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Paige's alarm clock indicated it was a little after six. The sunlight streaming through the room was slowly being replaced with shadows. Paige took a sip from a bottle of Gatorade we were sharing. We had gained sustenance from sports drinks and strawberries dipped in whipped cream.
"I've never actually done the food thing before. But they do it in movies sometimes. It seemed like the most convenient way to keep having sex and not starve to death." She had quipped as she fed me a strawberry.
"Okay I know it is supposed to be sexy to feed one another, but it is messy and a little weird. I think we should just eat the fruit like…the normal way." I said, grabbing the berry from her outstretched hand.
"So eat them the non-sexual way? Suit yourself." She joked, eating one herself.
"There's a little cream…" I reached out and brushed the side of her lips with my thumb. She kissed my thumb, her tongue flicking out against it.
"No. We need real food. We need to put clothes on." I warned sternly, getting the inkling Paige was ready to go again. I could already tell I would be sore for days from the muscles stretched and flexed during our marathon lovemaking.
"I mean we already saw the campus and everything…" She pleaded. I shook my head, wanting to explain my intentions.
"I want to take you to dinner." I admitted, taking her hand and letting my fingers run over her veins.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" She teased, turning her hand over and stroking my palm with her fingers.
"Yes. I want to take you on a real date…but you choose the place since I don't actually know where anything is here." I explained.
"Okay. But if we are going to abandon this paradise and rejoin the real world, however briefly, I'm going to need something…" Paige trailed off as she started to trace my bare thigh with her hand.
"Seriously? Again?" I asked, incredulous at both her stamina and my rising desire to let her have me again. I realized it wasn't always going to be this frantic and frequent, but her talent in bed had exceeded my highest expectations and fantasies.
"I can go slower this time. I just need you again before I put on clothes and pretend I can think about anything else." I parted my legs and she took me again, this time slow and gentle. She stayed against me, our foreheads resting against one another as I gave myself over to her.
She pumped in and out of me, occasionally nipping at my neck in ears, her breath warm against me. I wrapped my legs around her hips, opening up even wider to her. She pulled back and looked in my eyes, her own filled with an emotion we had once felt so strongly for one another. Maybe we always had.
"Emily…" She said, before slowly leaning down to capture my lips again. I tightened against her hand, sure that she was feeling this too. I was going to come undone in her arms again.
"Paige." I whispered back. I wanted to tell her but worried it was too soon, that I would scare her away if I started trying to tell her how I really felt. I closed my eyes as another orgasm rolled through me.
An hour later we were in a tiny French bistro, the room dark and intimate, with a candle burning on our table. We had both dressed up for the occasion, with Paige wearing a suit, and me in a short dress I knew she liked.
"Expensive tastes huh?" I asked, noting that the place looked upscale compared to most places on college campuses.
"This place is perfectly reasonable. And the most romantic place I could think of on campus. Plus I am going to need some quality nourishment if we keep going at this rate. I haven't even used any toys on you yet." She hung her head as she talked, but her eyes confidently met mine while she spoke. At least the candlelight prevented the server from noticing I was beet-red from shock at Paige's suggestion…and how turned on the thought made me.
Our conversation stayed light at dinner. I thought about broaching the subject of what we were now, but got scared each time. We were having such a fun time and our exchanges felt so natural, I didn't want to disrupt the flow by asking what I so badly wanted to know. But then Paige insisted we order a piece of the chocolate cake to split for dessert, so I finally decided to try.
"Paige? I'm having a really wonderful time being here with you." She bowed her head a little.
"Thanks. I love having you here." She took my hand and stroked it reassuringly.
"I was just wondering if you…I mean if this is something…you want. In a more official capacity." I couldn't believe how nervous I was. But the thought of Paige rejecting me made me nervous. I had no claim on her, but I wanted her nonetheless.
She looked in my eyes, seemingly trying to figure something out, before leaning in and kissing me chastely. When she pulled away, she looked happy but thoughtful.
"Yes." She stated.
"Yes?" I repeated, not sure I heard her right. That despite being a bundle of nerves the whole night, we were on the same page.
"Yes. I want to be with you. I know this won't be easy, but Em…I don't want anyone else. I…" Her voice was thick with emotion, but she paused as the server dropped off the cake with two forks. She seemed like she had been about to tell me something, but instead handed me my fork and began to eat.
When we got back to her apartment, Paige pulled me in the door and kissed me slowly. An intimate kiss I could relax into. She was mine. I was hers. At least we had filled ourselves up on bread, wine, and pasta. I had a feeling we needed carbs to keep going at the rate we had been the whole afternoon.
"I want to try something." She whispered.
"Okay." I was nervous but already, somehow, aroused again despite going at it for hours that day.
"Do you trust me?" She asked, her voice husky and low, and I could feel her tracing my outline with her hand, something silky in it.
Suddenly, a memory surfaces.
Emily, you can trust me with your life. There's nothing I wouldn't do to protect you.
"I trust you with my life." I whisper hoarsely, caught again between feelings of lust and longing for the security of being hers again. Her hands froze at my words though, the moment becoming charged in an emotional way, though I wasn't sure why.
"I'm not sure I deserve that level of trust from you anymore." She said in a quiet, pained voice. I turned around and wrapped my arms around her, stroking the back of her neck with one hand and cupping her cheek with the other. She searched my eyes for something. This was the time.
"I love you Paige. I screwed things up with you years ago. I'll never make the mistake of hurting you again." My voice cracked as I teared up, but Paige leaned forward and kissed me at that point anyway.
"I've always been yours Em. I love you too." She pulled me against her again and we kissed longer and slower this time. I started to pull off her suit jacket just as she reached behind me and started to unzip my dress. Our mouths clashed as we ripped off each other's clothing. I accidently tore the sleeve on her button up shirt and she shredded my flimsy lace panties.
I tried to get off her pants, but only succeeded at unbuttoning and unzipping them, pushing them down her thigh muscles to gain access to her center. We fell onto the bed and entered each other with a swift determination to fill and be filled. Instead of crying out, she bit at my shoulder and I scratched her back. She drew back from my shoulder let out a moan at my scratching.
"I'll do whatever you want." I whispered. She moaned against my neck.
"I want us to come together." She said through gritted teeth. And even though we didn't quite hit the goal of coming together, the experience was somehow the most intimate of the entire day. After recovering, we both shed any remaining clothes and curled up together.
"That was…"
"Intimate?" I offered, stroking Paige's muscled stomach.
"Yeah. I mean it feels even better, knowing we are together." She was absentmindedly running her fingers through my hair as I cuddled against her.
"I completely agree. I really don't want this weekend to end." I added, kissing her neck.
"It will, but we are just getting started. I promise to stretch my holiday visits as long as I can." She assured me. I was proud of the life I was building for myself, but I couldn't wait to share more of it with Paige.
"I don't even want to go to sleep." I admitted. I wanted to relish every last moment we now had.
"You have to. We can get breakfast in the morning. And then hopefully spend part of the afternoon the same way we did this one before I drop you off at the airport." She hinted, tracing the curve of my hips before cupping my ass for emphasis.
"Pretty sure of yourself." I teased. She grabbed my face and kissed me roughly.
"I have developed a pretty healthy level of confidence in my abilities in the bedroom and otherwise." Despite my desire to not go to sleep, I drifted off in my girlfriend's arms quickly after our conversation.