Fix It for Us (4 page)

After kissing Smitty, I grab some lunch and return to our table, sitting close enough to feel Davis’ warm
th.  The group is gabbing about the new semester – who’s taking what class, who the instructors are, when auditions for the semester’s productions are. 

T
hen Charlie asks for our attention.  “First of all, I want to announce that we have found, at least, a temporary replacement for Jake.”  Hearing Jake’s name makes me shudder and Davis’ arm immediately wraps around my waist, his hand settling on my hip. “His name is Ian.  He’s a sophomore music major. Great guitarist.  I’ll be bringing him to meet all of you soon.  BUT even bigger news is Boxwood has been hired to play HeartSmash!”  Everyone at the table claps and cheers.  HeartSmash is an annual Valentine’s party held either at The Lum or off-campus.  The theme always focus on the dark side of Valentine’s Day: a gangsters, Bonnie and Clyde, St. Valentine’s Day Massacre feel.  All in fun, of course.  It’s great news for Boxwood.  I am excited by how quickly they are gaining an on-campus reputation.  I hope they can retain their current line-up, if Ian works out.

Lunch was a joyous, upbe
at reunion of the gang, but now it’s time for Davis and me to go to the Student Health Clinic.  As we discussed, after being “together” a few times and admitting our feelings for one another, we are going to go get tested and figure out birth control.  It’s a bigger deal than I imagined, doing this together.  Neil, the guy who devastated me junior year and left me … left me unsure and devoid of trust for another relationship… never even asked about my sexual history.  We never discussed birth control.  He just always used condoms.  In reality, we never discussed much of anything meaningful or made any plans together.  He didn’t care enough to ask questions.  Davis is the exact opposite.  Davis has already called the clinic to make appointments for us, so when we get there after a quick walk across campus, they’re ready for us.  No waiting.  We go in together and speak briefly with a nurse, but are then separated for exams and consultation.

The nurse takes my vitals, looks over my chart, and begins asking questions.

“I see here you saw your gynecologist about six months ago and had a full examination,” she states.  I did, the summer between junior and senior year.  The summer after Neil and Randall and…  She continues, “Has anything changed since then?   At the time of your last exam, you reported you weren’t sexually active, but had been in the past.  Is that correct?”  I tell her yes, that was correct, and that I haven’t been sexually active again until a week ago.  She also quizzes me about my last period.  It all seems pretty routine, and then she asks, “You’re here for birth control and to have HIV/STD tests, correct?”  Again, I say yes.  “May I ask, how come there was no testing when you saw your doctor last summer?”  I inform her that I wasn’t planning on being sexually active again for a long time and at the time was not thinking at all about needing to be tested.  Now that I’m in a relationship, a real relationship, I think it’s important.  She praises me for being proactive about my health now.  I’m waiting for a lecture about not being responsible previously, but it never comes.  I’m being harder on myself than she is.  After discussing various methods of birth control and kicking myself at bit more that I hadn’t been wiser in the past, I decide to go on the pill.  It seems less invasive than the other methods, so I decide to try it first.  The nurse sets me up with two months of sample packs and a prescription.  We talk about when to start and what to do if I miss a dose.  It seems pretty simple.  I wonder how Davis’ appointment is going.

Finishing up with the nurse,
I carry my little brown bag full of contraception and meet Davis in the waiting room.  He appears to be finished with his appointment. We begin to discuss how our individual visits went and then, before giving up any details, both look around the waiting room to see we are not alone.  We tend to do that, it seems – think we are the only ones present, even in a room full of people.  Davis gives me a look and cocks his head toward the door to tell me we will continue this conversation elsewhere.  He stands and takes my hand to pull me out of the chair and out of the clinic.

“Do you have any other classes?  Anywhere you need to be?”  Davis inquires
, raising one eyebrow and shooting me a smirk.

“No”

“Then I need you to take me to your room, now.”  He seems a bit serious.

