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“What?” I was trying very hard not to appear as excited as I was.

“I don’t want to stop tonight,” she said sitting back on my legs and unbuttoning my pants.  I wrapped my arm around her and lifted her to turn her on the bed.  I unbuttoned her pants and slipped them down her legs, revealing matching black panties with a small pink bow.  She leaned back against her elbows and watched me as I took down my pants.

“Wow,” she said again smiling.  This time I didn’t have to ask what she was talking about.  My excitement was clear through my boxers.  I kneeled down and began to slip her panties down her legs, taking them off at her feet.  I pulled her toward the edge of the bed, kissing her stomach and taking her in.  She sat up and pulled my face towards hers kissing me harder as I unsnapped her bra and slipped it down her arms.  I stood back up and took off my boxers.  She watched me and then laid back on the bed, staring up at me as I parted her legs and leaned on my forearms over her.  I kissed her again as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down onto her, her breasts smashing into my chest.  I could feel her wetness on my tip.  I wanted nothing more than to finally be inside of her.

“I don’t have condoms,” she said pulling away from our kiss. 

“I think I do.” I stood and picked up my jeans.  I knew I did.   I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom, opening it and placing it on.  I leaned back down preparing to enter her.

“Wait…”

Fuck, I thought.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, trying hard not to sound agitated.

“I’m… I-”

“Are you okay?” I wanted this, but I didn’t want to rush her into doing something she wasn’t ready for. 

“This is sort of my first time doing this.”  She sighed and looked up at me.

Sort of?

“I mean, I’ve gotten close but I never actually… I have never actually gone through with it,” she continued.  I looked down at her, surprised.  Surprised that she had kept this from me for so long but more surprised that she had chosen me.  Suddenly, everything about her seemed more exciting.  I studied her where she lay below me, staring deeply into my eyes, writhing eagerly and pressed gently into her sheets.  I ran my hand down her chest, over her apple-sized breasts and erect nipples and down to her flat stomach.  My appetite for her suddenly felt overwhelming, and I wanted nothing more than to ease into her and take my spot as her first. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I managed to ask.   I was terrified she would change her mind. 

“I want this, Nate,” she murmured.  “I want you to be my first.”  She kissed me before I could respond, and I eased into her.  She gasped, wincing when I made it about halfway in.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” she breathed and I moved in deeper, slipping my way inside her as her eyes widened, and she melted into the bed.  I kissed her deeply when I was almost completely inside her, stopping for a moment before I pulled back out slowly.  She felt tight and wet, I bit her chin lightly and she giggled.

“How’s it feel?” I whispered. I slipped in and out slowly and deeply. I could feel her body tense and release beneath me.

“Good… strange but really good.”  Her legs widened and allowed me to move in deeper.  I could feel her tightening around me.  I leaned down and kissed her, continuing my pace as she ran her hands over my head and down to my neck.  Her hands traveled down my back to my waist as she pulled me deeper inside her.  She moaned as I pressed into her.  I could tell the discomfort she felt was easing and the pleasure was increasing.  She was feeling every thrust, and her enthusiasm made me even more excited.  Everything in me felt like it was about to explode, but I kept my pace slow.   I was trying hard not to look at her beautiful face, trying hard not to think about the feel of her soft and tight body beneath mine.  Trying not to think of how this moment had made her mine, in a way she have never been anyone else’s. 

“Nateee,” she moaned from beneath me.  I kissed her again, our tongues dancing as she began to tremble and moan louder, biting her lip to stifle her moans.  Unable to hold back, I thrust as deeply as I could and exploded inside of her falling to the side of her on the bed and wrapping her in my embrace.  She looked up at me and smiled, kissing my sweaty neck and running her hands up and down my chest.  We lay there in the silence of the night until I could hear her breaths begin to slow.  I knew she was falling asleep. 

