Mitch feasted on me for over half an hour, my orgasms flowing like streams, one into another. I tried to be quiet for the first one, remembering that Mitch’s parents were just down the hall, but by the second I’d mostly forgotten. After that, I had no concept of where I was, other than under Mitch’s care.
Finally I pushed her away. “Okay, stop, mmm, my turn. I want a turn.”
“Yeah?” Mitch moved up over my body, grinning that mischievous little Mitch smile.
I stared into her blue eyes, my mouth watering at the thought of her taste. “Yeah, please?”
“Sweetheart, you never have to beg for that.” She rolled onto her back and shimmied off her boxers. “Come get it.”
I giggled at her playfulness and climbed into position, inhaling her rich aroma before I lowered my lips to her sex.
“Oh, Cindy, that feels so good, yeah, just like that, oh shit.” I loved the little things she said while I was pleasuring her. To be honest, even after a year together I was still sometimes unsure about what I was doing, wondering if I was as good as others she’d been with. I mean, how could someone as flamboyant and vibrant as Mitch be happy with boring, simple, nerdy me? But the way she talked to me, the purr in her voice, it put me completely at ease, so that connection I mentioned never wavered.
I felt her seize underneath my mouth, her powerful thighs closing around my head as she came. I sucked on her clit, pulsing it with the rhythm I knew she loved. As she came back to earth I wondered to myself, what would she really like now? I could give her another like this, but she had been complimenting me all night on how beautiful I was. I needed something that would let her see me as I pleasured her.
I kissed my way up her toned body, straddling her left leg while I pulled the other up and to the right, pressing our cores together until I could feel her swollen clit between my labia. Her eyes were as wide as I’d ever seen them as she stared up at me. I smiled down at her, running my hand up through my hair, exposing my neck as I undulated my hips in slow sensual circles. After all, Mitch wasn’t the only high level athlete in this bed, and I used all my core strength and muscle tone to keep working her just like I wanted.
I arched my back, pushing my breasts out, and Mitch reached up to caress them. I concentrated on stimulating her, instead of chasing my own pleasure, and I was rewarded as she cried out, pushing herself against me as orgasmic pulses seized her over and over.
When they finally subsided I was grinning ear to ear at the look of pure contentment on my lover’s face. Eventually she opened her eyes and pulled me down to her, kissing me deeply.
“My god, Cindy, that was incredible.”
I nuzzled into her shoulder. “I’m glad.”
Mitch kissed my ear, temple, then forehead, moving so she was looking deep into my eyes. “Seriously, do you have any idea how beautiful you looked tonight?”
“Some, I could see it in your eyes.” My voice was small and shaky with emotion, but Mitch’s was firm as she continued.
“Well, I had it doubly bad. I mean, everyone could see how lovely you are here,” she ran a finger over my cheek, “and here,” a hand touched my waist and hip. “But I know how beautiful you are in here,” she touched my temple with her forefinger, “and here,” placing her palm over my heart.
A tear formed in my eye. “Oh, Mitch.”
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you. I love you.”
With that I lost it, sobbing with joy as she held me to her, repeating those three beautiful words over and over. We kissed so deeply I didn’t know where I stopped and she started. Eventually I broke away and touched my face.
“God I must be a mess.”
“You’ve never been lovelier.”
I excused myself to go wash my face, something Mitch allowed only with reluctance. When I finished and returned the bed was turned down, and Mitch was waiting for me under the covers. I slid in next to her, letting her wrap me in her warmth.
***
If her parents heard anything last night they didn’t let it on that morning, and we left for the long drive back to campus after many hugs and smiles. I felt loved and accepted, and really I was. Mitch’s parents, Coach Holiday, the girls on the team, Carl and Bridget, they all accepted me just like I was. There was only one hurdle left.
I like to think of Junior year as our golden year. We didn’t have graduation looming; decisions about real life seemed eons away. We were living in our own apartment, sleeping in a real bed. It was wonderful. Mitch had gotten all of her prerequisites out of the way, and she was doing really well academically, and I was starting to get the upper level econ courses I’d been looking forward to.
