It wasn't that long ago.
MAKING OUT AT STOPLIGHTS
Three months to be exact. I was sitting in Starbucks doing my studies when in walked a short-pale-black-haired-dark eyes-just-my-type-girl. She was staring at me with these dark piercing eyes and black eyebrows that hung like caterpillars. There was a smirk on her face. Like she knew me. Did she know me?
"You don't remember me." She spoke my name.
I stared blankly. She looked familiar, but I couldn't formulate a name or the placement of her face.
"Katherine." She smiled.
My mind raced, Katherine, Katherine, Katherine. Oh, Katherine! The girl I dated for about three weeks until I found out she liked to sleep in closets. Not to mention she had never kissed a guy. At 22 that was quite a feat. This was Katherine's best friend. I met her at a dinner Katherine prepared; Fried Chicken, Watermelon, Biscuits, Cornbread - I tried not to act offended.
"Oh yes, I remember now. Katherine." I struggled to recall this girl's name. "Courtney." She smirked.
I smirked.
"I'm here to study, mind if I sit here with you, all the tables are full."
We sat in silence for the next 20 minutes pretending to study.
"How is our mutual friend?" I said breaking the stalemate. "She's good. She's dating someone now."
"Good," I grinned.
She grinned.
"We should hang out sometime." There it was. I had put it out there. And now it was lingering out there like a stench.
"Hmmm..." She pondered.
The waiting was worse than the asking.
"I might have to check with Katherine on that one," she purred with a Colgate smile.
Three hours later we had a date. I arrived promptly at 9:45p (15 minutes late). She looked at my wardrobe; jeans, t-shirt, hat. She had bought a black dress.
"I thought it was dressy," she said pouty.
"This is California, nothing is dressy. But you look great, let's go." I grabbed her by the arm and whisked her out.
We had fun. We danced, we watched, we kissed, we drank. It was a connection.
"You know, even though Katherine gave me the greenlight, she had a funny look on her face."
"Sucks to be her." I laughed, pressing my hand onto her bare thigh.
We went home early.
In the car we didn't talk much. Too busy making out at stoplights.
It wasn't until we were in the bedroom half-naked she revealed she was a virgin. Yet I wasn't all that surprised. The surprise came when she rolled on her stomach and asked to be bitten. Curious and intrigued, I obliged.
"Come on, you can do better than that!"
With a challenge like that, how could I refuse. The harder I bit, the more turned on she became. Within minutes she exerted a war cry and went limp. I cuddled up behind, she latched my hand to her breast, and we fell asleep.
In the morning I drove her to her dorm for her Walk Of Shame. We kissed goodbye. It was electric. We kissed again. She looked at me.
She texted the next night, declaring how much she missed sleeping in my bed. The gentleman in me responded/texted, "Get some sleep, you have a final in the morning." (Mistake #1)
The next night...
I'm driving home from work hungry, longing, lonely, "Driving home from work wanna grab a pizza..."
"I'm vegetarian," she texted back.
"They have vegetarian pizzas - lol"
"They do :)"
"I'm driving by the University, do you want me to pick you up..." No response.
In fact, I didn't hear anything from her until the next morning...
"I get bad cell service here at the University," she texted. It was a lie.
"You do like to play games, don't you..."
" I do." She added a smiley face.
"And here I thought we had something special."
"We don't have anything."
I looked at the phone, the sender, the receiver, the day, the date, the text, the time, it was the end; my ego would never allow me to respond.
MAKING OUT AT STOPLIGHTS
Three months to be exact. I was sitting in Starbucks doing my studies when in walked a short-pale-black-haired-dark eyes-just-my-type-girl. She was staring at me with these dark piercing eyes and black eyebrows that hung like caterpillars. There was a smirk on her face. Like she knew me. Did she know me?
"You don't remember me." She spoke my name.
I stared blankly. She looked familiar, but I couldn't formulate a name or the placement of her face.
"Katherine." She smiled.
My mind raced, Katherine, Katherine, Katherine. Oh, Katherine! The girl I dated for about three weeks until I found out she liked to sleep in closets. Not to mention she had never kissed a guy. At 22 that was quite a feat. This was Katherine's best friend. I met her at a dinner Katherine prepared; Fried Chicken, Watermelon, Biscuits, Cornbread - I tried not to act offended.
"Oh yes, I remember now. Katherine." I struggled to recall this girl's name. "Courtney." She smirked.
I smirked.
"I'm here to study, mind if I sit here with you, all the tables are full."
We sat in silence for the next 20 minutes pretending to study.
"How is our mutual friend?" I said breaking the stalemate. "She's good. She's dating someone now."
"Good," I grinned.
She grinned.
"We should hang out sometime." There it was. I had put it out there. And now it was lingering out there like a stench.
"Hmmm..." She pondered.
The waiting was worse than the asking.
"I might have to check with Katherine on that one," she purred with a Colgate smile.
Three hours later we had a date. I arrived promptly at 9:45p (15 minutes late). She looked at my wardrobe; jeans, t-shirt, hat. She had bought a black dress.
"I thought it was dressy," she said pouty.
"This is California, nothing is dressy. But you look great, let's go." I grabbed her by the arm and whisked her out.
We had fun. We danced, we watched, we kissed, we drank. It was a connection.
"You know, even though Katherine gave me the greenlight, she had a funny look on her face."
"Sucks to be her." I laughed, pressing my hand onto her bare thigh.
We went home early.
In the car we didn't talk much. Too busy making out at stoplights.
It wasn't until we were in the bedroom half-naked she revealed she was a virgin. Yet I wasn't all that surprised. The surprise came when she rolled on her stomach and asked to be bitten. Curious and intrigued, I obliged.
"Come on, you can do better than that!"
With a challenge like that, how could I refuse. The harder I bit, the more turned on she became. Within minutes she exerted a war cry and went limp. I cuddled up behind, she latched my hand to her breast, and we fell asleep.
In the morning I drove her to her dorm for her Walk Of Shame. We kissed goodbye. It was electric. We kissed again. She looked at me.
She texted the next night, declaring how much she missed sleeping in my bed. The gentleman in me responded/texted, "Get some sleep, you have a final in the morning." (Mistake #1)
The next night...
I'm driving home from work hungry, longing, lonely, "Driving home from work wanna grab a pizza..."
"I'm vegetarian," she texted back.
"They have vegetarian pizzas - lol"
"They do :)"
"I'm driving by the University, do you want me to pick you up..." No response.
In fact, I didn't hear anything from her until the next morning...
"I get bad cell service here at the University," she texted. It was a lie.
"You do like to play games, don't you..."
" I do." She added a smiley face.
"And here I thought we had something special."
"We don't have anything."
I looked at the phone, the sender, the receiver, the day, the date, the text, the time, it was the end; my ego would never allow me to respond.
