Kai wasn't the only one thinking about the future. At SideBar, we did our fair share of celebrating and drinking and eating, but the talk soon turned sentimental. We shared memories of our first shows, classes we'd had together, parties that had gone horribly wrong. V suggested we could have another make-out party, and he was pelted with napkins and bits of paper and even a hot roll.

Just like with theatre—life sometimes has perfect moments when the stars all align, and you're exactly where you want to be with great people, doing exactly what you want to do.

Leaving college seemed impossible.

I had never been happier than the four years I'd spent here. I looked around the table as people laughed and screamed (we only had one volume— really, loud). These people were my family. They understood me and knew me in ways that no one else did.

I couldn't imagine my life without them.

"Uh-oh! Tears alert!" Irene cried, "Jennie is getting weepy!"

I wiped at my eyes, and embarrassingly, she was right.

"Shut up! I just love you guys, okay?"

Irene's arms enfolded me first, then V, then Kai, and then I lost count.

V said, "Stop acting like we don't have a month left together. I don't know about you guys, but I have one hell of a college bucket list that I need you guys to help me fulfill. Starting with getting super drunk on my last opening night. So, let's get started."

I ate and drank, just listening to the stories and conversations around me, soaking it all up. Life was good, and if I had my way, it was about to get even better.

It was harder than I thought it would be to excuse myself after dinner was over. Not because I was nervous about what I planned to do tonight, I actually felt good about that, but because I didn't want to leave my friends.

It was a funny thing to miss people before you'd even left them, but that's what I was feeling now.

A little bit of melancholy stayed with me all the way out of the bar and into my car. But it didn't take long for it to disappear in light of where I was heading. I didn't text Lisa when I was on my way like I'd told her I would, because I wanted some time to get things ready.

I took a quick shower, and then left my hair loose to dry curly, because Lisa liked it that way. It made me think of that night at the club, and my heart beat faster just at the memory.

I found the Victoria's Secret bag in the back of my closet that held the lingerie I'd bought specifically with this night in mind. I slipped it on, trying to imagine again exactly what Lisa might think or feel when she saw me.

Looking in the mirror, I felt sexy, like she'd always said I was. I slipped back on the dress I'd worn after the show, not wanting to give anything away just yet. I tidied up my room, made sure there were condoms in the bedside table, and then took a seat on my bed.

I was doing this.

I was really doing this.

I was going to have sex with Lisa… tonight.

Something bubbled up in my chest. At first I thought it was nerves, but then I recognized it. It was the same kind of feeling I got when I first found out I'd been cast as Phaedra and then again when the show had gone so well. It was something beyond excitement, something better.

Because I could, I hopped up on my bed, and jumped. It felt good so I did it again. I flailed my arms because it seemed like the right thing to do, and then I covered my face with my hands and let out the quietest scream I could manage.

"What are you doing?"

Lisa was at the foot of my bed, an amused grin unfurled on her face. I squeaked and plopped back on to the bed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I saw your car outside, so I came over. I didn't realize you'd already started the party without me. I take it you're excited about how the show went tonight?"

I climbed off the bed as gracefully as I could (meaning with zero grace at all). I should have expected something like this. It seemed I was incapable of having an intimate moment with Lisa without doing something supremely embarrassing. At least this time it happened at the beginning.

"The show was great, but I'm glad to be home." I put a hand on her chest and she wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

"You were great tonight, and now I get to have you all to myself."

I hadn't really thought about the best way to approach what I wanted to do tonight. I'd thought about the lingerie and the condoms and the probable pain, but not so much the 'Hey, I'm ready to have sex' talk.

I mean, she was a girl who has.. You know, so I doubted very much she'd care about how I told her, but still… I wanted it to be right.

"How was the celebration?" she asked.

"Good, really good. I'm going to miss everyone when we graduate. It's a little crazy to think that's only a month away."

"One month." She smiled, and leaned down for a kiss.

I think she meant for the kiss to be quick, but I didn't really give her a choice in the matter. I looped my arms around her neck to keep her down at my level, and pressed my lips more firmly against hers. She hummed lightly, and the vibrations tingled my lips. Her hand curled around my ribcage, and I wanted it higher, farther in. I wanted her touching me everywhere.

When she was taking too long, I opened my mouth and traced the seam of her lips with my tongue. She let me in, and the taste of her was as addicting as always. With each brush of her tongue against mine, I felt more certain.

