musings on a (not so) flat chested girl -- part four

The day after Dakota and I went out she had to drive back to San Marcos and go to work. She worked as a delivery girl for Papa John's Pizza. We talked a couple of times during the day, and when she would go out on deliveries, she would call me and put the phone in her pocket when she was at the door of a customer. I could practically hear the young college guys fawning over the hot delivery girl while I was on hold, but instead of inspiring jealousy in me it felt good to be a part of a little secret between us, the kind of thing that I imagined real couples shared.

After she got off work she drove back to Austin and Dakota, Garrick and I decided on settling in to watch a DVD, Igby Goes Down. Dakota and I were sitting next to each other on the couch, Garrick was in his reclining chair. Halfway through the movie, Dakota and I started making out. Garrick looked over and noticed.

"Here I am, enjoying this movie, and I look over to comment about it and these two are making out!"

He wasn't mad, though. He wasn't even annoyed in the slightest by something so disrespectful. It's one thing to make out in public, it's another thing to do so in front of your friend on his couch. So the movie continued along with the sporadic make out session. When the movie was over we all agreed that it was a great film and Garrick headed off to bed. Now it was just me and Dakota. Toby was at work, Garrick safely away in his own room. Dakota and I picked up where we left off during the movie and attempted to find a comfortable position on the couch. Clothes quickly ended up on the floor, although I kept my shirt on in order to feel less naked. I tried my best to think about baseball, which, from what I learned from movies and television was a good way to keep one from getting overly excited. However, all I actually found myself doing was thinking about the word "baseball," over and over again. It worked well enough as a distraction from what I was told of my performance. She confessed that I almost brought her to orgasm. I couldn't help but focus on the word "almost," so I blurted out that it was my first time. She stopped and said "What, what? Really?" I assured her that it was true. She replied that I was talented. The word "almost" ceased to exist in that moment. Given the circumstances and the fact that it all took place on a ripped up leather couch in the middle of a friend's apartment, I was beaming with pride. While the two of us put some clothes back on, she made note of my shirt remaining on the entire time, tugged at it and tauntingly said "shirt" under her breath. She got up to go to the bathroom wearing her Hello Kitty panties and asked me if I liked her ass. I said yes, of course, but she replied that I probably like it better with her underwear on. I wasn't sure that I could like a woman's ass "more" or "less" regardless of the adornment of clothing so I refrained from talking any more and just watched her walk. When she returned she joined me on the couch and we attempted to fall asleep, but due to the small space we shared and the fact that I was sharing that space with such a beautiful woman, I couldn't do anything but think about my incredibly dumb luck for the rest of the night.

Toby came home at some ungodly hour during the night and left early in the morning to return to work. Since his room was empty and he had a comfortable king sized bed, we moved in there. We laid down on his bed for a few minutes, and then went right back at it. I wasn't as lucky as I had been the night before, so things were over quickly. I restrained myself from apologizing and tried to enjoy the moment no matter how long the moment lasted. We walked out of Toby's room to find Garrick sitting in his chair watching football on TV. I couldn't help but give him a little smile, and he smiled back. I was happy that he didn't say anything that men have a tendency to say with regards to sex, something that I had heard from other roommates about their conquests, along the line of "fucking the shit out of" some girl. I confessed to him that we had had sex on his couch and I apologized. He didn't mind. He said he figured we did that anyway. And it's not like he hadn't had sex on that couch as well, which made me feel sorry for all the unsuspecting guests that had been sitting on it over the years.

Dakota and I went out to get some breakfast burritos for the three of us and returned to the apartment to chat with Garrick and watch a football game on TV. After a couple of hours Dakota had to go back to San Marcos and she asked me to go home with her. I asked Garrick if I could borrow his car and he said yes as long as I promised to return it by 1:00 pm the next day. I said, "No problem!" and hopped in Garrick's car to follow Dakota to her apartment.