I ask, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine.  I want to talk with you.  I just need to be with you.  Google, maybe?”  The seriousness fades and the spark reappears in his eyes as he smiles a naughty smile.  “Google” is Davis’ newly-coined euphemism for sex.  He’s quite amused with himself.

“I don’t know, my connectivity is a little slow.” I tease him.

“Your connectivity is fine,” he growls in my ear, as he stops us and pulls me up tight against his chest.  “Let’s go.”

We are across campus and at my door in minutes.  I am considerably shorter than Davis and have on boots with heels.  I feel like I just ran a 5K
, I’m huffing and puffing so loudly.  I drag in a few more breaths and look at Davis wide-eyed before I fish my key out of my bag.

“Well, I guess I won’t nee
d to work out today.” I gasp.

Davis chuckles and leans against the door jam
b to my room, “We haven’t even started the work out, baby.”  His words make me stop looking for the key and look at him open mouthed.  He takes his finger and lifts my chin to close my gaping lips. “Need help locating the key?”

Taking a moment to settle my pounding heart and wobbly legs and not quite sure if it’s from the running or his words, I re
ply, “I got it.  I got it.”

I
hand it to him to unlock the door.  He unlocks it quickly.  Just like he’s done everything else since we left the clinic.  There is a sense of urgency pouring off of him.  Once the door is open, Davis pulls me through it and slams the door behind me.  He grabs my bag and jacket and sends them flying – I don’t know where.  He spins me away from him and puts my hands flat up against the door.  Am I being arrested?  For a moment, I want to giggle.  And then, that moment passes, because Davis comes up behind me, slowly.  As fast as everything has been to get here, it now feels like slow motion.  He’s not grabbing me or pushing against me, Davis is just close enough that I can feel his chest on my back and his breath in my hair and on my ear.  He says nothing.  Just inhales and exhales with a slight hum, like he’s smelling a flower or appreciating a just-opened bottle of wine.  And I am… I am slowly burning up from the inside out.  Staying close, he purposefully, runs both of his hands down both of my arms.  He stops when he gets to my hands and laces his fingers through mine, pinning my hands a little more up against the door.  A shiver runs up my arms, back down and then straight to my lower belly.  I can’t really move anything from the waist up, so I back my ass up into him a bit to try and feel more of him.  He isn’t letting me get too close yet and it’s causing my desire to increase. 

“We rushed over here because I couldn’t stand not touching you for another moment, but now that we are here we are not rushing anything, okay, Lizard?”  I don’t answer because I think I just lost the ability to speak
, that was so hot.  He asks/demands again, “Baby?”

             
I nod in agreement and almost whine, “Hmm… Oh, Okay…”

             
He still is not close enough for me to feel him the way I want to.  Still holding my hands against the door, he moves one of his thighs between my legs and I can finally feel his hardness against my back.  I practically moan in relief.  Davis’ lips are on my shoulder and then they are slowly moving with soft, warm, extended kisses up my neck and behind my ear.

             
“Biz, keep your hands on the door.”  He orders.

             
“But, I…I want to touch you, see you.”

             
“You will.  Slowly, Biz . . . Slow-ly.  I don’t have to be anywhere else until tomorrow morning.  You?”

             
Oh my God, this is killing me.  I, squirrely-chatter girl, have gone to the place beyond excited and am now mute, “Nuh … No-where.”