“I love you too,” I whispered softly into her hair.  She opened her eyes and looked up at me from where she lay, nestled in the crook of my arm, the streetlight shining through the window illuminating only one side of her face. “I love you too, Kerry,” I repeated, surprised at how normal it sounded escaping my lips.

***

I woke up to Kerry wrapped in a towel and poking the bottom of my feet.  The sunlight was peering in through her dorm window.

“I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Can I join?” I stretched and sat up.  I was still naked and was covered only by the sheet around my waist.

“No, Goofy.” She laughed. “Unless you want to put on a show.  It’s a dorm shower.”

I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to me and running my hands up and down her thighs.  She looked down and kissed me.

“It’d be a good show.”

“I’m not ready to share you with an audience yet.” She gave me another quick kiss.  My hands traveled up her thighs and under her towel cupping her ass in my hands, I squeezed gently and pulled her towards me.  With one hand on her ass, I undid her towel and buried my face into her breasts.

“Nate!” she said pulling back, lifting her towel and wrapping it back around her.

“What?” I chuckled.

“I have plans for us today.” She turned and headed to the door.

“What plans?”

“I want to see your place and meet Phil.”

“Wait, Kerry…” I began as she walked out, the door shutting behind her.

“Oh, man.” I fell back down onto the bed and closed my eyes, hoping Phil wouldn’t be home.  A moment later, the door opened.  “I knew you would change your mind,” I said before opening my eyes.

“Change my mind about what?” a female voice said.

I opened my eyes and there stood Jayna, her hair wild and curly like in the picture, in a tight blue T-shirt and short black skirt.  She threw a small duffle bag into her closet and looked at me lying on the bed and smiled. 

“You must be Nate,” she said, unscathed by my scantily clad body.

“You must be Jayna.” I looked down to make sure I was covered by the sheet.

“You’re good.” We laughed.  “I’ll get out of your way in a minute.  I just wanted to drop off my stuff and pick up some things.” She bent over to pick up some shoes from her closet and threw them out into the middle of the room.  She turned towards me and smiled.

“Kerry thought you went home for the weekend.”

“I did.  I came back.” There was a story there, and it was clear she wasn’t in the mood to share.

“You’re cuter than Kerry said.” She began to unbutton her skirt.

“Whoa…” I said looking away.

“Relax.” She pulled down her skirt to reveal a tight pair of work out shorts.  She tossed her skirt into the closet and slipped on socks and sneakers.

“I’m sure you saw more than that last night.” She pulled her curls back into a ponytail and headed towards the door.  “It was nice meeting you,” she said with her hand on the door handle.

“Umm, yeah…”

Jayna paused and turned back towards me.  “Don’t tell Kerry I was here,” she added. “She would freak out if she knew I saw you like this.”

I nodded as she headed out, closing the door behind her.  I leaned forward, scrounging through the sheets on the bed and searching for my boxers.  I had made my bed with Kerry on a stack of secrets.  For the first time, I wondered just what secrets from Kerry’s past remained to be told. 

***

“Hellooooo,” I yelled as I opened the door to my apartment with Kerry following closely behind. 

I shoved my keys in my pocket and closed the door behind us.

“Hello?” I said again walking into the living room.  Kerry walked up beside me looking around curiously.

“Guess he isn’t here.” I pulled her to me and smiled. 

“You guessed wrong,” Phil said emerging from his room.  He looked from me to Kerry with a playful glint in his eye.

“Phil, this is-”

“Kerry,” he finished, looking at her and extending his arm towards her.  Kerry slipped out of my embrace and accepted his hand.

“I’ve heard
so
much about you,” Phil said.

“Same here.”

I was instantly embarrassed.  As Phil and Kerry made small talk I glanced around our messy apartment for anything that would make the moment even more embarrassing.  I kicked a dirty sock under the couch and picked an empty soda bottle up off the floor and tossed it in a trash bag.  Kerry caught me and smiled and turned back towards Phil. 

