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My heart was pounding against my chest when I got into the elevator. I felt myself becoming breathless as I walked down her floor, looking for her room number. I swallowed with anticipation as I stood in front of her door and knocked.
Finally, when the door opened, my mind immediately went blank. Whatever I was thinking or was going to say had exited from the premise of my brain as I stood motionlessly at her doorstep.
There she was, dressed in nothing but a black oversized sweater with the words "CELINE" printed in white capital letters right across her chest that stopped right above her knees, showing off her slender legs. Her hair was partially wet, and her skin was glowing. The cherry scent of her body wash invaded my nostrils.
No words were exchanged between us. Instead, she moved aside, permitting me to enter her dorm. It was medium-sized. Her desk, bookshelf and bed were placed right next to each other near the window. In the far-left corner was her closet. It was your standard dorm for a typical university student.
The moment I heard the sound of her door being closed and locked; I wasted no time and gently pushed her against it, crashing my lips against hers.
I pressed my arm right above her head and moved my hand to her neck as I deepened the kiss. I placed my knee between her legs. I pulled away so I could have a good look at her. She stared back with hooded eyes burning with lust and desire and her mouth hanging slightly ajar. I brushed my thumb against her lower lip.
I didn't know if I was dreaming because everything felt so surreal. It was hard to believe that I was standing in front of her in her dorm about to do something crazy – something I promised myself I'd never do. I was going to violate and cross a boundary I had placed for myself and the people I was involved with. If I was going this route, there was no going back.
But then again, I had crossed that boundary twice already and I doubt if I had anything to lose.
I kissed her several times over, slowly and sensually. She moaned, moving her lips rhythmically with my own. Her hands were in my hair, tugging it and brushing my scalp with her slender fingers. I shivered and groaned as I felt my pants becoming tighter. Our heads were switching positions after every two minutes or so. The kiss grew hotter as our hands roamed each other's bodies. Our breaths became rushed and uneven.
