My Skylar
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I grabbed a few blankets, a pillow and a lantern then unlocked the door.
Davey practically trampled us. “Thanks for taking your sweet time. I just sharted.”
Back outside, we snuck past everyone still sitting around the bonfire.
“Which one is ours?” she asked.
“That one. Come on.”
We crawled inside the tent, and she immediately straddled me, looking like an angel glowing in the lantern light. The horny beast inside wanted to bury himself inside of her right then and there despite our friends being just feet away.
But she deserved better.
“Skylar, listen to me.”
She gently bit at my neck. “Mmmhmm.”
“I want you more right now than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“I can feel that.”
“But…I…just can’t take your virginity in a cramped tent to the sounds of a bunch of drunk people doing karaoke. You mean too much to me.”
“I don’t care where we are as long as my first time is with you.”
I kissed her hard before pulling back. “I really didn’t think you were gonna let me get this far, so I didn’t bring any protection, partly to guarantee I’d keep it in my pants. I was wrong in thinking I could control myself.”
“What about Davey? Does he have anything?”
“He told me Zena’s on the pill.”
“So is Angie. Shit.”
“Yeah.”
She looked truly sad. “In the RV, I had made up my mind that I wanted it to be tonight. Now, I feel like I need you inside of me.”
This was killing me.
I pressed my hardness up against her. “I want that too, more than my next breath. You have no idea.” I licked a line from the base of her neck to her lips. “But there are other things we can do.”
She kissed me. “Like what?”
I whispered over her lips, “Everything but.”
Her hand slid down to my crotch. “I want to see you.”
I kneeled up onto my knees, unzipped my shorts and slowly pulled them down. Her eyes landed on the erection straining through my boxer briefs.
“Take off your skirt.”
She did as I asked and took her shirt off too. My dick twitched at the sight of her in nothing but that baby blue thong.
“Fuck, Skylar. You want to see how much I want you?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
I lowered my boxers and my engorged c**k sprung forward.
She stared down silently with a look of awe then finally said, “Wow. You’re…big, bigger than I ever imagined.”
“I’m harder than I ever imagined. And that’s just from looking at you. I can’t fathom what it would be like inside you.”
“Can I touch you?”
That question alone made moisture bead at my tip.
I sounded tortured. “I’m dying for you to touch me.”
She wrapped her delicate hand around my shaft and began to stroke it gently. “Does that feel good?”
I bent my head back. “Hell, yes.”
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Lick your hand then stroke me harder.”
I felt like I was directing the movie version of my wildest fantasy.
She slowly licked across her palm before placing it back on me, twisting and pulling. I closed my eyes, imagining that it was her pu**y and nearly came. She circled her thumb over the wetness at my tip, spreading it around as a lubricant.
As if she could read my mind, she said, “I want to see you come.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, baby. Just keep doing that. Don’t stop.”
She stroked me harder and within seconds, hot cum spurted out all over her hand. She continued milking me with a look of wonder on her face until there was nothing left.
After we cleaned ourselves off, I put my underwear back on, and she stayed shirtless in her thong. I was still perpetually hard.
We lay down together for a while with no concept of time. Since the sound of crickets replaced the chaos outside, I assumed it was after midnight.
My head rested on her chest. She played with my hair and said, “As much as I was trying to keep it from happening, it feels amazing being with you like this.”
“In some ways, the stuff we’ve done tonight has been hotter and more intimate than sex for me, you know, coming up with unique ways to please each other.”
“I’ll never forget this night as long as I live.”
“Your first time is gonna be even more unforgettable. I’m already planning it in my head. We’ll go somewhere overnight, somewhere really nice with candles, roses, the whole nine, and I’m gonna make love to you all night long.”
“I wish we didn’t have to wait. I want you now, but I know we can’t.”
The thought had crossed my mind to chance it without protection. That’s how badly the urge to take her was. In the end, I just couldn’t risk it. Still, the need to feel her somehow wouldn’t go away. I had an idea.
“Turn over.”
When she turned around, I gently rubbed my hand along her backside. “I’m gonna take off your thong, okay?”
“Yes,” she said.
I pulled it down slowly and slipped it off her feet. Then, without my asking, she got on all fours, displaying her perfectly smooth, tight ass. My dick swelled to full capacity in a matter of seconds.
If that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen…
The reflection from the lantern formed a shadow of her lithe silhouette along the side of the tent, an image I’d never forget.
