March 6, 2003

• After ignoring me all week so we don't fuck up our finals, Brett stopped by unexpectedly this afternoon.  I was camped out in the livingroom alone with all my school stuff when he breezed through the front door at 4:00 pm like a hungry stray tom cat, looking as cute and cool as ever in his black suede fringed jacket and single tiny gold pirate earring.

  
  

  "Mmmm,"  he kissed me passionately. "I've missed you so much!  I was at Dave's [one of his fraternity brother's] today and couldn't stop thinking of you!"

  
  

  Never mind that his abrupt change from doting prince last week to aloof prospect Sunday had me in a tizzy, that he blamed me too much for his mediocre academic progress, overlooking all the extra time with the guys, I could do nothing but return the kiss as we fell back onto the sofa, he on top of me, sending my books thumping to the floor.  Before long his hands made their way under my skirt, moving deftly up and down, up and down my thighs until suddenly he yanked off my panties, spread my legs, and dove beneath.

  
  

  "Mmmm," he breathed, "I've been wanting to do this all day."

  
  

  Delicious wet tingles shot through my lower body.  Man, but could he work away down there.   But, worried someone might walk in on us--my roomies would be coming home for dinner any time now--I just couldn't slip past plateau.  And my mind couldn't clear itself of those other thoughts, whether Brett really cared about me, whether this demanding erotic performance was, in fact, rude.  I was getting numb.  He knew it, too, but kept going.  Finally, I murmured how I couldn't bear the emptiness.  Pulling his head away, I placed him at heaven's gate, giving him what he wanted, cautioning him (as always) to take care.  The firm warmth shoved gratefully within.  It was over in a couple minutes.  Kleenex....

  
  

  Of course, he couldn't stay the rest of the evening, which I could've predicted, judging by his behavior each quarter since we started dating almost a year ago.  There was absolutely no way we could get any serious studying done together with nature calling at the least romantic nuance.  And school came first; without that degree, Brett's future was lost, at least in his realm.  I understood, being it was about the same for me when I got serious about myself.  Scholarships could not always be had, but love could wait.   Better play the whore and keep quiet about the insensitive quickie, at least for the time being.  Actually, Brett was currently the best of the three men in this house.  My roommates boyfriends were louts, so I couldn't complain.

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