She types into my phone again.In a few weeks there’s an oral exam in my Digital Studios class. It’s just a presentation.
“Annie—are you going to do it? You should.” I bear into her, pleading.
I’m afraid.
Afraid. I let the word swill around my mind for a minute. I didn’t fear much until I lost my brother. It takes losing something that’s vital to your life to put you in that position to begin with.
I borrow the phone from her.You said you’d help me hop back on a bike. You do this, and I’ll take you for a ride after. In fact, I’ll come and stand by the door. Cheer you on. I’ll be your biggest supporter.
I’d like that.She cringes a little before taking the phone back.The idea of speaking to a room full of my peers is hard enough, but with you there, I’ll be that much more self-conscious.Something in her loosens.I’ll do it.
“Yes.” I pull her in and hold her a good long while before responding.I’m so proud of you, Annie. I know you’re going to kill it.
A quiet laugh drifts from her.It will be the shortest speech known to man. Thank you by the way.
I hold my hand out and shrug as if to sayfor what?
For being there for me unconditionally. And…for what we’re about to do next.
I offer a tight squeeze, subtracting any space between us before reaching for the phone.
You can thank me when it’s over.I pull the blanket back just enough and glide my hand up and down her body. “Because it’s far from over.” I pause a second looking at her before typing in one last message.I want you to know that I hate the idea of anyone being cruel to you, Annie. I may not have been there in the past, but I’m here now and I’ll do whatever I can to keep that from happening.A part of me wants to add that I know about the girl who tripped her, the same one that smothered my face in her tits tonight. I want to tell her that she shouldn’t let her brothers treat her like a second-class citizen, but I don’t want to drag any of those people into this bed with us. Instead I land my lips onto hers and move over her like a love song. I race my tongue down her neck, down her chest and lap over her perfect nipples. I float down to her belly button, dropping off a kiss before diving down to my final destination. My mouth settles over her wet slick, and I love her right there, love the fact she’s writhing beneath me, love the way she’s tugging the shit out of my hair. I tongue Annie for hours but can’t seem to bring it home for her. Annie pulls me up, laughing with a hint of sadness at the same time.
“It’s me,” she whispers. “My body is silly.”
“We’ll get you there.” Eventually. I feel terrible that I wasn’t able to do that for her.
A dull grin rides up my cheek as I pull her moist chest to mine.
Practice makes perfect. And I intend to practice a hell of a lot.
Annieand I make love well into the morning. I make sure my lips become acquainted with every nook and crook that her body has to offer, and Annie returns the favor. Annie tastes like powdered sugar, soft and buttery, sweet as Christmas morning. I don’t see how she can ever leave my bed again. All kinds of crazy thoughts sail through my mind, like the fact I can drive her to Whitney so she never has to go back to her dorm again. A dull smile comes and goes. I’m sure her brothers will love that idea. My arms float over her waist, and I pull her in from behind. My hard-on is already ripe to greet her. I try to fall back asleep, but the sun sizzles over my lids and demands I stay the hell up. I keep meaning to find a damn curtain for that window.
Annie groans, and I hear it, her beautiful voice strumming through her vocal cords. I kiss her cheek softly as she rolls into me.
“Morning,” she whispers. Her eyes are half opened. Her hair is rumpled, her makeup smudged just enough, and she takes my breath away. Annie is sheer perfection 24/7, and this, right here, just proves my point.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I kiss her temple. I’m not sure if she saw my lips, but I couldn’t help myself. “Don’t move.” I reach over, grab a condom and roll it on. I push in from behind nice and slow. I’m sure she’s sore as hell from last night. Annie tucks her hips into my stomach, and I go for it. My hands cup her chest, and Annie and I say good morning with our bodies in the best way possible. Every now and again she gives a moan like a dove being released from a box trap. I’m still waiting for something tangible like my name, an entire sentence just for my ears only. I’d take afuck offat this point. Anything would be a gift. I reach around and try to bring her there with me, but Annie’s body isn’t having it. I’m starting to feel greedy coming on queue, and here she is just along for the ride.
“Want to hit the shower?” I nod to the bathroom as my hand glides over the curve of her hip.
“With you?” she mouths.
“Yes, with me. But if you’d rather go at it alone, I totally get it.”
She shakes her head. “Let’s go.” She gives it in a heated whisper.
We head on in, and I get the water going, pulling Annie’s naked body to mine once the temperature is nice and warm.
“You should never wear clothes.”
“Youshould never wear clothes,” she whispers. I’m beginning to admire her tenacity in refusing to use her voice box.
“We’ll cause a scene wherever we go,” I mouth.
“We should always cause a scene,” she whispers, pulling me into the heated stream. I watch as she bends her head back and slicks her hair to her skull. Water trails off her creamy skin. It beads off her supple and alive. Each bead its own magical universe with Annie as the nexus, the giant sun in this watery solar system. I can’t look away.
I’ve showered with girls. Hell, I’ve done most everything with girls, but everything with Annie is like the first time. This feels new. This feels beautifully raw and amazing. Water melts over her skin, her lips, her face and I kiss her wet mouth, dip my fingers back inside the warmth of her body where they’ve found their new home. I try again to bring her to the next step this time with my hand, but after a while Annie gently pushes me away with a mournful smile. I get it. I’m not bringing her closer to a climax, I’m just making her sore. Crap. I need to fix this. My ego can only take so much. I’d take back every orgasm I’ve ever gifted any other girl just to give one to Annie.
