Page 42 of Walk the Line

“That’s the best thing I’ve done all night,” I say honestly.

She sets her eyes on me, and a pang of loss comes over me as she begins to follow the room with them as she asks, “What else have you been doing tonight?”

“Solving equations in my head.”

“Is that like a kink for you, or…” I can tell she’s dead serious about her question by the thoughtful look on her face. I’m sure she’s trying to imagine it, which is an idea that has me letting out another one of those dumb giggles. Her brain is probably the only place where Statistics has some semblance of interest.

“Nah, I just study Statistics. But hey, if you want to make it a kink…”

“I can’t think of anything that would put me to sleep faster. Is that kinky enough for you?”

Now I’m really laughing, and her confused but amused face as I do is just setting me off even more. I regain composure after a while, and ask, “What about you?”

“Sociology.”

We’re talking. She’s talking to me. I’m ready to keep going, see how far we can go with this conversation because it’s giving me more of her.

I’m quickly distracted by the sight of the faint mark on the bottom of her dress. Symbols of both of our pleasure lingering on her for the rest of the night is enough for me to place a firm hand on my dick and will it into behaving, because I’m sure I could come again many more times here.

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud voice chiming in from outside. “Hope you guys are still alive!”

I stand to my feet in a hurry and get my clothes back on as fast and as best I can in this dark room.

Kaylah smooths down her clothes at the same moment the door opens, and Daniel appears.

“How was it, you two?” he asks.

“We’re the best of friends, now,” Kaylah is quick to say as she smiles mischievously yet somehow also innocently at me.

I co-sign her words with, “Couldn’t think of a better co-captain for me.”

Daniel looks between us for a few seconds, a look of amusement slowly rising on his face as he nods, seemingly to himself. I honestly don’t know how it came to be that I’m living with someone as strange as him. He lets out a laugh and then steps out of the way, and I let Kaylah take the lead.

I seem to like it that way, after all.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KAYLAH

I have to wonder sometimes what drives me to make the decisions I make.

I thought just one time with Julius would be enough for me.

Yet, it’s been about two hours since we gave into each other in a dark room and now I’m lost again.

I know it doesn’t need to be that deep, and it isn’t, which is exactly why I should probably stop doing it.

We’re not breaking any rules by having sex with each other, a fact I made sure to check in the team guidelines that was sent to us at the beginning of term.

But there’s already so much friction between me and most people on the team, and a lot of that is because they don’t think I deserve to be on it, let alone Captain.

They might just feel like they’ve had their point proven if they find out what Julius and I have been doing, despite the fact it only started after I got my title.

I’m just in a weird space where such few things feel good, that I want to hold on to the ones that do, and him making me come feels good.

I already know know it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, but it’s not exactly like the bar has been set very high when my past experiences have been…fine.

There are women out there who are having orgasms everyday. I used to think about how lucky they are, considering the fact that a lot of men don’t know where the clit is. And if they do know where it is, they don’t exactly put that knowledge to good use.