I couldn't believe it. Cassie had finally told me that she loved me back. It was like a dream come true.As I drove her home in my trusty Subaru, I couldn't stop smiling. I was so happy to finally know that Cassie felt the same way about me that I did about her. We pulled up to her apartment building, and I walked her to the door. As we said our goodbyes, I leaned in to kiss her, and she met me halfway. I felt a pull deep in my stomach, the same pull I always felt when she kissed me so softly. As she pulled away her eyes looked dreamy, and she bit her lip. I laughed at her, “Am I that good of a kisser?” I teased. She grinned and so did I. “Goodbye, baby.” I said, pulling her into a hug. “I love you!” She whispers to my chest. “I love you too! But I’m a little afraid of Rita, so this is where I leave you.” She giggles and agrees with me that Rita can be pretty scary. She goes inside and I nearly float back to my car.As I drive home I think of my last enco
I was always a runner. From the day I took my first step, I was ready to run. Ready to leap and bound, and fall and get back up, only to run again. Running is the very thing that I do the best and the very thing I can never be the best at.My body was always lean and small, too small for most sports since I only stood 4’11 but that never stopped me from wanting to compete. I was the fastest on my high school track team but I never really got better than that. I always wanted to run in the Olympics but knew even as a teenager that was not something that would happen for me.I was good in school, not straight As but everyone generally knew I was a pretty smart kid and good to bum answers from if you were in dire need.Only now I was headed to college, and boy did I not know what the fuck I signed up for by doing that. Nobody in my family had ever gone to college before me for at least 3 or 4 generations back on both sides and gee it would’ve been nice to have had someone to help me thro
I walked into my first college chemistry class feeling nervous and excited all at once. As I took my seat, I looked around at my nameless classmates and tried to make eye contact with someone, anyone. I wanted to make friends, to find someone to share this experience with.The professor walked in, and I quickly turned my attention to the front of the room. As she began her lecture, I tried to follow along, scribbling notes in my notebook and hoping that I was getting everything right.As the class wore on, I found myself feeling more and more comfortable with the material. I even found myself raising my hand a few times to ask questions, something I never would have done in high school.During a brief break, I struck up a conversation with the tall brown haired boy sitting next to me. He was friendly and easy to talk to, and before I knew it, we were discussing our majors, our favorite TV shows, and everything in between.As the class ended and we all gathered our things to leave, I f
Darren and I didn’t end up doing much studying. He was too much fun to talk to. We found ourselves going on about Gone With the Wind for at least 3 hours before he noticed we hadn’t done any homework. I told him that I would much rather talk about anything other than chemistry. He laughed and put his hand on my thigh in a way too intimate for friends.I felt the urge to wrap my legs around him and kiss him hard and deep and sure. I must have looked at his lips too intensely because the corners of his mouth went up into a smile. He laughed and I felt myself lean forward into it.I knew that it was too much, I knew that I was acting ridiculous. I barely knew this man but things felt so easy with us. He told me about his high school swim team, and how he missed them. He told me about his little sister who had outgrown him, and how frustrating it was to be the little big brother. He told me about his family dog and going swimming on his family’s ranch in Tennessee. He promised me that he
I’m in my bed, lazily sleeping in, when I roll onto Darren. He cradles me softly in his arms and tucks me into his body. I mew ask he strokes my hair and whispers soft words to me, how beautiful I am, how soft my skin is, how sexy the way my back dips in just before my ass. I hum as thick, calloused fingers drag down my long hair until they touch my lower back, bare, warm, his touch feels so soft, but makes my skin hotter than it’s ever felt before. I moan again and he laughs at me.“You have no idea how good I can make you feel”He grins mischievously and the only thing I know for certain is that I cannot wait to find out.“Show me then”I smile at him confident, feeling brave despite my nudity. I crane my neck up and kiss him softly then harder and harder. My hands find his hair as he deepens the kiss and rolls me onto my back. He smiles, mischievous, and presses me into the bed, his hands around the softest area of my stomach, and lowers himself between my legs to start at the plac
I felt all of the blood drain from my face as I stared at the screen. Someone had been in my room. Something must have gone wrong in my brain, because I soon found myself on the floor. I decided I must be dead because there was an angel grabbing me, shaking me. Must be trying to teach me to fly. It felt wrong though, that the angel was crying, I must be doing so bad that I’ve made her job hard, I didn’t want to be a bad student.“I’m sorry, Angel” I manage to say despite the swirling pool of unconscious grasping at my tongue. I tried to stand but the swirling only got worse. I fell into the angel's pretty auburn hair and sighed at the smell of apples.She pulled me through the doorway with her shirt over her nose and kicked the door shut behind us. The fog in my brain quickly began to clear. I shook my head trying to clean the rest out of it and looked into Rita’s panicked eyes. “Was that written in blood?” Rita asked. I only blinked at her in response. There had been no angel dra
I stood in front of the dorm building and shook my body out, hoping it looked like I was just getting ready for a run, and not trying to shake off my anxiety. My palms felt sweaty and my shoes felt too tight to my feet. I was running my finger along the inside of the shoe when the sense of calm that only accompanies one person's physical presence brings me.Darren pulls me into a hug faster than I can stop him. His chest smells beachy and warm, and the soft cotton of his shirt comforts my face. I have already forgotten everything that has happened and I wrap my arms around him too, sighing as he breathes in my hair. It feels too nice to be held by him, and he has to let go of me. I look at his running outfit and shake my head to clear out the fog that fills it everytime he smiles at me. We’re here to run and he could be a psychopath. “Last one to the dining hall has to buy lunch” I say and see a smile take over his face. He was too handsome to make things easy for me.I immediately
He reaches for my hand and grips me softly. His eyes never look away from mine as he steps closer. He leans in and I close my eyes as we finally connect.His kiss heats me up from my stomach. He curls our fingers together and he tilts his chin away from me, keeping our foreheads connected. He sighs and I place my hand on the back of his neck in a familiar way. Only it isn’t familiar to me, I have only touched a man like this in my dreams.My dream of Darren flashes to my mind and I flush, suddenly embarrassed. Darren notices my change and pulls away to look at me, holding my shoulders in place. He scans my face, worried that I’m not enjoying the kiss and sees my blush. He grins and tries to kiss me again but can’t stop smiling long enough to pucker his lips. His laugh pulls one out of me as well, and we stand close enough to kiss again, laughing at each other’s embarrassment. It doesn’t last long though, and we connect again, this kiss feels even sweeter than the first somehow, and my