“Live Action Role Playing,” I explain. “Sometimes he brings a beautiful Elvish princess and they get kinky. You can hear it through the walls.”
He snorts as we reach our room, and he unlocks the door. I step inside and walk over to the night stand, turning on the lamp as he shuts and locks the door.
“Can I take you home tomorrow?” he asks. “I’m anxious.”
I peer up at him. “Anxious for what?”
He just quirks a smile. “Everything, I guess.”
He tosses a little box at me, and I reach up, catching it.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Open it.”
I walk to the sink and face the mirror, tearing off the tape. Ripping open the box, I dig out three cassette tapes, and immediately start grinning.
“I found some 80’s music for you I can stand,” he says, coming up behind me as I inspect the new additions to my collection.
“AC/DC,” I read the labels. “Metallica…Beastie Boys.”
I look up at him, and he dips down kissing me. I close my eyes, feeling like I’m dizzy. I wonder how much trouble he went through to find these. I hope it was a lot.
I flick his tongue with mine, the kiss turning heated and strong, and I reach around, clasping the back of his neck, not letting him go.
He sucks in air through his teeth, and I can feel him harden through his jeans.
“Baby, I’ve been all over fucking Virginia,” he pants. “I need a shower.”
“We’ll take one after,” I say, reminiscing about our kitchen table foray two months ago when he wanted a shower first then, too.
I drop the tapes to the counter and press my back into him, moaning.
He kisses me and pulls back just a hair to look into my eyes. “There hasn’t been anyone else since you left,” he tells me.
I blink up at him. “I know. I can’t say the same, though.”
His face falls, and his jaw tenses.
I pin him with regretful eyes. “I missed you, so I had a few drinks on the Fourth of July and had a little tryst with the desk corner in room 108,” I tell him. “It was pretty hot.”
He breaks into a laugh, his body shaking behind me.
I actually didn’t do that, but I felt tempted a few times. When I close my eyes, though, I only see him, and it felt pathetic to masturbate to a guy whom I thought didn’t want me.
So, I’ve been chaste, and now I’m ready to go wild.
Turning me around, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed. Letting me fall back, he pulls his shirt over his head and stares down at me as he unfastens his belt.
All of sudden, though, a very loud and fast pounding hits the wall behind our bed, and shrill moans and whimpers pierce the walls. We both stop and listen as Peter and his princess go at it in the next room, banging their headboard against ours and sending it bobbing back and forth.
His eyes go wide. “Oh, they are loud.”
Yup.
Then he looks down at me, an air of mischief in his eyes. “We can take ’em.” And then he grabs the back of my knees, yanking me down to the end of the bed, and I squeal as he comes down on top of me.
Jordan