“I know,” I said, wiping some hair off his forehead and pressing mine to his. “And just so you know, being your fucktoy is fun. I like it when you’re rough. I like you kinda nasty, just like I like you sweet. You don’t have to hold back that part of yourself to prove you love me. I already know. It’s part of how you love me.”
He smiled, shaking his head. “You couldn’t get more perfect,ma puce. You’re my perfect person.” He paused. “And just soyouknow, no one ever got it as good as I give it to you. You get the special treatment.”
I held his face in my hands and kissed him, Guy groaning softly into our kiss as it intensified. We grabbed at each other again, desperate, until he landed a loud, stinging smack on my ass.
“Looks like you’d better be my good girl and get back on this dick,” he said with a grin.
And I did, riding him with my tits in his mouth, with his hand on my throat, with him driving up into me with both hands using my hips as leverage, until both of us were screaming and gasping for air, his cum falling back out of me. Guy trailed his fingers through the mess.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
I’d gotten on the pill in the fall, both for my awful periods and so Guy and I could not have a kid. My periods remained painful, but not quite as long and heavy as they were without birth control. Blessing in disguise.
We lay in his bed, sticky with sweat and facing into each other. His massive thighs sandwiched mine.
“Everything’s going to be different next year,” I said, worrycutting into my post-sex haze.
“It will. It’s nothing we can’t handle, Birdy.”
“How are you so confident? When you moved away last time, you stopped talking to me.”
“It’s true, but that was for different reasons. I can’t imagine not talking to you every day after the way this year has been,” he said, stroking my hair.
“But I’ll be doing comedy after I graduate. There won’t ever be a time where we’re not both busy.”
“We’ll take it one day at a time.” Guy kissed me.
“Long distance is notoriously hard, Guy-Guy. There’s a reason people fail at it.”
And then he spoke the words that couples the world over said when they really believed it would be different for them.
“But they’re not us.”
Part 3:
The Fall
Chapter 23
Kitty
The summer after freshman year was a lot, to say the least. I got the internship of my dreams at The Tonight Show, rooming with some random fellow interns in some god-awful hole in Manhattan that cost more than a semester at Alden.
The hours were grueling. My friends were the other interns, whether I actually liked them or not. My apartment was basically a place to sleep and that’s it. But I was working toward my dream.
Guy had to go to development camp starting in July, and we wanted to maximize our time together. We didn’t tell my parents, but he moved in with me from the end of school until the end of June, much to the collective chagrin of my four other roommates. We were putting a hurting on that single toilet.
Still, we did our best. Our place was filthy, literally rat and roach-infested. Guy earned his keep by cleaning while we were all at the studio. Other than staying in shape for the season, he didn’t have many responsibilities. As neat as we tried to be, there was no use when my roommates and the other people in our building gave no fucks. Guy turned twenty-one and thus could drink and buy the rest of us booze. He’d sometimes kick trash bags on the street to see if they moved with rats when he was drunk. I hated when he did that. So fucking gross, but he thought it was funny.
“What if I started calling you my City Kitty?” he asked one night while we sat in a park, eating ice cream.
“I’m starting to think you like the actual city kitties more than you like me,” I said, referring to the rats.
“Never. But they are a close second,” he grinned. “My special little friends.”
It was so fucking hot in my room that summer. We didn’t have proper air conditioning. Guy bought me a fan when I moved in, and we slept with cold washcloths covering our naked bodies.
“I can’t believe you want to live in this squalor with me,” I told him late one night. “You’re about to be an NHL player for fuck’s sake.”
