It sends a thrill of pure joy up and down my spine to know that she’s been looking forward to seeing me just as much as I’ve been anticipating it.
I tap on the glass windowpane, and Cynthia’s eyes light up when she sees me. She gives me a wave. I grin and beckon her in. There’s a spring in her step as she pushes her bike onwards.
When I reach my backdoor, she’s locking up her bike against the post. Then she turns towards me and practically runs across the drive. I lead her into my house.
I don’t even wait for her to remove her jacket before I pounce on her, yanking her into my arms and showering kisses across her face.
Cynthia lets out a little shriek of laughter as I maneuver her towards the couch. We collapse together, and she crawls over me like an eager puppy, until she’s straddling my lap. I kiss her deeply, inhaling the floral scent of her hair and noting how her cheeks are rosy and tinged with the chilly spring air.
It’s a comfort to know it’s still cold out. The weather stays chilled all the way through April in Upstate New York, and I know that as long as there’s still a slight nip in the air, Cynthia and I still have time. Once the sun is out on a consistent basis, and once the days begin to warm, that’s when I’ll start to worry. Because warm weather means the approaching summer. Warm weather means Cynthia’s graduation and her imminent move to medical school. Once the weather is warm, the two of us will have to actually start thinking about the future.
Cynthia runs her hands up and down my chest and starts to nuzzle my neck. I glide my hands over her back and settle them on her denim-clad hips.
“How was your day?” I ask her.
“Good.” Cynthia leans back and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “But too long.”
“You missed me?”
She cocks her head and gives me a sultry grin. “Obviously. I don’t get it, how can I be so addicted to you in such a short time.”
Her words make me want to take her right there on the couch. I want her addicted to me. I want her to be unable to leave me, not even for a few hours.
I grip her bottom and pull her even tighter against my body. She skims her delicate fingers across my beard before placing them on either side of my head and leaning down to kiss me.
I let her explore my mouth with little flicks of her tongue. She grows bolder once she realizes I’m letting her take the lead, and she even dares to nibble at my bottom lip a bit.
Cynthia lets out a small moan against my mouth and then she starts to grind her hips up and down. My cock grows hard at her movements.
At last I can’t hold back from rolling over so she’s flipped on her back, and I’m hovering above her on the couch. I slide my hand under her shirt and start to massage her breast, wondering how her flesh could be even softer and lovelier than I remember.
Cynthia opens her thighs and wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me closer against her. We lose ourselves in the kissing and groping for a while. I let myself enjoy it. Not everything has to go straight to sex right away. I want Cynthia to know the whole range of sensual touching.
After several minutes, I pull away and sit up. Cynthia sits up as well, her hair sticking on end, and her chest gasping for breath.
I push a curl out of her face. “That was nice.”
She nods.
She curls her legs under her, and it makes me indescribably happy to see her sitting so comfortably in my home.
“Nate, I have a question,” she asks.
I smile. If I’m not distracting her with kisses or touches, her mind is always whirring at the speed of light, and I adore it. She never just kicks back and blanks out. She’s always thinking.
“Ask away,” I say.
“Is it always like this?” she asks. “I mean, when you have sex with someone, is there always this...magentic pull between people? Like how we can’t seem to keep away? Or does it just feel that strong because you’re my first?”
I was wondering when she would ask about this. I’ve known since the start that we have an incredibly high amount of raw sexual chemistry.
“It’s not always like this,” I say. “Yes, lust is common, but in my experience, it’s not quite as strong as our connection.”
“Why?” Cynthia asks.
I shrug. “This may be hard for you, as a medical student, to wrap your head around, but there’s not always a cleancut biological reason.”
“I’m not a total numbers-obsessed emotionless vacuum.” Cynthia laughs and swats my shoulder with her palm. “It’s just new to me, and it seems we have this pull that’s a bit...more intense than I expected.”
“Yeawh, it is,” I say. “And it’s not common. Cynthia, I haven’t been this attracted to and distracted by a woman in years and years.
Cynthia’s eyes widen at the compliment. “Really?”
“Really.” I put my hand behind her neck and pull her towards me for one last kiss.
Then I rise to my feet.
“I’m going to start making dinner,” I say. “You’re free to study here or in another room. Or you can chat with me.”
“You don’t need any help?” she asks.
“No, bachelors are better at cooking than anyone knows,” I say. “Besides, I’m cooking for you, you’re not
