shiksa who’s slumming before getting her emarress degree.”
“Her what?” I asked.
“M. R. S. Missus. You know, girls who aren’t really getting a degree, just husband-hunting, and I don’t think I qualify, or want to.”
Everett chuckled. “That’s something we don’t have to worry about.”
“No, what with you two already being practically married,” Jacob joked. He offered a low-five as Everett shifted to sitting on the floor, folding his legs in front of himself. “Don’t get up on my account.”
Everett laughed. Jacob offered a quick hug as I led him to the door. “Stick to your guns, Reid. We’ll save the world from these dirty imperialists one day.”
I watched him trot down the hallway before closing the door, almost afraid to be alone with Everett. Jacob seemed to provide a buffer between us, and now he was gone for the night.
After closing the door, I returned to his desk. “You didn’t have to skewer me in front of him,” I muttered.
“Reid.”
I didn’t respond.
“Giraffe.”
“Yes?”
“Debate is the attempt at objective argument. It’s not about personal feelings.”
“Fine.” I closed my books as if I might leave. He knew I wouldn’t.
“Come ‘ere.”
I hesitated, then relented, walking across his small room, his little universe, then settled down on the floor next to him. He wrapped an arm around me, offered a light kiss to my forehead.
“Nobody else knows how much you love the planet, and trees in particular.” He grinned, knowing that remark spoke volumes, not just about my hopes, but our own intimate past.
“I know,” I whispered. “It’s just … you get so …cold when you argue.”
“It’s not cold. It’s practical.”
“So, you’re like your parents. You’re a Republican.”
“No. I’m not defining myself by them.”
“But you’re conservative.”
“Not in the way you think.”
Everett held me closer, but then gestured with his arm, waving above us. “The argument is outside us. That’s how it works. The emotion,” he pressed his hand to my chest, “stays inside. It’s fragile.”
I kissed him. He tasted of the cookies we’d been eating. I shifted my mouth across his jaw. His beard stubble sent a surge of desire through me. We adjusted the pillow, but I could sense his discomfort as I moved to lay atop him.
“You wanna move up to the bed?”
“No, let’s do it here,” he grinned. “Just get a few more pillows.”
I stood, tossed a few from the bed toward him, which he caught. “And a towel.” I walked to the bathroom.
“And some lube!” he called out.
“Anything else? Dessert? Coffee?”
“Your butt.”
“Coming right up,” I replied, as I stripped off my clothes, and helped him yank down his sweatpants.
As we jostled and repositioned ourselves, kissing and licking, we gradually ended up in one of Everett’s other preferred positions; me straddling his chest, teasing him by flapping my erection toward his mouth, his eager tongue darting toward it, then me finally succumbing to his grunting moans of pleasure as I plunged in and out. It seemed strange, feeling a surge of lust at the sight of my own body distorting his cheeks, that perfect face.
His reach upward toward my own face confused me.
“Your ears turn so red when you get excited.”
He held them like handles, pulled me downward for a kiss, until I leaned back up. Behind and under me, he stealthily lubed up a few fingers and gently, then insistently, probed up inside me.
“Ow, jeez.”
“Hello.”
As he found that tingle-inducing spot, as I gave myself to him, letting him have his way again, I became overwhelmed, not by the familiarity, and not by his expertise.
What brought me to an almost tearful explosion was the shock that, after all this time, I still barely knew who he was.
Chapter 12
December, 1980
Mountains parted for us, rivers conjoined with us, tiny towns approached and were forgotten through our drive across
“Her what?” I asked.
“M. R. S. Missus. You know, girls who aren’t really getting a degree, just husband-hunting, and I don’t think I qualify, or want to.”
Everett chuckled. “That’s something we don’t have to worry about.”
“No, what with you two already being practically married,” Jacob joked. He offered a low-five as Everett shifted to sitting on the floor, folding his legs in front of himself. “Don’t get up on my account.”
Everett laughed. Jacob offered a quick hug as I led him to the door. “Stick to your guns, Reid. We’ll save the world from these dirty imperialists one day.”
I watched him trot down the hallway before closing the door, almost afraid to be alone with Everett. Jacob seemed to provide a buffer between us, and now he was gone for the night.
After closing the door, I returned to his desk. “You didn’t have to skewer me in front of him,” I muttered.
“Reid.”
I didn’t respond.
“Giraffe.”
“Yes?”
“Debate is the attempt at objective argument. It’s not about personal feelings.”
“Fine.” I closed my books as if I might leave. He knew I wouldn’t.
“Come ‘ere.”
I hesitated, then relented, walking across his small room, his little universe, then settled down on the floor next to him. He wrapped an arm around me, offered a light kiss to my forehead.
“Nobody else knows how much you love the planet, and trees in particular.” He grinned, knowing that remark spoke volumes, not just about my hopes, but our own intimate past.
“I know,” I whispered. “It’s just … you get so …cold when you argue.”
“It’s not cold. It’s practical.”
“So, you’re like your parents. You’re a Republican.”
“No. I’m not defining myself by them.”
“But you’re conservative.”
“Not in the way you think.”
Everett held me closer, but then gestured with his arm, waving above us. “The argument is outside us. That’s how it works. The emotion,” he pressed his hand to my chest, “stays inside. It’s fragile.”
I kissed him. He tasted of the cookies we’d been eating. I shifted my mouth across his jaw. His beard stubble sent a surge of desire through me. We adjusted the pillow, but I could sense his discomfort as I moved to lay atop him.
“You wanna move up to the bed?”
“No, let’s do it here,” he grinned. “Just get a few more pillows.”
I stood, tossed a few from the bed toward him, which he caught. “And a towel.” I walked to the bathroom.
“And some lube!” he called out.
“Anything else? Dessert? Coffee?”
“Your butt.”
“Coming right up,” I replied, as I stripped off my clothes, and helped him yank down his sweatpants.
As we jostled and repositioned ourselves, kissing and licking, we gradually ended up in one of Everett’s other preferred positions; me straddling his chest, teasing him by flapping my erection toward his mouth, his eager tongue darting toward it, then me finally succumbing to his grunting moans of pleasure as I plunged in and out. It seemed strange, feeling a surge of lust at the sight of my own body distorting his cheeks, that perfect face.
His reach upward toward my own face confused me.
“Your ears turn so red when you get excited.”
He held them like handles, pulled me downward for a kiss, until I leaned back up. Behind and under me, he stealthily lubed up a few fingers and gently, then insistently, probed up inside me.
“Ow, jeez.”
“Hello.”
As he found that tingle-inducing spot, as I gave myself to him, letting him have his way again, I became overwhelmed, not by the familiarity, and not by his expertise.
What brought me to an almost tearful explosion was the shock that, after all this time, I still barely knew who he was.
Chapter 12
December, 1980
Mountains parted for us, rivers conjoined with us, tiny towns approached and were forgotten through our drive across
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