staring admiringly at her as they left.
***
That afternoon, after lunch, after talking after lunch for nearly two solid hours, they
returned to the place of their first mating, to the little motel off South Benn.
It wasn’t because of any fondness for the motel, Shay could still remember the spider
that lumbered across the bathroom floor, but it was the most convenient situation for both of
them. Going to Baltimore to Matty’s place, or checking into the only ritzy hotel in Dresden, a
hotel that overdid its’ service to the point of annoyance, wasn’t something either one of them
wanted to bother with. Besides, Matty had to meet up with Alex for the insufferable ball later
that night, and Shay was due at Stop Gap at seven. Neither had time for pomp and
circumstance.
She was stretched out naked on the bed when Matty stretched his own naked body on
top of her, and as soon as they touched, both of them shuttered. They loved these moments,
when they came together, and they never wanted these moments to end. Matty took it slow,
caressing her, kissing her, entering her with the skill of a man who knew what he was doing.
Shay closed her eyes and enjoyed his every touch. And when he was firmly in, and
began to gyrate her in that way of his that always heighted her sensuality, her body began to
gyrate, too. They moved in rhythm for a good long time, moved around and around, up and
down, side to side, making their own brand of music in the silence of the room.
And when they came, Matty arched his back in a kind of spasm that was so intense that
he thought he would pull every muscle in his body. He kept gyrating her, not ready to let it
end, although his come was so great, so intense, that he knew he couldn’t continue. He
collapsed, rolled over, and eventually, when she was ready, pulled her into his arms.
“Oh, Shay,” he said almost in tears, as he held her.
And when he dropped her back off at Devender Hall, kissed her goodnight and began to
drive away, waving even as he drove, Shay felt a kind of uncompromising elation that she
couldn’t hardly describe. She felt as if her life was finally coming together exactly the way she
wanted it to. She would have never imagined in a zillion years that within the span of that
selfsame night, the entire trajectory of that life, of her very relationship with Matty himself,
would change in ways, dramatic and sundry ways, that would leave both of them reeling.
SEVEN
She arrived back at the dorm after working at Stop Gap until eleven that night. Jessica and
Hector were in the room, lying across her bed, with Hector putting massaging oil on her curvy
legs. Although Jessica was laughing on her cell phone, undoubtedly talking to yet another one
of her “admirers,” Hector was staring, snarling at Shay.
Shay, however, ignored him, grabbed her shower bag and headed for the shower stalls
at the end of the hall. Hector, however, after a few minutes, his face growing angrier as he sat
there, stood to his feet.
Jessica looked at him. “Hold on, Frank,” she said into her cell phone, and then put it
down on the bed. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back, though,” Hector said, moving from side to side, unable to conceal his
anger.
Jessica stared at him, thought about Matty rejecting her offer to have breakfast with
him, thought about Shay driving around in a BMW when she was still catching the bus.
“Whatever,” she said, and went back to her phone conversation. Hector left the room in a
near-run.
A female was just leaving the shower room when he began walking up the hall in that
direction. As soon as she went into her dorm room and closed the door, he pounced, running
up to the shower room before he could be detected. First he opened the door quietly and
peeped inside. No-one was standing at the sinks. Then he slowly moved in, looked
underneath the toilet stalls, finding no-one, and then headed for the shower stalls in back,
where
***
That afternoon, after lunch, after talking after lunch for nearly two solid hours, they
returned to the place of their first mating, to the little motel off South Benn.
It wasn’t because of any fondness for the motel, Shay could still remember the spider
that lumbered across the bathroom floor, but it was the most convenient situation for both of
them. Going to Baltimore to Matty’s place, or checking into the only ritzy hotel in Dresden, a
hotel that overdid its’ service to the point of annoyance, wasn’t something either one of them
wanted to bother with. Besides, Matty had to meet up with Alex for the insufferable ball later
that night, and Shay was due at Stop Gap at seven. Neither had time for pomp and
circumstance.
She was stretched out naked on the bed when Matty stretched his own naked body on
top of her, and as soon as they touched, both of them shuttered. They loved these moments,
when they came together, and they never wanted these moments to end. Matty took it slow,
caressing her, kissing her, entering her with the skill of a man who knew what he was doing.
Shay closed her eyes and enjoyed his every touch. And when he was firmly in, and
began to gyrate her in that way of his that always heighted her sensuality, her body began to
gyrate, too. They moved in rhythm for a good long time, moved around and around, up and
down, side to side, making their own brand of music in the silence of the room.
And when they came, Matty arched his back in a kind of spasm that was so intense that
he thought he would pull every muscle in his body. He kept gyrating her, not ready to let it
end, although his come was so great, so intense, that he knew he couldn’t continue. He
collapsed, rolled over, and eventually, when she was ready, pulled her into his arms.
“Oh, Shay,” he said almost in tears, as he held her.
And when he dropped her back off at Devender Hall, kissed her goodnight and began to
drive away, waving even as he drove, Shay felt a kind of uncompromising elation that she
couldn’t hardly describe. She felt as if her life was finally coming together exactly the way she
wanted it to. She would have never imagined in a zillion years that within the span of that
selfsame night, the entire trajectory of that life, of her very relationship with Matty himself,
would change in ways, dramatic and sundry ways, that would leave both of them reeling.
SEVEN
She arrived back at the dorm after working at Stop Gap until eleven that night. Jessica and
Hector were in the room, lying across her bed, with Hector putting massaging oil on her curvy
legs. Although Jessica was laughing on her cell phone, undoubtedly talking to yet another one
of her “admirers,” Hector was staring, snarling at Shay.
Shay, however, ignored him, grabbed her shower bag and headed for the shower stalls
at the end of the hall. Hector, however, after a few minutes, his face growing angrier as he sat
there, stood to his feet.
Jessica looked at him. “Hold on, Frank,” she said into her cell phone, and then put it
down on the bed. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back, though,” Hector said, moving from side to side, unable to conceal his
anger.
Jessica stared at him, thought about Matty rejecting her offer to have breakfast with
him, thought about Shay driving around in a BMW when she was still catching the bus.
“Whatever,” she said, and went back to her phone conversation. Hector left the room in a
near-run.
A female was just leaving the shower room when he began walking up the hall in that
direction. As soon as she went into her dorm room and closed the door, he pounced, running
up to the shower room before he could be detected. First he opened the door quietly and
peeped inside. No-one was standing at the sinks. Then he slowly moved in, looked
underneath the toilet stalls, finding no-one, and then headed for the shower stalls in back,
where
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