by M. E. Nesser
The second week of school, I found out that I had a match in Philadelphia. It was a two-day event, so we had to spend the weekend there. I called Katie and asked her if there was any way she could meet me there. She shrieked with excitement. The team was driving there Friday night. There were matches all day Saturday, and if we did well, we would be in the championships on Sunday. Philadelphia was about halfway between our schools, so it was perfect. I gave her the name of the hotel and told her to get a room; I had to share one with one of my team members. Fortunately, we’d both made some decent money over the summer. Both of us were able to secure paid internships, which was awesome. We could afford to do things like this.
I couldn’t wait for that Friday to come. I missed Katie so badly; we’d talk on the phone for hours at night. Our cell phone rules had changed. Now, long distance didn’t cost any extra. I’d never felt so committed to anyone in my whole life. Our relationship definitely felt like it was back on track.
Katie had an afternoon class on Friday so she said she’d meet me at the hotel after dinner. We planned for her to leave a message at the concierge with her room number. I felt more confident than ever that this long-distance thing could really work.
The team went to a diner as soon as we landed in Philadelphia. When we checked into the hotel, our coach gave us our schedule for the next day, along with our room keys. I walked over to the concierge and asked if there was a message for me. He handed me an envelope with my name on it. I thanked him and walked to an area by myself to read it. “Naked in room 412” was all it said. I could feel my body start to twitch. I needed to dump my bag in the room I was assigned to and go find Katie.
I felt shy walking up to her room. We’d never had sex in a hotel room, and I was super excited. I tapped on the door.
“Who is it?” my angel cooed.
“Oh my God, Katie, open the door. I’m dying out here.”
She opened the door, hiding behind it. She was naked. Completely naked, and oh, so beautiful. I closed the door and picked her up in my arms. I ravished her mouth like a starving man. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. It had been almost three weeks, and I needed this girl like I needed air to breathe.
I set her down and stared into her eyes.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I said.
“Stop talking, B. Take your clothes off,” she demanded.
She helped lift my shirt off and then started to undo my belt buckle. When I undid my zipper, she reached into my boxers and released me. I stood there with a huge hard-on sticking out of the front of my pants. She was looking into my eyes and rubbing me lovingly. I was mesmerized.
I was surprised and thrilled when she dropped to her knees and started to kiss me. She started with delicate kisses that teased me and made me crave more. I didn’t even realize she was pulling my jeans down as she kissed me. Before I knew it, I was standing there stark naked.
The kissing turned to licking. I didn’t think I would ever be able to watch Katie eat an ice cream cone or a sucker after watching her lick me. She licked the tip. She licked the sides. She even tilted her head and licked my balls. I didn’t have much restraint left. This was torture.
“You’re driving me crazy, Kitten. I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” I said in a raspy voice.
“We have all night, B. Don’t hold back. I want to suck every ounce of come out of you. I’ve been dreaming of sucking you off,” she admitted.
Then she put her mouth around as much of me as she could take in and started to suck with ferocity. My girl had a purpose. She wanted me to explode in her mouth, and I planned to do just that. It didn’t take long at all.
“Oh, Katie, here it comes. That feels so good. You have the most beautiful mouth. Holy shit, harder. Suck it harder,” I begged.
And, boy, did she suck it. I came so hard and so long. It was amazing. She sucked every last drop out of me. I was so focused on her mouth that I hadn’t even realized she’d been playing with my balls the whole time. She blew me away, in more ways than one.
I reached down and helped her stand up. I kissed her mouth lovingly and said, “Thank you. That was perfect. Now it’s your turn.”
I picked her up and laid her on the bed. I spread her legs and asked her to bend her knees. I nestled my head between her legs and planned to return the favor. I started with slow kisses, just like she had. Her scent was so strong and so intoxicating. It was a smell of arousal that I wished I could bottle. I kept up the gentle kisses as she wiggled her hips, begging for more.
Then I started to lick her like I was licking a dripping ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Ice cream would never taste the same. Nothing tasted as good as Katie’s body did. I massaged her ass as I licked her, feeling her frustration. She needed more. She needed me to be aggressive, so she could find her release.
I slid my fingers inside her. She was so wet and so ready for me—I could feel my body get harder and harder. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to be ready to go again. She started to whimper, and I knew it was time to put her out of her misery.
I put my entire mouth over her and started to suck with as much conviction as she’d sucked me. I still had two of my fingers inside her, and she writhed and moaned and begged for more and then came hard and long. It was priceless. I loved eating her. It was the sexiest thing ever.
When her body finally calmed down, I started licking all of her juices. Her juices were such an aphrodisiac. I slowly crawled up her body, kissing her and memorizing every square inch of her delectable body.
As I approached her mouth, she lifted her head and urged me to kiss her. I think her juices turned her on as much as they did me. We continued to kiss until I knew I couldn’t take anymore.
I reached between her legs and separated her folds. Katie was more than ready for me. I didn’t want to rush her, since she had just had an amazing orgasm, but I didn’t think I would last very long.
