Kim avoids making eye contact. Instead she stares at my chest as she speaks.
Kim: This damn rain is going to ruin my party. I don’t think anyone else is coming.
I can see that she’s disappointed about the rain and it’s effect on her party, but all I can concentrate on is keeping myself under control. All I want to do is kiss her, but I know that if I do, I might not be able to stop. I’m determined to let her take the lead. So, I manage to say a few words that I hope she finds comfort in…
Kim didn’t respond to my little attempt at a joke. I’m glad she didn’t because after I said it, I realized that it wasn’t very funny. Instead she hugged me.
Kim: I’m glad you came.
Came? A word like that with more than one meaning is not the type of word I need to hear right now. I can feel my blood pressure increase as her sun tattoo presses against my mid section. Even though I know it’s just my imagination, but in my mind…for just a moment her sun comes alive; instantly warming up every part of me that it makes contact with. Is she trying to drive me nuts? Feeling her skin pressed against mine is more than I can handle. I have a hard time keeping myself together. I’m forced to push her away from me a little…
As soon as I see her, I know that it’s more than about seeing her in a swimsuit. I really like this girl and there’s no way I’d ever reduce her to just boobs and ass. Everything about her is beautiful. I’m almost speechless, but I manage to find enough wit to attempt to make a joke out of the situation.
Laurence: So, is this really a party or your way of getting me to come into your bedroom half dressed?
This day just keeps getting better and better. Not only do I get to see Kim in a swimsuit…but she’s in her bedroom, so I can enjoy it in private. Just thinking about it gets me excited…but then I start wondering if these thoughts are disrespectful or if they make me somewhat of a perv. It’s tough to be a guy sometimes.
By the time I arrive at the Sorority house, I realize how tired I am. I’m not really up for a party, but there’s no way I’m passing up a chance to see Kim in a swimsuit. When I get there, i don’t see anyone but her roommate.
Laurence: Where’s Kim?
Kim’s Roommate: Not sure, check her bedroom. It’s up the stairs, third door on the right.
I leave class feeling relieved…none of my professors seemed to care about my protest. Then I receive a text from Kim inviting me to a pool party at the Sorority house. This is not my coolest moment…I’m glad no one was around to witness how excited I got.
Well, Chris has officially killed any chance of me reliving the images from my dreams. Now all I can think about is getting in trouble in class for organizing that protest. Hopefully my professors will be understanding.