I understand the need for Baylor to concentrate on her studies. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less when I hear from someone, usually Karen, that she and Asswipe were seen at Starbucks, or the library, or even at her dorm. I know they’re friends and he helps her study a lot as, apparently, I’m too ‘distracting.’ And of course, I’d be a total dick to say anything after our blowout a few weeks ago. But, dammit, we only have a few weeks left before we’ll be apart for six weeks. You’d think she’d want to spend every waking minute with me. There are times I convince myself that she’s pulling away from me since our fight. But then when we’re together, even if it’s just for a few hours, she gives me her undivided attention and makes me feel like the most important person in her life—like the only guy left on earth even. It’s those times I try to remember when I’m feeling like I am right now, which is pretty much like the whiney pussy-whipped douche that I am.
The thing is, school has always come pretty easy for me. I never really had to hit the books hard like most students. Even though Bay is almost a straight-A student, she has to put in a shit-ton of effort to do it. So even thinking of taking her away from her studies, more than I already have, makes me feel like a selfish bastard. So while she’s off studying with Asswipe or one of her other friends, I’m at the library immersing myself into researching film production jobs and what it takes to land a good one. I know I still have two more years of school, but I need to make absolutely sure I can give Bay the life she deserves without having to accept handouts from the congressman.
My dad’s not very happy with me right now. I explained that instead of interning with his office when I return from Brazil, I’ll be heading to Connecticut for a few weeks. He’s not supporting that decision, but he doesn’t have to. I’m twenty years old, I’ve earned a damn fine scholarship and I have a small trust fund from my dad’s older sister. He could cut me off completely and I’d still get by, although Mom would never allow it.
I still haven’t told him about switching majors. It’s not a conversation I intend on having with him until graduation if I can help it.
So, even though he fought me tooth-and-nail, I went ahead and secured my plane ticket to New York City that departs two days after I return from Brazil. I haven’t told Baylor yet. She knows I want to visit her, but she has no idea I’ve planned it all out, and I’m sure she won’t expect that I’ll stay for two weeks. I ran it by her dad of course, when I called to ask which hotel I should stay in. He wouldn’t have it. Said I’d stay in the guest room as long as I respected his rules.
I can’t wait to tell her this weekend. We have a whole day planned right before finals week. No school, no studying, no Karen or Asswipe—just us. She’s agreed to a sleepover. We haven’t had one since spring break for one reason or another and it’s been pure torture. She’s been hitting the books hard these past few weeks, and is rewarding herself with ‘Gavin Day’—her words not mine. She can call it whatever the hell she wants as long as it means I will have her to myself for twenty-four amazing hours.
My phone vibrates and I smile when I see the text.
Baylor: Whatcha doin’?
Me: Research. You?
Baylor: Taking a break from the final paper in my creative writing class.
Me: Sounds thrilling.
Baylor: Not as thrilling as say . . . running my fingers down your strong body and reaching them inside your jeans to grab you . . .
My pants get tight and I quickly glance around to make sure nobody notices. Nobody does, of course. They are all too busy studying for their finals to pay me any attention.
Me: Are you sexting me, darlin’?
Baylor: Do you want me to sext you?
Me: Hell yeah! But I’m not entirely sure how smart that is right now considering I’m sitting in the library.
Baylor: Do you want me to stop?
Me: Absolutely not! Tell me what you were gonna grab.
Baylor: I was going to grab you, Gavin.
Me: Say it, Bay. I want to see you text the words to me.
Complete radio silence. I contemplate telling her I’m joking, but I give her a few more seconds to see if she’ll really do it.
Baylor: I want to grab your cock and stroke it just like you showed me.
Holy shit! I re-read it to confirm my girl really texted the word cock. I won’t be able to move for a while. I’m stuck to the chair with a rapidly growing hard on. I hope there’s not a fire drill.
Me: Do you know how hard you just made me, darlin’?
Baylor: No, I don’t. But you could show me.
Show her? What the hell, does she want me to take a picture of it? Before I can respond, my phone vibrates again.
Baylor: Look behind you, Gavin.
I turn around as much as I can without revealing my . . . situation, and I see my beautiful blushing girlfriend sitting at the table directly behind me. I quietly laugh and shake my head, then I tap out a text.
Me: Got 20 minutes? Okay, maybe 30.