Carrie and Barbara were regular guests at the apartment, sometimes with boyfriends in tow. We all still worked out most afternoons, and we practiced on the campus courts whenever we could. When the season started it was clear that Barbara had eclipsed me, and Coach put her in at number five singles, but kept me camped out at number six. That was fine; I was just happy to be on the team. Mitch and Carrie played four and three, while Mitch and my doubles team moved up to number two.
The really awesome thing was actually academic for me. With the help of my academic advisor I picked out several prestigious internships for which to apply, and shortly after Christmas I ended up with my pick of two excellent ones. I talked it over with Mitch, of course.
“This one actually comes with a little studio apartment, no roommate. And it’s at a brokerage firm, which is kind of what I want to do. So I’m leaning towards it.”
“It might be fun. Summer in Atlanta.”
“It’d be really good experience, and Professor Sommers knows it’s a good company.” I hesitated for a second. “I just wish you could come with me.”
“Why can’t I?”
My brow furrowed. “Don’t you have to go home and work for your dad?”
Mitch pretended to get thoughtful. “Well, my dad is a regional manager, and he knows people all over the Southeast. I bet he could find me a job in Atlanta.”
“Oh, Mitch!” I jumped into her lap, hugging her tight.
“You think I could handle being away from you for another three months again? Not a chance.”
I sat back. “I’m not sure they’ll let me have a, um, partner or anything.”
She shrugged. “Why tell them? Better to ask forgiveness than permission, my dad always said.”
It turned out that neither Mitch’s job nor the housing situation were issues. The housing form I had to complete had a section for both pets and partners, and all I had to do was check yes and put down Mitch’s name and occupation. We got a call from the housing people a few days later stating that she had to submit to a background check, but after that everything was a piece of cake.
The same ended up being true for Mitch’s job. As soon as we knew where we’d be staying Jack made some calls, and within a week Mitch had a summer job lined up. What I wasn’t expecting came later.
Mitch was out picking up some groceries on Saturday, and I’d stayed behind, deciding to bite the bullet and call my family. “Hey, dad, just wanted to let you know that I’ve got an internship this summer.” I hadn’t told him I was even applying.
The disapproval was evident in the iciness of his voice. “Your aunt and uncle will be expecting you to help at the diner, Cindy.”
“Dad, this is a really prestigious internship. It’s going to help me get a good job when I graduate. I can’t turn it down.”
“You can and you will, if I tell you to. Where is this internship?”
“Atlanta.”
“Absolutely not. Cindy, do you have any idea how evil that city is? No.”
“Carl did internships when he was in school!” God, I sounded like a petulant ten year old.
“You’re brother is a young man. He needs a career to support a family. You do not. You will be home after classes end, and this summer you will be more hospitable to the young men your mother introduces you to. Do you have any idea how much damage control we had to do after last summer? The rumors about you?”
“What rumors?”
“I’m not going into that. We’ve taken care of it. But you will do better this summer, or you won’t be going back to that school.”
He didn’t even bother to say goodbye. By the time Mitch walked into the apartment I was in tears. She dropped the bags onto the counter and ran to me, and I threw myself into her arms, sobbing hysterically. She didn’t ask what was wrong, or try to shush me, instead just holding me in her arms until I quieted down.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You, babe, are always allowed to cry on my shoulder.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “Now, you want to tell me what happened?”
I gave her a brief rundown of the conversation, and I could see anger flare in her eyes as I related what my father had said.
“Okay, Cindy, can I ask you some questions?”
I nodded, wiping a tear from my eye.
“Are you financially dependent on your father at all? I know he’s not paying tuition or housing or anything here.”
I took a moment to make a mental inventory. “He pays for my phone. And insurance, medical and auto.”
Mitch nodded. “Anything else?”
“I don’t think so.”