“Awww… honey, you’re cleaning up,” Phil sang.  Kerry laughed.

“You guys don’t get much female company do you?”

“Well, not the kind that notices,” Phil said smirking.  “Or that’s sober enough to care.” He smiled and nudged me.  I knew he was fucking with me and I shot him my most menacing “Shut the fuck up” look.  He only smiled wider.

“Oh, charming.” Kerry rolled her eyes.

“I like her,” Phil said laughing. 

“Great. Well,” I began clapping my hands together. “I am sure Phil has some place to be.” I stared at Phil hoping he would get the hint.

“Nope.” He plopped down on the couch.  “So, what have you and Nate been up to?”

“Nothing much.” Kerry smiled at me. “Meeting you was our big plan for today.”

“Well, then sit down,” Phil said slapping the couch beside him. “Let’s meet.”

Kerry laughed and sat beside him with one leg tucked under her.  “Isn’t there a game on today?” Kerry motioned toward the television.

“
And
you watch sports?” Phil stared at me in disbelief.

“My dad had three girls; he would have been destroyed if we didn’t learn something about sports.”

“Oh, I really like her,” Phil declared again reaching for the remote.  Kerry beamed.

I sat down beside Kerry reluctantly as Phil turned on the television.

***

I officially met Jayna a few nights later.  Kerry wanted to pick up some things from her place before spending the weekend at my apartment.  I offered to wait outside, but she insisted I come in and “finally” meet her roommate. 

Jayna Lavajo was important to Kerry.  They had known each other since well before college.  In fact, they had met in a soccer league when they were just five years old.  Their mothers, both stay-at-home moms, became fast friends and started enrolling the girls in the same afterschool activities and summer camps.  Their families became so close, they even took vacations together.  Jayna was an only child, and because Kerry’s older sisters were so much older than her, the two grew up more like sisters.  They even created their own language, a mixture of Pig Latin and Portuguese words Jayna’s grandmother had taught them.

When they were thirteen, Jayna’s parents got divorced.  Kerry said it hurt her like they were her own parents.  Kerry was close to Jayna’s parents and I could tell it was still hard for her to understand how two people who seemed happy could just end their relationship so abruptly.  Kerry described the divorce as cruel.  Jayna’s father left Jayna and her mother with nothing but a house they couldn’t pay for and no car.  At the urging of Kerry’s mother, Kerry’s father offered to hire Jayna’s mother as a secretary in his office.   He also offered to pay for Jayna’s private school education, so Jayna wouldn’t have to start a new school. 

Though Kerry and Jayna remained close following the divorce, the situation took its toll on their relationship.  Kerry recalled Jayna beginning to dress more provocatively and hanging out with an older group of kids.  “Stereotypical angry teenager stuff,” Kerry had said shaking her head.  While Kerry was worried about what to wear for her junior prom, Jayna was losing her virginity in a car behind Home Depot to a guy she barely knew.  Kerry would try hard not to judge her for fear of losing their friendship, but she would gently encourage her to be careful or wait awhile with the next guy. 

“Jayna was quick to snap during that time,” Kerry had remembered.  “Especially at me.” 

With a snapshot of Kerry and Jayna’s complicated past, I wasn’t sure what to expect when we “officially” met.

“Knock, knock,” Kerry said as we walked in.  Jayna looked up at us and smiled.  She was in a plain white T-shirt and pink shorts.  She was sitting on her bed with her back against the wall, painting her fingernails a bright red and listening to music.  Her curls were piled in a loose bun on top of her head, a few strands dangling around her face.  Even in that casual moment, Jayna was gorgeous.  Her hazel eyes were almond shaped and cat-like.  Her lips were full and pink. 

“Hey Ker, I missed you,” she said rising to give Kerry a quick peck on the cheek careful not to spill the nail polish bottle or smudge her nails.  “So this is the famous boyfriend who stole my best friend,” she said drinking me in.  She kissed my cheek and smiled.