Baylor: Just. What do you have in mind?
Me: Go to the 3rd floor, find study carrel 39 – it belongs to the soccer players. I have a key. Wait there. Give me a few minutes to follow. Once inside, you can grab all the cock you want.
I hear an audible gasp behind me and I know she’s read it.
Baylor: R u serious?
Me: As a heart attack, darlin’.
Baylor: How many others have you taken there?
Me: It’ll only be you, Bay. It’ll only ever be you.
Baylor: K. Meet you there in 5 :-)
My day just got a whole lot better.
When I come around the corner for our Wednesday morning run and see Baylor, she instantly turns red. Since yesterday’s Film Studies class was cancelled, it’s the first time I’ve seen her since we violated the study carrel two days ago.
If I ever need a memory to get me through our six weeks apart, it’ll be of her sitting on the desk—legs spread wide for me as I feasted on her under the fluorescent lights of the small private room. I didn’t have a condom with me, but we took care of each other in every other way possible. She said it was the best study break she ever had. See—King-fucking-Kong.
She covers her flushed face with her hands, and as a result, I can barely hear the cock-twitching giggle behind them.
“Mornin’, darlin’.” I pull her into a hug.
“Morning,” she replies. “I still can’t believe we did that, Gavin.”
“Hey, everyone should have some kind of sexual escapade at least once in the library during their college career,” I say. “At least we were in the locked study carrel and not the stacks like some people.”
She looks appalled that some students would really do that. I nod my head at her to assure her it’s true.
“Oh, so it was all about the ‘college experience’,” she says, using air quotes.
“Hell no, it was about the ‘Baylor Experience’,” I say. “I’ll take you anywhere and any way I can get you. That’s a right good fact, darlin’.”
I belatedly notice that she looks tired today. More so than usual at this early hour. She has dark circles under her eyes and I could swear she’s lost weight. “Bay, are you sure you’re not spreading yourself too thin? Maybe you should cut back on some of your responsibilities.”
She glares at me. “Which would you have me do, Gavin, quit my job or disappoint the kids at the hospital?”
Based on the look she’s giving me right now, I’m not sure there is a right answer. So I do what any guy would do in my situation. I shut up about it.
“Tell me again exactly what you do at the children’s hospital?”
“I started out reading to the kids. Sometimes in a group and sometimes at their bedside if they’re too weak to move to the common area. But then I began telling them stories and they really seem to like that. Every time I go in, they get excited, asking me what’s going to happen next.”
I study her for a beat. “Maybe you should write books. It’s obvious you have a great imagination.”
She laughs. “I could never be a real writer, Gavin. Well, more than newspaper articles and stuff.”
“You’ll never know unless you try,” I say. “I mean, you didn’t know that you could give a killer blow job until you tried, now did you?”
As her face turns three shades of red, I grab her hand and pull her along to start our run. I try to enjoy every minute of it as I know it’s one of our last for a good while. She’s missed some in the last few weeks, claiming she was simply too tired from studying so late. I had to bite my tongue every time to keep from asking her if she was up late with Asswipe. I’ll do anything to keep from fighting with her again, even live in denial if I have to. And denial has become part of our normal routine these days. Since our fight, neither of us will mention Karen or Chris, and if we happen to be with them during a text or a call, we simply say we’re with friends. We both know we’re doing it. It’s an unspoken rule. But sometimes I wonder if it’s the right thing to do or if we are simply putting off something we inevitably will be forced to deal with.
We’re slowing down and approaching her dorm when she asks, “Will you still run with me when you’re in Brazil?”
I smile at the fact that she’s brought it up. I’ve been waiting to see if she would and I have long since worked out the time difference. “I know you said you’ll work most mornings this summer at the restaurant, and since I have a busy schedule during the day, maybe we could shift our runs later. How about I run at seven o’clock my time and you run at four in the afternoon your time. Would that work for you?”
Her face lights up. “You already thought about this?”
“Of course I did, darlin’. Just remember, this is us now—we can text or call before or after each run. It’ll be like I never left. You can even Facetime me to see my sweaty mug if you want.”
“Can I get some more pictures of you before I go back home?” she asks.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Now, exactly what kind of pictures are we talkin’ about, Bay?”
She blushes and elbows me in the ribs. “Perv,” she says.