I pulled my underwear down and rubbed my c**k along the top of her ass. Her body immediately tensed. I bent down and whispered, “Don’t worry…I’m not goin’ there. Relax, baby.”
Her back shook in laughter. She turned around and smiled. “I’d let you do anything you wanted, you know.”
Fuck. Me.
“I just want us to feel each other skin to skin. Like this.” She moaned as I slid my slick shaft back and forth across the slit of her ass, gripping her cheeks around my length. My legs trembled from the intensity of the sensation. Every single thing we tried tonight topped the last.
She panted. “That feels so good.”
It felt like I was in a trance when I muttered under my breath, “I can’t wait to f**k you.”
When she started to touch herself, it nearly put me over the edge. We stayed like that for minutes, and when she abruptly screamed out in pleasure, I lost it, my hot release erupting all over her back.
After I cleaned her off, I lay down next to her, breathing in her scent mixed with the vague smell of the red spruce tree just outside. “I can’t get enough of you. It’s almost morning. We haven’t slept a wink.”
“I can sleep when you’re in Boston, Mitch.”
I cradled her na**d body, feeling possessive and needy at the mention of my impending departure. “Promise me that you’ll always belong to me, Skylar. Promise me I’ll be your first and your last. I need to go away knowing that.”
She turned around, looking suddenly devastated at the realization that I was actually leaving. “I promise.”
Those words would haunt me later.
I would have done so many things differently if I knew that the night in the tent would be all I’d have to cling to. Not making love to Skylar when I had the chance would become my biggest regret. Well…my second biggest regret.
CHAPTER 15
SKYLAR
“Turn around, you dirty bird.” Seamus whistled at me as I changed out of my clothes. He lived with me now that Mitch was away at school.
Things just weren’t the same here. Not even my time in Brooklyn had been as difficult as saying goodbye to Mitch. I remembered him always telling me how he’d look across the street at my bedroom window when I was gone. I found myself doing the same thing almost every night now, looking up at the dark second floor of his house, wondering how I was going to make it through the next four years.
***
Mitch sent me an Amtrak ticket to visit him Columbus Day weekend. As much as he tried to make me feel comfortable in his new surroundings, I was anything but.
He lived in one of the co-ed high-rise dormitory buildings along Commonwealth Avenue, right in front of the Green Line trolley tracks. It was a far cry from the quaint college campus I imagined. Boston University was more like a bustling city that happened to have a college in the midst of it.
After he picked me up from the train station, we went straight to his dorm. When we exited the elevator, a scantily clad girl who looked like a supermodel traipsed down the hall. “Mitch, tell Rob I stole his blender this morning while he was out,” she said in a European accent.
Hearing her reference him by name made my eardrums throb. This was not a good start. “Who was that?”
“That’s Heidi. She lives down the hall.”
“People just go into each other’s rooms and take things?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Then, another girl appeared. “Hey, Mitch,” she said in a long Southern drawl, her blonde hair bouncing as she walked by.
“Hey, Savannah.”
I swallowed. “Who’s she?”
“That’s Savannah. She’s the RA.”
“What’s that stand for, ‘really annoying?’” I snorted and suddenly felt really stupid.
Wow. Jealousy does not suit me.
He mussed my hair. “No, my little wiseass. It stands for resident assistant. That means she’s in charge of the floor and takes care of things in exchange for free room and board.”
She looked like she’d happily take care of you, too.
“I see.”
All I knew was, she practically lived with my boyfriend, and therefore, I hated her along with every other tramp in this place.
Once inside his room, I couldn’t get over how tiny it was, more like a walk-in closet with two twin beds. A guy with a curly mop of black hair lay on one of them.
“Skylar, this is my roommate, Rob. Rob, this is my girlfriend, Skylar.”
Rob took off his headphones, nodded and shook my hand then resumed listening to his music.
I whispered, “He’s a talker, that one.”
“Yeah. That’s about the extent of what you’ll get outta him.”
A collage of pictures, mostly of Mitch and me, hung on the wall above his desk. He slid the curtain, displaying a view of the flashing Citgo sign, a Boston landmark. As I looked out toward the busy street below, I didn’t like the uncertainty shown on the reflection of my face in the glass.
He hugged me from behind and kissed my ear. “I love you, Skylar.” He turned me around to face his burning stare. “You know what I’m getting at, right?”