“I need you, Kitten. Are you ready, or do you need a minute?” I asked her.
“I need you now, B. Please hurry. I need you inside of me. Don’t hold back. I need to feel you.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I guided myself into her until I was all the way in. Katie grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her midsection. That was all it took. I thrust into her faster and faster. She begged me to be rougher with her. I didn’t need much encouragement. I wanted to impale her with every ounce of my being. I loved this woman. I wanted to brand her as mine. I couldn’t get enough of her body, and she made it blatantly obvious that she couldn’t get enough of mine. We slammed against each other with such intensity that it sounded like we were trying to break each other’s bodies. The harder I pushed, the louder she screamed. It didn’t take long for either of us to lose ourselves in one another. As she screamed my name and her body started to spasm, I lost it. I came long and hard. It was pure heaven.
I spent the entire night with her. I called the guy I was rooming with and told him that my girl had a room and I’d be staying with her. I asked him to keep it on the down low, and he was cool with that. I returned to my room an hour before the coach came to wake all the guys up. When he knocked on the door, I answered him. He never knew I’d spent the night with Katie.
We kicked ass in the tournament and were asked to stay another night. That was the best news ever. After dinner, we were sent back to our rooms to go to bed early. After the coach checked in on us, I went back to Katie’s room. We had another night of heaven. I was so happy that she’d made the trip to Philadelphia. And, to make the weekend even better, we won the tournament.
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I couldn’t go more than about two weeks without Bryce. I decided that I would drive to Georgetown, or to wherever he had his latest squash tournament, whenever I could. The tournaments were fun. We both loved hotel sex—clean sheets every night, along with the chance to be alone in a new and private space. It was such a turn-on to have sex in hotel rooms.
It was impossible for Bryce to co
me visit me, but I didn’t care. I loved this guy more than life itself, and I didn’t mind driving to see him. I never had to drive more than about six hours, so it really wasn’t a big deal. We saw each other every two or three weeks, which was perfect. When I saw him, we could never get enough of each other. We were never satiated. We screwed each other’s brains out, and we were never happier. There were still two years of college left, but we were confident we could figure out a way to make our relationship work.
By our senior year, we had mastered our long-distance relationship. We saw each other every couple of weeks, and our emotional commitment continued to grow. We talked about the future. We talked about our future careers. We even talked about marriage and children. It all seemed so simple. And it was.
As our senior year approached, it was time for each of us to apply to graduate school. Bryce needed his masters in accounting, and he said that he really wanted to stay at Georgetown. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go to law school. Yale would have worked, but I wasn’t sure that was where I wanted to be. I’d been accepted into the program, but I wanted to move closer to Bryce. I had applied to about a dozen different law schools and was waiting to decide where I would be going next year; it depended on where he was going.
One Friday afternoon in the middle of March, when Bryce didn’t have classes, he drove up to see me. When I got out of my afternoon class, I met him back at my apartment. He was lying on my bed with his hair all messy and those dreamy eyes scanning me from head to toe. I jumped on top of him and started kissing him passionately.
“Hold on, Katie. I have something to tell you, and it can’t wait. It’s actually why I drove up here this weekend. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone—it was too important.”
Holy crap, what the hell was going on? Was he breaking up with me?
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Even though I went to Georgetown and had decent grades, it didn’t mean I’d get into every master’s program I applied to. Accounting was a competitive field, and I wanted to go to the best place possible. My goal was to get into Yale. It was a kickass program, and I’d be able to live with Katie. I didn’t tell her I’d applied, though—it would have been so embarrassing if I didn’t get in. But I did!
“What is it?” Katie pleaded, “You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t look worried, Kitten, it’s good news,” I assured her.
“Spit it out, B, you’re killing me here!” she yelled.
“Guess where I’m going to grad school?” I asked her.
“You already got in someplace? That’s amazing, B! Where are you going?”
“Guess,” I said.
“I don’t know. Princeton, Georgetown? Oh, for Christ’s sake, just tell me!” she begged.
“Yale,” I said quietly.
“Yale? Did you just say Yale? I didn’t even know you were applying here. That is freaking amazing, B. That sure makes my decision easier. We can live together. I love you so much! I can’t believe it!” She paused. “You didn’t just do this for me though, did you?”
“It’s the best program in the country right now. I didn’t want to disappoint you if I didn’t get in. Since I did, though, maybe we could start looking for an apartment near campus. We can move in together this summer,” I suggested.
“You have made me the happiest girl in the world. Now I can let the college know I’m staying here for three more years. This is the best day ever!”
Then the talking stopped. We ripped our clothes off frantically as we kissed. I could feel Katie’s excitement like never before. “If we’re going to school together, let’s celebrate by coming together,” she said.
She sat on top of me and slammed her hips down. She usually took her time putting me inside of her, because I was pretty big, and she was pretty small. Having her tightness surround me in one quick movement felt incredible. She braced her hands against my chest, riding me hard and fast. I screamed her name at the exact moment she screamed mine. It was pure euphoria.
