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“Iloveyou, Iloveyou, Iloveyou,” she screams over and over as she comes. My heart swells in my chest.
“I love you too,” I groan, filling her with my seed again.
When I finally stop coming, I drop down on top of her, intending to move, but instead, she wraps her arms around me, keeping me in place. We are both trying to catch our breath, and our skin is covered in a sheen of sweat.
“I really do love you; you know?” she says after several minutes of us just breathing.
“I know. I’ve loved you for far longer than I should have, but I do. Your trust in me means everything. You’ve allowed me to teach you many things, and now you’ve given me the gift of your innocence.”
“You gave me yours too,” she murmurs, kissing my chest.
“I did. I knew I was waiting for someone special.”
“So was I. What do we do now? I couldn’t bear it if you lost your job over me, like Chris did.”
“Chris is it?” I ask, moving off to her and lying beside her. I pull her close to me and breathe her in.
“He is my best friend’s husband,” she reminds me. “Are you jealous?”
“Yes. I’m jealous of the guys in class who stare at you. They are the ones who get to be with you.”
“Guys stare at me?”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t notice them. There’s only you.”
“I feel the same way.” She grins and kisses me while rubbing her body on mine. My cock springs to life again. She wraps her hand around me and pumps. Her stomach growls again. Loudly. I need to take care of her before I get caught up in her.
“Come on, pretty girl. Let me feed you.”
“Fine,” she says, sighing. I chuckle and get out of bed. Going over to my dresser, I pull out a pair of McCray’s sweats and toss them to her before pulling on some pajama pants. She pulls the pants on and ties the drawstring tightly to keep them from falling down. “Do you have a T-shirt I could borrow? Someone ripped mine in two…”
“Here,” I say, handing her a long-sleeved McCray Wrestling shirt. She catches it one-handed and pulls it on. She looks down at it and smiles. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking about.
I lead her into the kitchen and laugh when she makes herself home. She pulls open the fridge and pulls out the eggs and bacon.
“I haven’t cooked in years,” she says like someone much older than herself.
“Not much chance to cook in the dorms?” I ask. I love the fact that she’s so comfortable here.
“No chance at all. I used to be in charge of breakfast at home. My mom and I would oversee breakfast for fifteen kids every day.”
“Fifteen?” I ask as I fill the coffee pot with water.
“Oh yeah. I’m the oldest, but I have fifteen younger siblings. My father has three. well, I know they aren’t really his wives, but three wives. They each have a bunch of kids. My mom handles breakfast, Ruth takes care of lunch, and Sarah takes care of dinner. It’s a system that is necessary for so many people.” The whole time she talks about her family, she’s cooking. She then plates up a heaping serving of eggs, bacon, toast, and orange slices.
“I don’t mean to shit on your beliefs, but that seems like a fuck ton of work. I’m a one-woman man, just in case you’re wondering.
“They aren’t my beliefs; that’s why I left. I don’t like to share so that works out perfectly for me,” she says, putting the plate down in front of me.
“Thank you. No one but my mom has ever cooked for me like this,” I tell her, making her smile. She puts her plate on the counter and climbs onto the barstool beside me.
“Is it messed up that I’m glad about that? I want to be the only woman to take care of you besides your mom.”
“That’s what I want to.”
“I have to get back to campus. I told the security guard I had class and that I didn’t know how late it would run. But if I don’t go back, he’ll raise an alarm. We don’t need that.”
“I fucking hate the idea of keeping you a secret, but I understand the need to.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to be labeled a creep, and I don’t want to be labeled a whore.”
“You are far from a whore.”
“And you’re no creep.”
We eat silently for a few minutes then I tell her about my childhood in Boston and my brother.
After we eat, she loads the dishes into the dishwasher after shooing me away. I take her back into the bedroom and pull her into the shower with me. She lets me kiss her under the hot spray until the water runs cold. I dry her off and watch while she gets dressed again.
