“Good night,” I said.
“Good night,” she said back, a little breathless.
I hopped on my bike and, with one more look back at her, I rode off into the night, heading toward my apartment.
Chapter Eight: Emma
“Y ou fucked the professor last night?” Lane nearly screamed in my ear.
“No Lane, we made out.”
I had just finished telling her about what happened after Jim and I left the bar, about the ride through the city, about the hidden garden, and about our kiss. I couldn’t get
“I’m not in any rush. I should probably focus on my studying right now, anyway.”
I laughed. “Yeah, it’s almost finals time, isn’t it?”
I shifted my weight and laid down next to her on the grass, my right arm behind my head. She relaxed down on my left side, and I slipped my hand into hers. We looked up at the sky, but the stars were blocked by the city’s lights. It was a large, dark expanse hanging above our heads.
I couldn’t believe I had stopped myself. I really couldn’t believe it. Inwardly, I cursed myself, frustrated that I had pulled back, and pissed that I had let the moment pass.
I was such a fucking pussy.
“Sometimes I wish we could see the sky better,” I said quietly.
“Yeah, me too. It’s probably the worst part of the city, all the light pollution.”
“Also the crime.”
“Yeah,” she said, laughing. “The crime sucks too.”
We lapsed back into a comfortable silence. I felt the warmth of her palm against mine, and breathed deeply the empty night air. I wished we could have extended that moment for longer, maybe not forever, but years at least. I didn’t want forever, because I needed to find out what came next. But I also didn’t want to get up and ride home with things hovering in the odd grey area we had found ourselves in.
“It’s getting late,” Emma said.
I looked toward her. “Yeah, you’re right.”
She let go of my hand and sat up, checking her phone for the time.
“Shit, how is it already 1am?”
I sat up and looked over her shoulder. “Wow, time flies, I guess.”
“Yeah, except I wasn’t having fun.”
“Ouch, that cuts me deep.”
She laughed as she climbed up to her feet. “Come on, rock star. Let’s get going.”
I stood up and smirked at her. “If you’re going to call me that, I’m going to call you my groupie.”
“I’m hardly your groupie.”
“I don’t know, you are throwing yourself at me after my show.”
She smiled and rolled her eyes, and then walked over to grab her bike. I followed, picking mine up, and straddled the frame as she strapped on her helmet.
“I’ll ride you home,” I said.
“You don’t have to.”
“Of course I do, it’s late.”
She didn’t answer, just started pedaling back the way we came. I followed behind her, marveling at her body on the bike. She wasn’t skinny, but she was athletic, strong and sure. I wanted to go back into that garden and grab her hips, feel exactly what her muscles were like when she came. I sensed another erection beginning to stir, and I forced myself to focus on pedaling instead.
We rode back onto the main road through campus then turned left toward Broad. We crossed over toward 15 th , took a quick right turn into a small side street, and finally stopped in front of a red brick building. We weren’t far from campus at all, and the lights from the track still lit our path.
“Home sweet home,” she said, climbing off her bike.
“Need help getting that upstairs?”
“I’m going to lock it out here.” She pulled out her U-lock, took off her helmet, and locked her bike to the stoop’s railing.
“Okay, cool.” She looked around, an odd look on her face. I stepped off my bike, took a step toward her, wrapped my free arm around the small of her back, and kissed her hard. It was a deep kiss, hungry, and I didn’t want it to end. I tasted her mouth and soft lips, and felt her tongue run along mine. Finally, we broke apart, breathing heavy.
“Good night,” I said.
“Good night,” she said back, a little breathless.
I hopped on my bike and, with one more look back at her, I rode off into the night, heading toward my apartment.
Chapter Eight: Emma
“Y ou fucked the professor last night?” Lane nearly screamed in my ear.
“No Lane, we made out.”
I had just finished telling her about what happened after Jim and I left the bar, about the ride through the city, about the hidden garden, and about our kiss. I couldn’t get
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