Embarrassed that I had been so obvious in my jealousy, I said, “I love you, too. This is just going to be an adjustment.”
“Maybe if Rob leaves, I can find a way to remind you whom I belong to.”
Rob never left and neither did my paranoia.
***
The next day, Mitch showed me all around the city. He took me to Newbury Street for gelato, and we sat in the Public Garden. It felt great when it was just the two of us, but once the trolley let us off in front of the dormitory that evening, my discomfort returned.
I hadn’t even been able to enjoy the time spent with him because of my preoccupation with examining every last detail of every girl who walked by the open door of his room. This level of jealousy was something I had never experienced and made me feel like I was losing my mind.
We were getting ready to head over to Nina and Jake’s for dinner. They lived only a couple of miles from the university, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see my best friend while I was here.
When Mitch had gone to shower, I looked around at the Spartan gray walls and calculated that he would spend approximately 800 nights here. Then, I thought about how easy it always was to get him sexually aroused. How could he resist if he was horny or drunk and some hot girl was begging him to take it? There were 800 opportunities for that to happen. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me intentionally, but he was human, and now I saw with my own eyes what I was up against.
When he returned from the bathroom, he was shirtless and wiping his wet hair down with a towel. The fact that he had been walking down the hall looking so sexy irked me.
As I watched him get dressed, I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you always walk around half-naked?”
“Not always.” He winked. “Sometimes, I go full frontal.” He examined my timorous expression and was no longer laughing. “That was a joke.” He threw the towel on the chair angrily. “Alright. You need to talk to me. Right now.”
I looked down at the ground disappointed in myself. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“Do you have any idea how excited I’ve been all week about you visiting? I thought you were gonna have a great time, and I’m f**king pissed that being here has made you nothing but miserable, and now, you’re leaving tomorrow.”
“It’s my own fault. It’s just weird seeing this other life you have now. I’m used to having you all to myself.”
“You do have me. You’ve been so busy looking for reasons to worry, that you’ve missed that. Yes…there are a lot of girls who live here. But I don’t want a single one of them. I want my girlfriend. I’ve fantasized about our time in Lake George every single night.” He caressed my cheek. “This isn’t easy for me, either. All I want to do is make love to you. I’m counting the days til Christmas so that we can go away and be alone.”
Davey practically trampled us. “Thanks for taking your sweet time. I just sharted.”
Back outside, we snuck past everyone still sitting around the bonfire.
“Which one is ours?” she asked.
“That one. Come on.”
We crawled inside the tent, and she immediately straddled me, looking like an angel glowing in the lantern light. The horny beast inside wanted to bury himself inside of her right then and there despite our friends being just feet away.
But she deserved better.
“Skylar, listen to me.”
She gently bit at my neck. “Mmmhmm.”
“I want you more right now than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“I can feel that.”
“But…I…just can’t take your virginity in a cramped tent to the sounds of a bunch of drunk people doing karaoke. You mean too much to me.”
“I don’t care where we are as long as my first time is with you.”
I kissed her hard before pulling back. “I really didn’t think you were gonna let me get this far, so I didn’t bring any protection, partly to guarantee I’d keep it in my pants. I was wrong in thinking I could control myself.”
“What about Davey? Does he have anything?”
“He told me Zena’s on the pill.”
“So is Angie. Shit.”
“Yeah.”
She looked truly sad. “In the RV, I had made up my mind that I wanted it to be tonight. Now, I feel like I need you inside of me.”
This was killing me.
I pressed my hardness up against her. “I want that too, more than my next breath. You have no idea.” I licked a line from the base of her neck to her lips. “But there are other things we can do.”
She kissed me. “Like what?”
I whispered over her lips, “Everything but.”
Her hand slid down to my crotch. “I want to see you.”
I kneeled up onto my knees, unzipped my shorts and slowly pulled them down. Her eyes landed on the erection straining through my boxer briefs.
“Take off your skirt.”
She did as I asked and took her shirt off too. My dick twitched at the sight of her in nothing but that baby blue thong.
“Fuck, Skylar. You want to see how much I want you?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
I lowered my boxers and my engorged c**k sprung forward.
She stared down silently with a look of awe then finally said, “Wow. You’re…big, bigger than I ever imagined.”
“I’m harder than I ever imagined. And that’s just from looking at you. I can’t fathom what it would be like inside you.”
“Can I touch you?”
That question alone made moisture bead at my tip.
