But I’d never told her how that night in her bed made me feel. How it was the most precious night I’d ever had. How it felt insulting to call it just fooling around, because it was so much more to me. How much self-control it took not to let her finish the job with me, but I wanted to go slow. I wanted her to feel good when we did that again. I wanted her to really want me, not just feel like she owed me one.
I didn’t tell her how being with her made me think it was time for us to try.
Fuck. I had my work cut out for me.
* * *
About an hour before we had to go get on the bus to go to Yale the next day, my phone rang. Heather Gatto flashed on my screen. I panicked, thinking something was wrong with Kitty and she was calling to tell me.
“Heather? What’s wrong?” I answered in a rush.
Heather’s warm voice filled the line. “Oh, nothing’s wrong, babe. Why do you sound like that? You alright?”
“Oh, yeah, Mrs. Gatto. I’m fine. I just thought maybe you were calling about Kitty.”
“Why? Something wrong with her?” Heather asked, surprised.
“No. No. I just saw her yesterday. I think she’s fine,” I said, trying to calm my voice.
“Good. Well, Guy, do you have plans for Thanksgiving?”
“Actually, I don’t. I usually stay on campus.”
“I’ve got a better idea. We waited too late to book a flight for Kitty, so we rented her a car. She’ll be driving back and we’d love it if you came with her. Stay a few days, then you can go back together. We’d come get you but we’re driving to Michigan to pick up Frank.”
I hadn’t talked to Kitty since the night before when she told me off.
“Does Kitty know?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, she told me to call you so you wouldn’t think she was making it up,” Heather said with a laugh. “It’s a long drive, but you two are getting to be two peas in a pod again. Road trip with your old buddy!”
Did Kitty actually want me to go home with her for the break? It didn’t sound right given how she and I talked the night before, but I was glad for any chance to spend more time with Kitty.
I laughed nervously. “Yeah. Really fun. Um, yeah, that sounds great. Count me in. Thanks for the invite, Mrs. G.”
Chapter 15
Kitty
“You did what?” I seethed. I was on the phone with my mother.
“Yeah, Guy said he’d love to come! He’s looking forward to the road trip with you,” Mom said. “I told him it was your idea.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Mom!”
“What? Are y’all not friends anymore or something?”
I really didn’t want to get into it.Well, Mom, he came over when I was on myperiod and rubbed my clit until I came, but notuntil after he felt me up, dry humped me alittle bit, and let me feel his mostly-naked bodyand seemingly monstrous cock. But then he ran off likethe room was on fire and acted like I wasthe weird one for thinking that was a bad response.
“No, we are. I just wish you’d asked me first.”
The following Wednesday morning Guy waited for me on the bench outside my dorm. I busted out the door, wrestling my too-big suitcase in the snow.
“Let me get it,” he said cheerfully. “Wanna get a Dunkin? My treat!”
So this was how he was going to play it. The “nothing happened” card.
We rode the bus to the car rental place, and somehow got the car without incident despite us both being under twenty-five. God only knows what sorcery Mark Gatto worked to make sure we could get home. We ended up with a cheap four-door sedan with a suspicious odor to it.
