We lay side by side and I couldn’t stop staring at her glorious skin. It glowed under the harsh fluorescent lights of the dorm.
She stared at me and I wondered what she saw. If she was as happy as I was in this moment. And then she smiled.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’m just really, really happy. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy. I feel like I’m going to die from it.”
“Well, we can’t have that. No dying.” I ran my hand up and down her side, grateful that she didn’t seem to be one of those girls who wanted to cover up her body the second the sex was over. There was one thing I wanted to ask her about and that was the scar that cut horizontally right around the area of her bikini line. I’d never seen something like that.
“Did you have your appendix out?” I said, running my finger over the scar. It had to be relatively new, because it was still red and not white and faded.
“Uh, no,” she said, taking my hand and removing it before trying to cover herself with the sheet under us.
“Hey, hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed of it,” she said, trying to pull the sheet out from under herself without much success.
“You’re so beautiful, Aud.” Why couldn’t she see what I saw when I looked at her?
My compliment made her smile a little and stop her attempts to cover up.
“You’re not so bad yourself, William.” I liked her calling me by my full name. I hated it when my sister, my mother or anyone else did. But Audrey was the exception.
“I know I'm good-looking,” I said, swooping my hair back dramatically. There was much less to swoop now, but my intention had been to make her laugh and I succeeded.
“You pretend to be cocky, but you’re really not,” she said, running her hands through my hair, fingering the blunt ends from where she’d cut it.
“Oh, so you think you have me all figured out, huh?” I moved until I was propped above her.
“Maybe,” she said, grinning.
“Now who’s cocky?” She stuck her tongue out at me, in a very un-Audrey way.
“That’s it,” I said and leaned down to blow on her stomach.
“Stop it!” She squealed, trying to fold herself up and get away from me.
“Never.” I rolled sideways and started tickling her ribs until she laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe and tears streamed down her face.
“Now who’s the cocky one?” I said, kissing her bellybutton.
“Not me,” she said, gasping and wiping her eyes. “Never again.”
“Say cocky.” I propped my head on my elbow and she turned toward me and mirrored my position.
“Why?”
“Because I like the way your mouth looks when you say ‘cock’.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“I’m not a huge fan of that word.”
“Of what word?” I pretended I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Cock,” she said slowly, drawing it out. Shitfuck. That was one of the hottest things she’d ever said.
“Oh, you like that? What if I say it again?”
“I want you to say it again.”
“Cock.”
“Fuck, Aud. Say that a few more times and I’m going to be hard again.”
“Cock. Cock, cock,” she said, emphasizing different parts of the word each time. Yup, I was officially hard.
“Are you ready to go again?” I said, glancing around for the condoms she’d gotten.
“Ready when you are. Only this time . . . do you think I could be on top?” I stared at her for a second. She’d asked so sweetly, like she wanted an extra scoop of ice cream.
“Fuck yeah, you can be on top.” If I hadn’t been hard from her saying cock, the idea of her on top of me did the trick.
“You don't have to go down on me this time,” she said, running her hands down my chest. “Let me take care of you.” If she did that, then I probably wasn’t going to last much longer. But I’d never had much of a problem getting hard again after sex. What can I say? It’s a gift.
Audrey climbed on top of me, her br**sts and hair brushing my chest as she slinked down my body and took me in her mouth.
Things came from my mouth, unintelligible things, as she moved her head up and down me, her hair draped in front of her face. I moved it away so I could watch her, with her lips wrapped around me. She smiled up at me and I almost came right then and there.
“I want to come inside you, so you’re going to have to stop now, Aud,” I groaned. I was lucky that I could even speak in words. She reached around and grabbed the condom, tearing it open with her teeth before sliding it on me, her face knit in concentration. I had to stifle a laugh, because that was the same look she wore when she was reading one of her textbooks.
She positioned herself above me and slowly slid down on me. When I was completely inside her, she threw her head back and moaned. I grabbed onto her hips as she started moving, but this time she took things slow. Achingly slow.
Her dark eyes looked down on me and I was hit with just how much I loved this girl. So much that I was afraid of it, afraid of her. She possessed me like a goddess from another time. Immortal. So beautiful that she was almost painful to look at.
She moved her hand down to rub the spot right above where our bodies were joined. I was adding watching her masturbate to the list of things I wanted to do with her. The more she moved, the more things I added to the list.
“Oh, God, Will,” she moaned and then she arched above me, her face lighting up with pleasure. My mission in life was to see that look on her face at least five times a day. To give her that feeling.
I came again, just behind her and she leaned on me, both of our chests heaving. Her hair was damp from sweat and it beaded on her forehead.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she said, lifting herself off me, and then cuddling against my chest.
“You’ve never been on top?”
“No. I’m not a virgin, but my sexual experiences are limited.” I was burning to know how much experience she had, but at the same time, it killed me to think of her being with anyone else.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I wasn’t a virgin,” she said, one finger making a circle around my nipple.
“To be fair, I never asked. I just assumed, from what Lottie told me. Or didn’t tell me. Sometimes she doesn’t tell me things, but I just know. You know?”