I sounded tortured. “I’m dying for you to touch me.”
She wrapped her delicate hand around my shaft and began to stroke it gently. “Does that feel good?”
I bent my head back. “Hell, yes.”
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Lick your hand then stroke me harder.”
I felt like I was directing the movie version of my wildest fantasy.
She slowly licked across her palm before placing it back on me, twisting and pulling. I closed my eyes, imagining that it was her pu**y and nearly came. She circled her thumb over the wetness at my tip, spreading it around as a lubricant.
As if she could read my mind, she said, “I want to see you come.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, baby. Just keep doing that. Don’t stop.”
She stroked me harder and within seconds, hot cum spurted out all over her hand. She continued milking me with a look of wonder on her face until there was nothing left.
After we cleaned ourselves off, I put my underwear back on, and she stayed shirtless in her thong. I was still perpetually hard.
We lay down together for a while with no concept of time. Since the sound of crickets replaced the chaos outside, I assumed it was after midnight.
My head rested on her chest. She played with my hair and said, “As much as I was trying to keep it from happening, it feels amazing being with you like this.”
“In some ways, the stuff we’ve done tonight has been hotter and more intimate than sex for me, you know, coming up with unique ways to please each other.”
“I’ll never forget this night as long as I live.”
“Your first time is gonna be even more unforgettable. I’m already planning it in my head. We’ll go somewhere overnight, somewhere really nice with candles, roses, the whole nine, and I’m gonna make love to you all night long.”
“I wish we didn’t have to wait. I want you now, but I know we can’t.”
The thought had crossed my mind to chance it without protection. That’s how badly the urge to take her was. In the end, I just couldn’t risk it. Still, the need to feel her somehow wouldn’t go away. I had an idea.
“Turn over.”
When she turned around, I gently rubbed my hand along her backside. “I’m gonna take off your thong, okay?”
“Yes,” she said.
I pulled it down slowly and slipped it off her feet. Then, without my asking, she got on all fours, displaying her perfectly smooth, tight ass. My dick swelled to full capacity in a matter of seconds.
If that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen…
The reflection from the lantern formed a shadow of her lithe silhouette along the side of the tent, an image I’d never forget.
I pulled my underwear down and rubbed my c**k along the top of her ass. Her body immediately tensed. I bent down and whispered, “Don’t worry…I’m not goin’ there. Relax, baby.”
Her back shook in laughter. She turned around and smiled. “I’d let you do anything you wanted, you know.”
Fuck. Me.
“I just want us to feel each other skin to skin. Like this.” She moaned as I slid my slick shaft back and forth across the slit of her ass, gripping her cheeks around my length. My legs trembled from the intensity of the sensation. Every single thing we tried tonight topped the last.
She panted. “That feels so good.”
It felt like I was in a trance when I muttered under my breath, “I can’t wait to f**k you.”
When she started to touch herself, it nearly put me over the edge. We stayed like that for minutes, and when she abruptly screamed out in pleasure, I lost it, my hot release erupting all over her back.
After I cleaned her off, I lay down next to her, breathing in her scent mixed with the vague smell of the red spruce tree just outside. “I can’t get enough of you. It’s almost morning. We haven’t slept a wink.”
“I can sleep when you’re in Boston, Mitch.”
I cradled her na**d body, feeling possessive and needy at the mention of my impending departure. “Promise me that you’ll always belong to me, Skylar. Promise me I’ll be your first and your last. I need to go away knowing that.”
She turned around, looking suddenly devastated at the realization that I was actually leaving. “I promise.”
Those words would haunt me later.
I would have done so many things differently if I knew that the night in the tent would be all I’d have to cling to. Not making love to Skylar when I had the chance would become my biggest regret. Well…my second biggest regret.
CHAPTER 15
SKYLAR
“Turn around, you dirty bird.” Seamus whistled at me as I changed out of my clothes. He lived with me now that Mitch was away at school.
Things just weren’t the same here. Not even my time in Brooklyn had been as difficult as saying goodbye to Mitch. I remembered him always telling me how he’d look across the street at my bedroom window when I was gone. I found myself doing the same thing almost every night now, looking up at the dark second floor of his house, wondering how I was going to make it through the next four years.
***
Mitch sent me an Amtrak ticket to visit him Columbus Day weekend. As much as he tried to make me feel comfortable in his new surroundings, I was anything but.
