I heard the door handle jiggle across the room. I couldn't keep a smile from creeping over my face and I blushed at my own giddiness. It's a good thing. I was beginning to get a little lonely. Can you even believe that? There is an entire campus out there waiting to be explored, but where am I? Sitting cross-legged on my comfy bed, strumming my kick ass guitar. Mikayla entered the room almost cautiously and rolled her eyes at me, a cute gesture I've begun to love.
"Mitch, why are all cooped up in the room? Have you not SEEN how nice it is out there? We have to go to the pools for a swim. Please, please, please?" Mikayla slung her small, red backpack across her bed. She had claimed the right side of the dorm room even before we moved in a month ago.
I put my guitar gently down beside my bed before reaching for a notebook nearby. I giggle at her pleas for a swim. It was hard to resist when she begged. Yet, I did not see swimming on my list of to do's for today. Maybe if I just pretended to be studying…
"Hey, hey. What are you doing, missy? Uh-uh. No studying. We are in our first year of college and we have to ..!" Her left index finger was pointed at me as if it were a wand threatening to turn my notebook to ash. Already Mikayla had begun to peel off her green, short sleeved top and fish for her bathing suit in her closet. Unzipping her mini skirt she stood behind the closet door to change. I find it cute that she likes to change in privacy every now and then. I always respect her wishes and she does mine. What else are best friends for?
"Um, actually hunny, that's not going to happen. I have a gi-ENORmous test in a couple days that I really think I can ace with a little time and-"
"No backing out." Mikayla said without looking past the closet door at me.
"It's my prerogative. I can live how I wanna live," I begin to sing suddenly.
"Wait, Bobby Brown version or Britney?"
"Bobby Brown, hands down, mama."
"Mama? Huh, that's new," she said smiling.
Mikayla closed the closet door so I could see her in a short, short, did I mention short, skirt. Her bikini top serving as a teeny shirt. My hands sweated a little as she made her way over to me. Her batting eyelashes suggested many things, but I only had enough time to catch the first suggestion because she had climbed into my bed in three seconds flat. Cradled in my arms we hugged for what seemed like hours though I was sure they were mere seconds. Her soft fingers touched my chin and then my neck softly.
"I missed you, you know." Her voice had taken a gentle tone.
"You were only away from me in class for four hours."
"I think that's way too long," and with that Mikayla kissed me seductively, licking my lower lip. It was her way of asking permission. I opened my mouth, granting her access, and closed my eyes. Our tongues took their time wandering around, caressing, and releasing. This was a feeling I still had yet to grow used to. Maybe I never would. Hopefully I never would. My hands grazed her ass, making her smile into our kiss. She pulled away first.
"What was that, Mitchie? Did I just hear you say 'Yes babe, I would love to go swimming with you and then come back and finish the night in saucy sex'?"
"Mmmm no. Nope. I don't remember saying any of that," I replied, acting oblivious.
"Oh?" Mikayla pushed my back to rest on the bed. Lifting up my loose fitted tee, she looked at me dangerously. It was almost a threatening glare asking me if I really wanted to do things the hard way. She began a slow, torturous kiss around me belly button. My knees actually buckled. Unfortunately, it was over before it began. Tease.
"Ugh. You kill me," I stated simply.
"Good. Now come on and get changed," she said lightly pulling me off my bed. Her mood was bouncy as if that steamy moment didn't just happen. I would have to be prepared for the next time she wanted to use sex to con me into doing something I didn't want to do. That's not true. She could try to seduce me everyday and I would gladly accept every time. Its just one of many benefits of dating Mikayla.