I am kissing Zephyr Trist.
At first, I feel like it’s only me and I start to panic.
But then, he pulls my hips fully into his body and leans into the kiss.
It feels like Zephyr is everywhere.
His hands are in my hair.
His tongue is in my mouth.
His cock is still pressed up hard against me.
And it’s like years of want and wondering have all culminated in this very drunken moment.
When we do break apart, my lips are tingling from the pressure of our kiss.
We keep our faces close.
Then Zephyr whispers, “So, what now?”
I shake my head. “I havenoidea.”
“Kiss me while you figure it out,” he says.
NowthatI can oblige.
Our lips lock and I seem to float away.
* * *
I don’t know who brings us home. I think it’s a Lyft driver, but it could be a random stranger that we hopped in a car with and tipped.
I honestly have no idea.
Zephyr sneaks into my room behind me. Apparently, it’s not so difficult to sneak a guy onto my all-girls floor after all.
We kiss all the way into the room.
To my delight, Ashley is not here.
I text her and ask if she’s going to be back tonight, but I have no idea if any of my words are actually spelled in a readable way.
Zephyr kisses me all the way to my bed.
He takes me by the hips and props me onto the side of my mattress. He kisses my neck and I lose myself in the feel of his lips on my body.
Ashley texts me back and I reach for my phone.
I sigh in relief and tell Zephyr, “We have the room to ourselves tonight.”
I’m full of fear and booze and excitement.
“We don’t have to do anything,” Zephyr says, “if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” I tell him, reaching for his shirt. “I really want to.”
I have dreamed about having sex with Zephyr for so long. I have dreamed aboutanythingwith Zephyr for so long. I never thought it would actually happen, and now that the possibility is right here in front of me, there is no way that I am going to let it pass me by.