When the spasms finally subsided, she laid down on me, still breathing hard. Her skin was sweaty and flushed. I pushed her hair away from her face. She was so beautiful. I told her so. She rubbed my chest as I rubbed her back. We felt each other’s heartbeats. Words weren’t necessary. Soon we would be living together, and she would be mine forever.
We found a great apartment and moved in over the summer. Our parents were totally cool with us living together. I had assured my folks that I was planning to marry Katie as soon as I graduated from school and secured a job. I had always made sensible decisions, and my parents knew how serious I was about my relationship with her. Katie’s parents thought it was a good idea that we “played house” first. They said it was good to make sure you could live with someone before you got married.
The next two years flew by. School was hard for both of us, but living together made it so much better. We would sit at the kitchen table and study together for hours, saying nothing. It didn’t matter. We were together, and that was the only thing that was important.
During my last semester, I was offered an internship in New York City, with a really prestigious accounting firm. If I did well at their company, I would have a good shot of getting a job there. I had a good friend from Georgetown who already worked and lived in the city, so I stayed with him during the weekdays and spent the weekends back at our apartment in New Haven. The city wasn’t far from Connecticut, but my days were long, and it just made more sense if I didn’t commute every day. It also gave Katie more time to study so we could enjoy our weekends.
Before the semester was up, one of my managers came into my cubicle and asked me how I liked working at the company. I told him that I loved it and was hoping to be offered a position there. He chuckled and said he was hoping I’d say that. He told me they were impressed with my ambition and focus. If I wanted, I could start working full time starting in June.
Later that day, I met with HR and filled out all the paperwork. The starting salary was great, and even the benefits were good. I signed what seemed like a million forms, looking forward all the while to getting back to our place and telling Katie.
Then I had a better idea. I called Katie and asked her if she was interested in taking the train into the city on Friday afternoon so we could have dinner in one of our favorite places in Manhattan. I told her that after dinner we could get a room for the night. She said I sounded suspicious; she wanted to know what was up. I just told her that we had been so busy with work and school lately that I wanted to do something different for the weekend. My internship was paid, so I had money. I wasn’t a starving college student anymore. I told her that someone at work had told me that Avenue Q was closing soon, and I wanted to see it before it left the area. That cemented her decision to join me in New York City for the weekend.
I secured a room near Times Square and met her at the train station around 4:30 p.m.; we both finished early on Fridays. She looked radiant as she stepped off the train, and I was filled with love. She dropped her backpack on the pavement and jumped into my arms. We hugged and kissed and laughed. It seemed like it had been forever since I’d last held her.
We took a cab to the hotel to check in and dump off her bag. She’d brought a few things for me so I didn’t have to lug them to work that day. It was hard keeping my hands off of her, but I wanted to go to dinner and still make the show. I couldn’t wait to share my news with her. We were always so supportive of each other. I knew she would be just as psyched as I was.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, she gave me that look that I knew so well.
“Calm down, Kitten. We have dinner reservations,” I told her.
“C’mon, just a quickie,” she pouted.
“Nope. We have plans. Let’s go,” I said without much conviction.
“You are such a buzz kill, Bryce Collins,” she teased me.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I assured her.
We grabbed a cab and went to the restaurant. After we o
rdered, I told her I had something important to tell her.
“Then spit it out, big guy. I knew something was up,” she said.
“I’ve accepted a position with Financial K, and I start in June,” I beamed.
She jumped out of her chair, came around the table, and kissed me hard on the lips.
“I’m so proud of you, B. That’s the best news ever,” she said to me.
“It’s an incredible offer. One of the reasons I wanted you to come to the city this weekend is because I want you to help me find an apartment and celebrate. I called a few people today, and I have a mess of appointments to look at places tomorrow. I want you to help me make a decision. New York City is expensive, so I picked places a little ways out that are close to the train. I don’t mind a commute. Apartments are just so damn expensive that I don’t want to spend all of my salary on a place to sleep.”
“I’m thrilled to help. Fingers crossed we find a place!” she beamed.
We looked at seven apartments and finally agreed on one of them. I gave the landlord the security deposit and signed the lease. I was moving in on June 1, and work started a few days after that. It was perfect.
My parents said I could store my vehicle at their house in Connecticut, since you can live in New York City easily without a car. Katie and I knew that this meant another year of living apart, but we vowed to see each other as often as possible on the weekends.
We were on a constant high all weekend. We had sex more times than I could count. I was sorry to see her leave Sunday night, but I was excited that we were one step closer to being together forever.
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Bryce started his job that summer, and I took an internship at a law firm in New Haven so I could stay at my apartment and not move home with my parents. We saw each other on the weekends, and the summer flew by.
I wasn’t able to go to the city more than one weekend a month, because my final year was so demanding. He’d come see me every couple of weeks, and our relationship was still great, even with the distance.