             
“Good.”  He unlaces his fingers from mine, but presses slightly down on the backs of my hands with his palms as a non-verbal reminder to not move.  His large, capable hands slide back up to my shoulders, down my sides and around my waist.  All of the movements are measured, methodical.  The path of his hands leaves a vibrating trail of sensation, and I am still completely dressed!  Finding the buttons of my sweater and shirt, he slips them free of their buttonholes one-at-a-time, all the while kissing and sucking my neck, ears, hair, the sides of my face and inhaling deeply.  He removes my hands from the door to slide my sleeves off and slip my sweater and shirt off of my shoulders.  Without looking, he gently lays my clothes over my nearby desk chair.  I haven’t even touched or kissed him yet and I am shaking within.  Davis slides one of his warm hands over my now exposed stomach and up to my breasts.  He thumbs one nipple through my bra.  I am instantly aroused.  My nipples tighten, I moan and let my head fall back, as he continues to worship me with his mouth and hands. I feel his other hand unzip my jeans and then, ever so gently and with leisurely movements, drag my jeans down over my thighs.  He slides his face down my back, kissing my spine for the entire descent.  He lifts one of my feet and then the other to slide the jeans off into history.  I swear if he doesn’t let me touch him or hold onto something soon I will collapse.  Every drop of blood in my body has taken up residence at the apex of my thighs.  Standing back up and sliding his hands up my legs as if intent on not leaving any part of my body untouched, he firmly grasps my waist and pulls my pelvis back toward him.  Holding me close with one arm, I feel him bring his black thermal up and over his head with his other hand and then pull me back against his chest.

He practically pants into my back, “I have been waiting all day to feel you.  To make you shiver for me
.”

“It’s working.”  I pant in response, as he slides the straps of my bra down my shoulders.  He unfastens my bra, lets it fall to the ground and cups both my breast
s, pulling me even closer to him.  His erection is throbbing at my lower back.  I moan and push into it as he skates his palms over my breast, stopping to squeeze and extend my nipples.  Part of me is screaming to move faster, to turn around and rip his pants off, the other part is thinking of Davis’ words, “Slow-ly.”  I try to heed them and soak up all the sensation, burning through my core.  As I move in response to his touch, I become aware that he has divested me of my panties.  I am completely naked.  Pinned to him – back to front.  I gain control of my thoughts long enough to reach both my arms up and around his neck.  He has not stopped his relentless kissing and sucking of any part of my body his lips can find.  I spin around, Slow-ly… to face him.  I lift my leg up and hitch it around his hip to gain some traction for my achy, needy clit against his jeans, the entire time staring into the green eyes that I adore.  I want him to see my burning need.  He evidently does, because “Slow-ly” begins to speed up at this point.  My hands are immediately on his jeans.  I pop them open with surprising deftness and thrust my hand into his boxers, stroking and sliding it over the velvety hardness.  I actually hum.  I have
got
to get these pants off.  He takes my face in both his palms and pulls my lips up to his, kissing me hard, demanding that my lips open and take him.  It doesn’t take much convincing.  I would surrender my mouth to much less eagerness.   He groans into my mouth, as my hand is still in his pants, practically assaulting him.  I release his firmness only to tear at his jeans, pushing them aggressively down his thighs.  They drop further of their own accord and Davis steps out of them.  Now, we are both naked, panting and grasping at one another.

“How many days?” Davis asks, his voice rough with desire.

“Til what?”  I am confused.

“Until I can touch you, feel all of you … without a stupid condom.”

A low giggle comes from somewhere.  Oh, that was me.

“Seven days.”

Picking me up, lying me gently on the bed and then quickly hopping up himself, he declares to me, “Let the countdown begin.”  More giggling from me.

Davis’ hand moves between my legs and finds my most sensitive spot, he circles and circles
with his fingers while delivering kisses to my face and licks at my lips.  I can feel the licking all the way down
there
. 

“But while
we countdown, can you be in me… soon?” I plead.  Davis gives me a groan of agreement and an “Abso-fucking-lutely.”  He rolls on a condom.  One of his magically appearing condoms.  I am slick and ready and slow-ly … slow-ly  he pushes into me.  He rocks into me slow-ly.  I respond and then can no longer comply with this languid pace.  I begin to buck.  Davis keeps right with me.  So close, I am so very close.  From the look on Davis’ face and the unintelligible vocalizations coming from his mouth as we kiss, so is he.  And not so slowly, we crash into a powerful orgasm together.

***

              I can’t move my body, it feels so heavy.  My limbs are all rubbery and vibrating slightly.

The only movement I’m able to manage is to turn my head toward Davis.  Lying next t
o me, shoulder to shoulder, he’s staring at the ceiling, his hand on his forehead.  He sighs deeply, “Whoa!”