“I’d do it if you wanted me to. I’d even let you take ‘em,” I say, getting a semi just thinking about what we could do five thousand miles apart with naked pictures of each other.
This week has gone by all too fast. Hell, this whole semester has. Three months. That’s how long we’ve been together. But I feel like I’ve loved her my whole goddamn life—that she was custom made just for me. I’m an entirely different person now than I was a mere eight months ago. Stalking Baylor was the best decision I’ve ever made in my entire twenty years.
I went all out this weekend. I needed to make it a day she’d remember. Flowers. Candles. Music. All that sappy shit that chicks love. We’ll only get one more chance to really be together next Friday before the summer break, but even that will only be a few hours as she will have a late-afternoon flight to catch. So, I’m pulling out all the stops. There’s not a chance in hell I’m sending Baylor back to Maple Creek with Asswipe unless she’s thoroughly fucking satisfied.
We’re off to a good start as I lay here and wait for her to return from the bathroom after a night of marathon sex followed by a few short hours of sleep. Naked Baylor. I never realized how happy I’d be one day having my own private bathroom off my bedroom. But with our quest to remain unclothed as much as possible, it has come in right handy.
She runs out of the bathroom and quickly jumps into bed, hurdling over me and diving under the covers. I laugh at her shyness. “Darlin’, I’ve seen you naked as a jaybird dozens of times, and I can assure you, you’ve got absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I feel fat,” she whines, pulling the sheet around her.
I shake my head at her and try not to roll my eyes. “Baylor, you couldn’t be fat if you tried,” I assure her. “Your curves are perfect.” I run my hand along her hip, over the top sheet that covers her. “You are petite and beautiful and I could stare at your incredible body all day long.”
Her face lights up at my words. I add, “But if you feel the need to burn a few more calories, I know just the thing.”
She giggles. “You’re a machine, Gavin McBride. You know that, don’t you?”
“Only for you, darlin’.” I grab her hand and watch as I lace our fingers together, sparking a memory. “What did you do with that plastic ring we won, did you throw it away?”
She wrinkles her nose and hesitates.
“What?” I ask.
She sighs. “I’m a silly sentimental girl, Gavin. Of course I didn’t throw it away.”
I lean closer to her fruity-smelling mussed up hair and whisper, “You know I’m going to marry you one day, right?”
Her body stiffens, sending darts of poison straight into my heart. “We’ve only been together three months. You shouldn’t say things like that,” she says, frowning.
I pull her tightly against me, refusing to let her words slay me. “It didn’t seem to bother you when I mentioned it last month. Why the change?”
“I don’t know,” she says with a shrug. “Maybe I’m just feeling insecure about this summer. A lot can happen in six weeks.”
I pull back from her and look her straight in the eyes. “The only thing that will happen is that I will fall even more in love with you . . . if that’s even possible.”
She smiles at me and then looks over at the bouquet of flowers on the nightstand. She reaches out to pull one free from the vase, studying it. “Do you want to know why I was so surprised when my dad told you to get me purple orchids?”
“Sure.” I wrap my arm around her as she settles her head into my neck, holding the flower over my chest so that we can both see it.
“When I was growing up, my dad would sometimes bring my mom flowers. You know, the usual roses for birthdays and anniversaries. But one day, when I was five years old, he came home with a huge bouquet of the most beautiful purple flowers.
“I had never seen my mom so happy. She was so happy that she cried. My dad picked her up and twirled her around as they laughed and kissed each other for what seemed like forever. For days afterwards, I watched her and was mesmerized by how his bringing her flowers had made her float around almost like a fairy princess.”
Baylor plucks a silky petal from the stem and rubs it between her fingers.
“I told my dad that I thought the flowers were magical because they made my mom so happy. And apparently, after that conversation, he researched the flowers and later told me that purple orchids represented love and beauty and are known as the ‘true queen’ of all flowers. Just like he thought my mom was his true queen. I told him that one day my prince would bring me purple orchids. And for years after that, I often drew fairytale pictures of purple flowers and princes.
“Of course I had no idea at the time that the real reason for my mom’s reaction was that their loan for Mitchell’s had come through and they were going to open their very first restaurant. He had brought the flowers home with the exciting news.” She shakes her head and her breathy laughter washes over my chest. “I overheard my dad telling the story to his sister when I was twelve. But it didn’t matter, I was so enamored with the flowers by then that nothing would have ruined the fantasy.