I pulled my arms down from her neck, and slipped a hand underneath her shirt, pressing my fingertips into her back. Her hands remained in safe places, my ribs and my neck, but I felt them twitch and tighten slightly at the skin to skin contact.

She kept kissing me… slowly, safely.

I slipped my other hand beneath her shirt, feeling the ridges of her abs, up to her chest. I hoped she would take the hint and move her own hand accordingly.

She didn't.

Frustrated, I shifted her slightly until my bed pressed at the back of her knees and then I pushed. She sank on to the bed, and I wasted no time climbing on to her lap, pressing against her in much the same way I had that first night we'd almost had sex.

"Jennie," She whispered. It was almost a warning, but not quite there yet.

I should probably tell her what I wanted, but the way she was kissing me, or more aptly the way she wasn't kissing me made me feel unsure, desperate. She still wanted me. It told myself that. And I believed it. Mostly. I just needed a little more reassurance.

I pulled back, and waited for her eyes to open, for her to watch me. When her eyes met mine, they were a bit too clear, too focused for my liking. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress. She made a noise in her throat when I started pulling it up, but I didn't stop until I had it up and over my head. At first her eyes stayed resolutely on mine, but when I leaned forward, taking care to brush my chest against hers, she looked down.

Her intake of breath was exactly what I'd been looking for.

The strapless black bra was so tight that I had possibly the best cleavage I had ever or will ever have. And the panties, well, you could barely call them that.

"Jennie," This time, there definitely was a warning tone. "You're overestimating my self-control."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I estimated your control perfectly."

I leaned forward until I was pressed tightly against her hips. My lips hovered over hers, waiting for her to kiss me. I was done being on the offensive. It was her turn to come to me.

As always, the anticipation alone was enough to do me in. Her gaze darted between my eyes and my mouth, and now that I was down to only lingerie, her hands met my skin no matter where she put them. One was currently scalding my lower back, and other was fisted in my hair. I rocked my hips against her, and her hand in my hair tightened.

"Jennie." Her response was choked, like she was in pain.

I smiled. This was kind of fun.

"Lisa," I returned, eyes wide and as innocent as I could make them.

"This is the opposite of slow."

I exhaled, swaying forward so that my bottom lip barely grazed hers. I rubbed against her, grinding at the slowest pace I could. I said, "I think we've gone slow enough."

The arm at my back pulled me in more, until my chest pressed against hers. She still had a shirt on. I wanted it gone.

"What does that mean?" Ah, there was that look I loved—dark, a bit unfocused.

"It means," I said as my hands found the bottom of her shirt, "That I'm done going slow."

I pulled, and her arms followed automatically, allowing me to pull the shirt over her head before her hands went right back into their previous positions. Our chests met, skin sliding against skin, and she groaned. She said, "I'm going to need you to be very clear about what you're saying right now, Jennie."

All right, it was time to just say it. And no euphemisms like beast with two backs or horizontal tango or anything ridiculous. Sex. If I was going to have it, I could sure as hell say it. I leaned in and kissed her for courage. To hell with making her come to me. That took too long. When I pulled back, her lips tried to follow. I appeased her with another quick kiss and said, "Make love to me?"

Everything about her tensed—her hands on me, her gorgeous face, and her body beneath mine.

"Jennie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do for me."

"What about tonight has felt like I was being forced to do anything? In fact, I feel a little like I'm forcing you."

Her lips crushed against mine—teeth and tongues and heat. It was just enough to make me shake with want, and then it was over.

Lisa was panting when she replied, "You're not forcing me to do anything. I just want you to be sure. You can say stop at anytime." Her lips pulled wide. "You don't need to make up a new pet."

That grin… it was so infuriating and sexy at the same time.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed away, standing up. "If you're going to keep trying to talk me out of it…"

I hadn't even taken one full step away before she'd grabbed me, and spun so that my back hit the mattress. My breath left my lungs in a rush, and the sight of her prowling above me made heat curl low in my belly.

"I wasn't trying to talk you out of anything. I was trying to be a gentlewoman."

Huh. She'd tried to pull the gentlewoman card that first night, too. She was still hovering over me, and I looped my fingers into the belt loops on her jeans, and tugged her down on top of me.

"Do me a favor? Be a gentlewoman tomorrow?"

I was fairly certain she said, "Yes Ma'am," but then she was kissing me, and I couldn't care less.