Anita stayed up in her room late into evening, well after everyone else was fast asleep. She read her assigned books, which for her, meant sliding a palm down the page sideways, in a smooth, motion, creating a mental photograph of each line. She had already memorized it, but she enjoyed rereading her books.
They had one more day to register, before their classes began.
Anita glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight. She could hear faint whooping, laughter, and Great Balls of Fire blaring on a student's transistor radio, on the campus.
This was the last time the students could relax on their own, so many took advantage of it with fun gatherings. Anita was in no mood to hear a party. She had her pajamas on, soft pink flannel pants and shirt. She was preparing to go to bed soon.
Anita got up to shut her window. As she grabbed the ledge, Nathan propped himself up, making her jump.
"Nathan! You rattled me." she whispered, catching her breath.
"Just what are you doing here?"
In answer, he hoisted himself in and leaned into a kiss.
"I came to see you, of course." he said, pulling himself in the rest of the way.
His eyes betrayed his intentions, darker even than the brown-black they were naturally.
He slid his hand around her waist and tugged her against him, kissing her more deeply.
As much as she hated to, she pulled back, looking questioningly into his eyes.
"Nathan- Are you certain this is a good idea?"
He simply nodded and pulled a rubber out of his pocket. "I'll take care of you. I've missed you, so so much...If you don't want to-" he said bringing his face down to hers, gently touching his forehead to her own.
"-I've missed you too, Nathan." she said quietly, giving him another lingering kiss.
He held her tightly, her body flush against his own. She could feel how eager he was. In-between kisses, Nathan unbuttoned his shirt, shedding it from his shoulders.
Anita took a step back and pulled her pajama-top up over her head.
They returned to kissing, while Nathan's hands wandered over her bra.
Nathan walked her backwards to her desk, until her bottom bumped the edge. He lifted her up by her waist and they both flopped onto her bed with a bounce. They both giggled and 'shhssh'ed each other, before continuing.
Anita reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Nathan helped her remove it and tossed it to the floor.
Anita propped herself back on her elbows, accidentally knocking one of her books to the floor with loud thump.
They both froze, listening for movement in the house.
Satisfied that everyone was still asleep, they smiled at each other and began to kiss again. Anita parted her legs, and looked up at him, her eyes steady with clear confident arousal. Nathan lowered himself between them, his expression an open book of his needs. His eyes were shining, betraying his deep desire for her.
He rolled his hips, in a slow steady rhythm.
Anita arched her back and let out a soft moan. They twined together like vines, moving in a steady incrementally increasing rhythm for a while, -their hands exploring each others' bodies with abandon. They made out like the teenagers, they were.
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Historical Fiction[EDITORS' CHOICE, June 2020][#1 History June 2020] -- Five black students make history as the first to integrate a prestigious school for gifted students in 1950's Vermont. One student, Anita Prescott, is a young girl whose strength and leadership...
