“I only believe in practicing safe sex,” I quip.
“I hear you on that one. Now lie back,” he commands now that he is primed and ready. I do as he commands and he rests my legs on his shoulders and drives in deep in one long stroke.
“Ahh, you’re so deep,” I sigh.
“Enjoy it baby,” he groans. I let out a soft pant with each deep thrust.
“Let me ride you,” I murmur. He lets me part my legs and then he lies flat on me and rolls us over and I climb on top of him.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” I moan as I grind my sensitive nub down on him with each stroke. I can tell I can get myself there now. Gunner grips my hips and his fingers dig into my cheeks pulling me onto him over and over. Groans, sighs and pants fill the room, my palms are pressed on his chest for leverage as I pump down on him, I’m just about to…
“Ahhhh,” I shudder collapsing down onto his chest and with two more thrusts, he pulses into me, going over the edge. My heart is racing and I’m breathless.
“That was spectacular,” Gunner sighs out.
“Yes, very satisfying,” I giggle.
“Glad I could be of service,” he laughs. His clock has hit my bewitching hour of 1:00am.
“Hey, I’ll get going.”
“Where do you live?” he asks.
“Around the corner on Severance.”
“I’ll walk you home,” Gunner says as we both look around for our clothes and get dressed. We head downstairs. There are quite a few people still here, but the party is winding down and the place looks like a tornado blew through here.
Once we get to the front door of my building Gunner leans in for a kiss.
“Can I get your number?” he asks.
“Sure.” He pulls out his cell and I tell him my number. We say our goodnights and I take the stairs up to our apartment.
“Did you score Close Encounter number two?” I hear Clarissa ask when I walk into our dark bedroom.
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” I laugh.
“Well,” she presses.
“Yes, with Gunner Simpson. He’s a Sigma Chi and unlike you, I reveal my Close Encounter’s names,” I tease the secretive Clarissa Clarkson.
“Did you get your souvenir?”
“No, I forgot. You will have to take my word for this one,” I reply.
“We can use the honor system, plus Kara and Lexi both saw you going upstairs with him,” she giggles.
“I saw you go upstairs with old Jason Bancroft. Did you have another Close Encounter tonight?” I ask curiously.
“No,” is all Clarissa answers.
“He likes you,” I say, trying to get her to divulge more.
“We’re friends, nothing more, nothing less,” she says, exasperated with me.
“Whatever you say,” I tease.
“Goodnight Deena.” And she rolls over pulling the blankets over her head.
FIVE
DEENA
Kara and I are thrilled to be chosen as one of the thirty finalists. We’re back at tryouts again today. We have to choreograph our own routine to perform in front of the judges.
We went from over 100 girls down to 30 today. Then they will choose the top nine to fourteen girls to be USC Song Girls. From looking around I could pick out the top 15. I’ve been in enough beauty pageants to know the drill. I could tell when I listed the beauty pageants I had won on the registration form, that it impressed them.
When it is my turn to perform in front of the panel of judges, I’m so nervous. I can’t mess up I tell myself. After a flawless performance, I’m hopeful. It was a long afternoon in the hot sun and Kara and I decide to grab salads from the Commons for dinner.
When we get home Clarissa is getting ready to go out.
“Where are you off too?” I ask her.
“Out to dinner with a friend,” she says, being vague as usual.
“Will you be home tonight?”
“Don’t wait up for me,” she says with a wink.
“Clarissa how many different guys have you slept with lately?” I query.
“I will tell you at the end of the four weeks,” she says.
“Damn girl, you have me so curious. You know you’re my only competition so far?”
“Curiosity killed the cat. See you tomorrow,” she says on her way out the door. I wish I could follow her to see where she’s going and with whom. Maybe I will just have to follow her one of these days.
*****
It’s been two days since the 30 finalists performed for the judges and I’m on pins and needles tonight while I wait for THE big phone call I hope to receive at any moment. Staring at my phone, willing it to ring…come on…come on…phone ring. When it actually does start to ring, at first I’m startled, but then I freeze for a split second with a look of panic across my face.
“Answer it!” Kara yells at me.
“Hello,” I say picking up the phone.
“Hello Deena, You are officially a USC Song Girl, congratulations!”