Adam lookedjust so gorgeous. The early evening sunlight filtered through his long, sandy-colored hair, illuminating the perfectly tanned skin of his face. His beautiful face with its high cheekbones, sculpted jawline, wide, full lips and bright blue, oval eyes. He was so pretty he almost looked girlish, except that his rugged stubble, strong body, and deep, deep voice confirmed him as all man.
I gazed at him across the table as we sat with our friends, enjoying drinks at the downtown bar, sitting outside so those who wanted to could smoke. It was the last Thursday before summer semester, our last semester before graduation, and we were determined to make the most of it. Four years Adam and I had been together, almost since the beginning of college, and we were preparing ourselves for the real world.
I sat across from Adam. My longtime BFF Stacy, who lived with us off campus, sat by him. We’d been friends for as long as I could remember, since high school back in Ohio. She was wild, crazy, hilarious, and just about as sexy as a girl could be. Her long, dark, straight hair fell right down, stopping just above the delicate angel wings tattooed onto the small of her back, and she loved to show off her athletic body with the shortest of skirts or shorts and the tightest of tight tops, but only ever used the lightest of makeup touches to highlight her stunning features.
Stacy was notorious around the college for working as a stripper to pay her rent and tuition.However, she was managing to get through college without accruing the mountains of debt the rest of us were running up. We’d been sharing our pre-war, two-bedroom apartment downtown from the college for over three years and the three of us were more like a family than just roommates.Hell, aside from a weekend over the spring vacation, where we all went home to our folks, we hadn’t been apart since last summer.
Then there were our other friends; Donny, Julie, Anna, and Paul. All of them had returned from their far-flung homes to be back at Texas A&M for the final time, before being forced to grow up. We all had classes the next day but we didn’t care. It felt like the day would never end.
Adam held court, his masculine voice sounding so authoritative on so many subjects. I just loved to look at him and listen to him arguing his points. Even after a day of beer, he still sounded clear and concise, yet put his opinions across with humor and fairness. The same couldn’t be said of Donny who, as the glasses emptied, his good old fashioned, local upbringing began to come through. He sounded more and more the deep south republican with every round.
I stared at Adam as he patiently listened to his friend, then managed to make his argument without undermining or belittling Donny’s position. I only hoped that when Adam completed his major in political sciences and eventually ran for president, which was inevitable as far as I could see, they didn’t make him cut his hair. It ran down, passed his shoulders, almost to his butt. I loved it. I loved it when he’d throw it over my naked body as we slept, or how it rained down around me as he towered over me when we made love. I got so caught up in the memory, I felt a tingle of electricity sprint its way across my skin, running down to become a deep throb between my legs. I was so distracted for a moment, I didn’t even realize Anna was talking to me.
“Anyway,” she directed her voice at me, “the last news I got was that the date was for the Saturday two weeks after graduation. Is that still on?”
My brain snapped back into itself and I caught up with the flow. Clearly, Anna was trying to move the subject away from Adam and Donny’s ‘God and guns’ discussion, either because she was bored or she was worried Donny was another sip away from drawing down on Adam at high noon, tomorrow. And she was doing so by asking me about the wedding.
“That’s right,” I smiled at her, feeling for Adam’s hand across the table. We touched and his fingers closed around mine. “We still have somethings to iron out but we couldn’t be more excited.”
“I’m still Maid of Honor, though, right?” Stacy half asked, half announced.
“Yes, baby, your role is secure,” I told her. She grinned happily.
“And you’re holding it Texas, instead of Ohio or California, because…?” asked Julie.
“I only have my mom and dad in Ohio. Adam only has his dad and his brother on the west coast. It’s just easier for them to come down here than try and get all the friends we have in San Antonio out to our hometowns.”
“If we could ever agree on which hometown to hold the event in,” Adam said, squeezing my hand.
“I don’t care where it is,” laughed Stacy. “I’m just looking forward to meeting Adam’s brother!”
Everyone joined in with the laughter. Stacy was incorrigible but, although I was pretty sure she was joking, I couldn’t be one hundred percent positive she wasn’t being serious.
“Bitch, please,” chuckled Adam, “Nathan is still in high school, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” she said with a wicked grin. “That just means he’s like you but without the know-it-all attitude or any poor sexual technique that needs retraining.”
The table erupted in hysteria. “Who told you I had poor technique?” Adam demanded.
“Don’t look at me, darling,” I told him.
The argument raged until none of us could speak any longer, tears of laughter streaming down our faces. I prayed silently that this would never end. Although the rest of our lives stretched out before us, like never-ending highway heading for a distant sunset, I wanted to stay with my friends and feel this happy and alive for the rest of my life.
Until I looked at Adam again, smiling as he tickled Stacy in retaliation for her insult. Then I couldn’t wait for the evening to end, so he could take me home and fuck my brains out.