It was 3 days before Christmas, and I woke up alone. I went to bed with someone, but she was gone. As the clouds in my head were clearing, I heard the toilet flush, and my door quietly opened, then shut, and then I felt her climb naked back into bed, and her cold feet rubbed on my bare legs. And then I felt her tuft of curly hair rub against my hip. Then she snuggled in with a soft, "Mmmm."
I took a deep breath and relished in all the senses since they had come alive. Her hair, which smelled of berries. Her scratchy pubic hair, like a security blanket, rubbing on my hip and leg, making me feel loved. Her perky breasts pressed up against me, feeling soft and firm and warm all at once. Hard nipples, either from the cold or excitement, or both. Her cold feet, reminding me that it was winter. And the feel of the satin sheets she bought for my bed as a Christmas present, reminding me that my cock was starting to come to life as it grew along that fabulous material.
"Whatcha thinkin', Jase?" She asked. She continued to rub her hair on my hip, and she "accidentally" brushed my southern brain, bringing it fully to life.
"Mmm, I was thinking, maybe we should visit each other at Christmas. Are we ready to meet each other's parents yet?"
"Not sure what my parents are doing, but I could probably come over to your place between Christmas and New Year's if you'd like. But honestly, I'd rather just be with you here." Then quickly changing direction, "January 2nd are you gonna help me move my stuff into my new place?"
"All you need is the bed, my dear. And maybe something slutty to wear. But yes, I plan on helping you move."
"Mmmm, wearing something 'slutty' is fun, but I prefer 'nothing at all'."
And lightning quick, she was on top of me, rubbing her lips above my fully hard appendage she seemed to love so much, and seemed headed towards my belly button. "You seem to have terrible aim, dear. I may be huge, but not quite THAT huge," I said in my most braggadocio manner. I wasn't "huge", but she always told me I was "just right" which was how I felt when we were together.
I tried to move my hips to get closer to her sweet spot, but then she quickly jumped up and out of bed, and leaned against the door. "If you're 'SO HUGE', then get me over here, Stud."
As quickly as she had moved, I was even faster than she had been, and was standing in front of her in the blink of an eye, but she knew the routine. We were going to destroy that door someday. She jumped up and wrapped her strong legs around me as I quickly entered her. I pumped and hammered her against the door, both of us being loud and vocal since almost everyone in the apartment complex had gone home for Christmas. And almost embarrassingly quick, I filled her yet again. Second time that night I emptied my load inside her willing body, maybe the hundredth time or more since we started being together.
If she sucked me off or jerked me off or if I fingered her or ate her out, an orgasm left us extremely sensitive; too much so to touch. But when we finished like this, with me inside of her, and she wrapped around me, joined at the hips, we could stay together a long time. I really felt like I could stay inside her like this for eternity.
We were playing with fire. She was on the pill, but unless one of us was sterile, the odds of something slipping past the goalie had to be close.
Later that morning we were both getting cleaned up in the shower together before going our separate ways for over a week, I asked her again, "Would you like to come by my parents' house or have me stop by yours'? It's gonna be over a week before we see each other again?"
"And say what, 'hey, I'm here to fuck your son or daughter? That probably won't go over well."
"Don't you guys have a hay loft or something? When I would help my uncle bale hay my cousin and I always made a fort. Are you saying you never made a nest?"
For some reason that comment went over like a fart in church. "So you fucked your cousin in the hay loft?"
"No, HE and I never thought that sounded fun. I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood. But seriously, I just want to see you. We don't have to be physical. I'd like to meet your parents and also have my parents meet you if we intend to spend more time together. You DO intend on spending time with me, don't you?"
"Yes, Jason, of course. But going home really stresses me out. I just want to get this over so we can come back out here, I can move into my new place, and start over."
"Start over?"
"My own room, my own space, and you..." she replied.
We parted company with a long kiss and headed home. I followed her half way for my two hour trip. She lived about an hour away from college, about halfway between my hometown and our college. I had her address and I let her turn off and gave her about a 15 minute headstart, then looped around to see what her family ranch looked like. But before I got to the ranch I found what looked like her jeep at the neighbor's small house and an open garage with a beat up old truck parked inside. I cruised on by her homestead, but saw no sign of her jeep.
"Well, maybe it was her jeep, maybe not. Maybe I had the wrong address. Who knows, I was just curious," I said to myself. I also realized I must be hungry because I had a gnawing pain in my stomach that I told myself was hunger. And the warning bells going off in my head? I couldn't explain them away so I just ignored them.
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Christmas was fine. Family asked about a girlfriend and I told them the family friendly parts of Darcy I could. And I beamed whenever I thought about her. I briefly talked to her twice, and texted a bit, but never got a chance to see her over break.
I talked with Ryan a little and swung by his parents' house on my way back to college. We spent New Year's Eve at a local bar. My mediocre fake ID worked there, too. But the bartender was a friend of his Dad's so he didn't get carded. He told me Dawn had "moved in" with her grandma several states away, and was going to give their baby up for adoption. He was relieved yet sad. He also never got a chance to talk it over with Dawn since her phone had been disconnected and her Dad wanted to kill Ryan.
"It's for the better, dude. She would have made you miserable. She DID make you miserable. You are not the same friend I met 2 years ago when we moved into that dorm room our first semester. I want him back."
He was hurting, and he was drunk, so it wasn't the best thing to say. And he let me know it. And I was sorry. My pep talk skills needed worked on, but I did love him as a brother and wanted to make him feel better. Eventually I did.
Then it was his turn. "How are things with you and Darcy?"
"Pretty good, I think. I wanted to meet he parents and have her meet mine, but it didn't work. Maybe I will call her tomorrow.
Ryan and Darcy knew each other somewhat in high school. Rival towns and school districts but they did some Future Farmers of America stuff together and he knew more about her than he had told me. He promised we would take a ride tomorrow.
New Year's Day we got up and took a drive. He pointed out a couple of nice ponds and lakes, where he shot his first deer, the open trout stream, went through his town and he showed me the high school, then to Darcy's town. He had me pretty well lost, and we came by Darcy's ranch. "Her parents' ranch. Nice place. See her jeep?"
I looked, "No, but maybe it's inside..."
Then the next farm was what Ryan said was the "hired hand" place. He asked again, "See her jeep?"
I did see the garage was closed this time, but the beater truck was parked outside. He wanted me to connect the dots, but I couldn't. No, I wouldn't connect them. I loved her, and she deserved the benefit of the doubt.
But it is torture when you fear the one you love may be in love...with someone else.
I went home to college on New Year's Day, feeling sick. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring- sunshine, or a blizzard? But I said I would help her move, so I waited to see what would happen.