He lived in one of the co-ed high-rise dormitory buildings along Commonwealth Avenue, right in front of the Green Line trolley tracks. It was a far cry from the quaint college campus I imagined. Boston University was more like a bustling city that happened to have a college in the midst of it.
After he picked me up from the train station, we went straight to his dorm. When we exited the elevator, a scantily clad girl who looked like a supermodel traipsed down the hall. “Mitch, tell Rob I stole his blender this morning while he was out,” she said in a European accent.
Hearing her reference him by name made my eardrums throb. This was not a good start. “Who was that?”
“That’s Heidi. She lives down the hall.”
“People just go into each other’s rooms and take things?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Then, another girl appeared. “Hey, Mitch,” she said in a long Southern drawl, her blonde hair bouncing as she walked by.
“Hey, Savannah.”
I swallowed. “Who’s she?”
“That’s Savannah. She’s the RA.”
“What’s that stand for, ‘really annoying?’” I snorted and suddenly felt really stupid.
Wow. Jealousy does not suit me.
He mussed my hair. “No, my little wiseass. It stands for resident assistant. That means she’s in charge of the floor and takes care of things in exchange for free room and board.”
She looked like she’d happily take care of you, too.
“I see.”
All I knew was, she practically lived with my boyfriend, and therefore, I hated her along with every other tramp in this place.
Once inside his room, I couldn’t get over how tiny it was, more like a walk-in closet with two twin beds. A guy with a curly mop of black hair lay on one of them.
“Skylar, this is my roommate, Rob. Rob, this is my girlfriend, Skylar.”
Rob took off his headphones, nodded and shook my hand then resumed listening to his music.
I whispered, “He’s a talker, that one.”
“Yeah. That’s about the extent of what you’ll get outta him.”
A collage of pictures, mostly of Mitch and me, hung on the wall above his desk. He slid the curtain, displaying a view of the flashing Citgo sign, a Boston landmark. As I looked out toward the busy street below, I didn’t like the uncertainty shown on the reflection of my face in the glass.
He hugged me from behind and kissed my ear. “I love you, Skylar.” He turned me around to face his burning stare. “You know what I’m getting at, right?”
Embarrassed that I had been so obvious in my jealousy, I said, “I love you, too. This is just going to be an adjustment.”
“Maybe if Rob leaves, I can find a way to remind you whom I belong to.”
Rob never left and neither did my paranoia.
***
The next day, Mitch showed me all around the city. He took me to Newbury Street for gelato, and we sat in the Public Garden. It felt great when it was just the two of us, but once the trolley let us off in front of the dormitory that evening, my discomfort returned.
I hadn’t even been able to enjoy the time spent with him because of my preoccupation with examining every last detail of every girl who walked by the open door of his room. This level of jealousy was something I had never experienced and made me feel like I was losing my mind.
We were getting ready to head over to Nina and Jake’s for dinner. They lived only a couple of miles from the university, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see my best friend while I was here.
When Mitch had gone to shower, I looked around at the Spartan gray walls and calculated that he would spend approximately 800 nights here. Then, I thought about how easy it always was to get him sexually aroused. How could he resist if he was horny or drunk and some hot girl was begging him to take it? There were 800 opportunities for that to happen. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me intentionally, but he was human, and now I saw with my own eyes what I was up against.
When he returned from the bathroom, he was shirtless and wiping his wet hair down with a towel. The fact that he had been walking down the hall looking so sexy irked me.
As I watched him get dressed, I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you always walk around half-naked?”
“Not always.” He winked. “Sometimes, I go full frontal.” He examined my timorous expression and was no longer laughing. “That was a joke.” He threw the towel on the chair angrily. “Alright. You need to talk to me. Right now.”
I looked down at the ground disappointed in myself. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“Do you have any idea how excited I’ve been all week about you visiting? I thought you were gonna have a great time, and I’m f**king pissed that being here has made you nothing but miserable, and now, you’re leaving tomorrow.”
“It’s my own fault. It’s just weird seeing this other life you have now. I’m used to having you all to myself.”
“You do have me. You’ve been so busy looking for reasons to worry, that you’ve missed that. Yes…there are a lot of girls who live here. But I don’t want a single one of them. I want my girlfriend. I’ve fantasized about our time in Lake George every single night.” He caressed my cheek. “This isn’t easy for me, either. All I want to do is make love to you. I’m counting the days til Christmas so that we can go away and be alone.”