“So when you showed up that day, telling me my dad said you should bring me those flowers, it felt like he was giving us his blessing or something and that you were my . . . well, it’s silly, I know.”
She blushes as I take the flower from her and bring her hand up to my lips. “It’s not silly. It’s a five-year-old’s fairy tale,” I say. “And I want to be that guy. That guy who makes you so happy that you cry. That guy who makes you float around for days.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I swear I’ll always bring you purple orchids, darlin’.”
“Oh, Gavin,” she whimpers with glistening eyes, “please tell me everything will be okay. Tell me it will go by quickly and we’ll talk every day and I don’t have anything to worry about.”
I kiss her temple. “Yes. To all of that,” I say. “Don’t you know by now that I’m yours? You own me. You might as well put a fucking ear-tag on me and brand your name on my ass, because there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be good for anyone but you.”
She giggles. “I might well do that,” she says in her best southern drawl, causing me to laugh.
“Hey, I almost forgot.” I reach over and pull open my nightstand drawer. “I have a surprise for you.” I grab the printout of my itinerary and hand it to her.
She takes a minute to read through it as her lips turn up and her face all but splits in two from the smile plastered on it. “Two weeks?” she squeals. “You’re coming for two whole weeks?”
“I already cleared it with your dad,” I tell her. “He even insisted I stay at your house.”
She drops the piece of paper. “You called my dad to ask?” She shakes her head. Then she does something truly amazing. She reaches over to get my cowboy hat, putting it on her head. Then she climbs on top of me, straddling me naked in the bright morning light. “I love you, Gavin Maddox McBride.”
“Show me how much, darlin’,” I demand as I spring to life underneath her.
Her eyes darken as they trail a path across my chest, burning into me as she takes possession of me solely with her gaze. She devours me with those sultry hooded eyes as if we hadn’t just had sex mere hours ago.
I haven’t even touched her yet, but her nipples get hard and pucker as she grinds her hips into me. I sit up and lean against the headboard, keeping her on my lap, putting myself in a perfect position to suck her tits. I take one in my mouth, laving it while my fingers pinch and tug at her other one. She moans and throws her head back, thrusting her chest even harder against my mouth. I can feel her wetness spreading over my dick and thighs as she writhes on top of me.
I throb painfully beneath her, swollen with intense desire for this perfect being that straddles me. I can tell she’s close from merely rubbing her slick clit over me. “God, Bay, I can smell how much you want me. You are so damn sexy.”
I resume sucking, licking and flicking her nipples with my tongue as I let her rub herself off on my cock. I look up at her just as she screams, “Oh, God, Gavin . . . oh, God.”
She thrashes about as she spasms on top of me, her orgasm washing through her. It’s an amazing thing to witness, Baylor coming all over my leg wearing nothing but my cowboy hat. I almost lose it myself, but I do everything I can to hold out because I want nothing more than to be buried in her when I come.
She’s still quivering beneath me when I flip her onto her back, and I quickly reach into my nightstand for a condom. I put it on in record time and then sheath myself inside her slick entrance before she can fully recover from her climax.
She opens her eyes as I hit the end of her. I still myself and savor the feeling of her tight walls surrounding me completely. We lock eyes and every emotion we’ve been feeling comes across without so much as a single word.
I know she’ll be leaving soon, in a few hours in fact, and we’ll barely see each other all week. We are both well aware of this, so we’ve made the most of our time together and fucked a lot in the past twenty-four hours. We fucked in my bed. We fucked in my chair. We fucked in the shower and on the floor. But right now, with our gazes holding each other and our bodies melded together as if we’re one—we make love. We make love like we’ve never done before. I start to move within her and every stroke is a testament of my love for this girl. Every gentle thrust a sonnet of my overflowing emotions. Every kiss across her soft lips a promise of our future.
“Tell me you love me, Bay,” I beg. “Tell me you’ll always be mine.”
“Yes, Gavin. I’m yours,” she declares as tears slip out of her unforgettable eyes. “I love you. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”
Her words milk my throbbing shaft and send me into a pulsating orgasm as I place my thumb on her clit to make sure I bring her right along with me.