Submission

The day starts like any other except with no plans. I text one of the classmates that I've been talking to on and off for a couple of months now to see if he wants to meet up. He agrees and I shower and get ready.

While in the shower, I let the hot steamy water caress my skin and as I move to my hair, I feel the water trickling down my spine like a gentle kiss; it feels like heaven.

After I get out, I put on my cutest outfit, something casual but color coordinated. I order an Uber and await for him to arrive.

Once I actually arrive at the coffee shop, I notice that there is no one around. I go to the cashier and place my order and wait awkwardly for him to show. I start to get nervous and sweaty. I lean against the counter waiting for my drink. I pose in a way that looks cool but casual.

He finally arrives and I don't expect him to look as good as he does. There's something about his hair, spiked up but not too gelled, and I can smell his cologne after he walks in due to the breeze. The oaky scent sends shivers down my spine.

"Hi."

He greets me so casual I have to remind myself to take deep breaths and play it cool.

"Hey. I'm really glad you made it!" I try to mask my excitement/ nervousness.

"We haven't seen each other in a while, and you're definitely a sight for sore eyes." He laughs in a way that causes every muscle in my body to relax.

Every gesture he makes, every sentence he speaks, everything about him screams perfection.

He goes to place his order as I receive mine. I go by the window and wait for him. I start to be glad that I layered because I can already feel the sweat from my armpits seeping into the fabrics.

After he orders, he joins me at the table and waits for his drink.

"I'm glad you texted, really. I've just been finishing up the last research project for the quarter."

I'm slightly relived he brought up school. The awkward nerd in me finds it easier to fit in and causes less awkward silences in the conversation.

"Oh? Sorry if I interrupted."

"No, no. I'm glad. Of all people, you were a pleasant surprise."

"Coffee for James," the barista calls.

"Be right back!"

I nervously start to fix my hair and I glance at the cashier. She is giving him googly-eyes and it makes every fiber of my being want to throw something at her. But I just remind myself to stay calm. Any more sweat and my shirt is going to be see through.

"Looks like you have an admirer," I joke as he sits back down.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"I think you're adored more anyhow." He gestures to my name on the cup.

"Riley"—she drew a heart on the "i."

"She probably just did that to get a better tip. Unfortunately for her, I always tip 20 percent."

He chuckles which I'm relieved at. I cringe at my last comment. I really couldn't have thought of anything other to say?

"So what about you? How's school going for you?"

"I... I'm actually debating dropping out?"

"What? Why's that?"

"Just... a lot going on right now. Juggling life and school has just caused a lot of strain."

"How do you mean?"

"As far as the bills go. They've gotten a bit too much to handle. Going to school is just something that I don't think I can sustain at this time."

"What do you want to do?"

The question stumped me. Am I supposed to have my entire life mapped out? Do I even know who I am?

"I... I don't know."

"Well then, I would just take it one day at a time. That's how I live."

His advice echos in my mind. "One day at a time..."

I'm glad that I texted him.

"Any plans for the rest of the day?" he queries.

"No, I was just gonna head home and probably clock some Xbox hours or chill."

"Oh, nice."

"Yeah. Relaxing. How about you?"

"Nothing planned, just seeing where the day takes me."

"Do you want to come over and hang?"

"Yeah, that sounds like it could be fun! I'm almost done with my drink anyhow."

We finish our drinks and when I go to throw mine away, I make eye contact with the barista who gives me a look of approval. I think she realized her mistake.

When we arrive at my apartment, he spots a bong and a grinder.

"Oh nice! I wasn't sure how you would feel about that!" He pulls out a bag of weed.

"Oh, I'm a huge stoner. I've been practicing lots of smoke tricks, too!"

"Maybe you could show me."

"Uhhh... they're a little... intimate."

He gets closer to me and whispers in my ear

"What makes you think I would mind?"

I feel pulsing vibrations of blood in every part of my body.

"Well, let's light up then. I'll let you do the honors."

He loads the grinder and starts grinding away as I put on music to calm down.

He then puts the ground up flower into the bong and lights half of it and hands it to me.

I light my half and inhale as much smoke as I can.

I put my mouth close to his and slowly exhale the smoke into his mouth, like a dry ice machine.

He inhales and kisses me and we exchange the smoke back and forth until it's gone.

"That was awesome! What other tricks do you have?"

I blush and grab the bong to get higher. High me and sober me are two different people.

"Do you mind if I change into shorts? I brought a gym bag."

I give him the thumbs up and point him to the bathroom.

After a few minutes (or two as time feels different now), he comes out with a tank top and basketball shorts.

Upon seeing him, I start to get a semi. The repressed closeted high school kid in me has a thing for gym wear. I inhale the last remaining smoke and blow it on him.

"Wanna dance?" I ask.

He grabs my hand and I turn around, grinding on him. I hear his soft moans of pleasure and it makes me grind on him even harder. He sits on the nearby chair as I get on my knees.

I start to caress his legs with my hands, moving up slowly to his thighs. I start to slowly kiss his inner thigh and he lets out slightly louder moans. I bite slightly into his thigh, causing him to tense up and grab my hair as he moans harder.

He grabs my hips and carries me into the bedroom. We start to make out as he pulls off his shorts, then I take off my jeans. Then our shirts.

He flips me over and kisses my neck and shoulders before sliding my boxers down from behind. I hear him remove his and start to unwrap a condom from his gym bag.

"You always carry that in your bag?"

"You never know. Better safe than sorry."

After a couple of minutes, he enters me. He is a lot bigger than I expected and I wince in pain for the first minute. After, he gently starts to slide himself in, deeper and deeper, causing me to moan in pleasure.

I become lost in pure ecstasy. Every thrust he makes sends shivers down my spine. Every minute is now heaven.

Before he cums, I feel it. His body tensing, his breath quickening, and a new warmth emitting from the condom.

After we're done, he throws the condom in the trash and kisses me.

I curl up beside him and rest my head on his chest as I fall peacefully asleep.

"Mind if I play your Xbox?"

"Make yourself at home."

He powers up the console and turns it to almost silent as he sifts through the different games as I remain as cozy as ever in his arms.

I could get used to this...