Saintwood: Homecoming

Goodbye, High School

You’re wondering what happened when Ryan opened his letter? Well, he got waitlisted, which meant if someone decided not to attend school, he was next in line. I couldn’t understand why until he explained he applied late.

Frazier and Jordan would come to school before him but would be late since Charles had something for them to do. The girls and I would leave in a few months to get settled. We applied for dorms. It turned out to be a co-ed dormitory that shared a room with three guys with a bathroom separating us. Ryan and the other guys were not happy to hear about this. I tried to change room assignments for us, but they booked everything, excellent.

Ryan helped his dad out with a new hotel, which is opening. They gave him an assistant named Jules. I met her a few times, and she was attractive. I didn’t like her. She looked at Ryan like he was the prey, and she was ready to pounce at any minute.

Ryan assured me I had nothing to worry about, plus he would hang with the guys at the hotel more than anyone else. I didn’t care; I still didn’t trust her and hated her.

We made the most of our time and spent quality time together before I left. That meant in Ryan's room, in the shower, in the car, and in other places. Frazier said we were jackrabbits, trying to create little bunnies. His words, not mine.

Frazier and Marissa were together more than ever. They had the same sick, twisted sense of humor. They tossed water onto us the next morning after Ryan and I were sleeping buck naked in his bed. We locked the door after that.

That’s okay. We got Frazier back by blowing an air horn in his ear while he slept. He was a little deaf in his left ear for a few days. That serves him right, jackass.

Jordan and Elena took things to the next level and started dating. They were trickling. Some things happened before I had arrived that they hadn’t told me yet. I didn’t ask. I figure they would say to me when the time was right.

I was packing up my room to take items with me, and Ryan was sitting there looking at me with a somber mood. I walked over to him, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me onto his lap. “I can’t believe you are leaving in three days.”

“Yeah, but classes don’t start in a month, and we must get our schedules, books, and find our dorm. Plus, we want to get settled and learn our way around,” I explained.

“It seems like the summer started, and now it’s almost over,” he said.

I gave him a soft smile. “And as soon as a spot opens up, we’ll be together again.”

He looked up at me. “Yeah, but I will still miss you.”

He reached up and pulled me into a kiss. He got up and grabbed my hand. “Where are we going?” I asked as we left the room.

“You’ll see,” was his response.

“But I haven’t finished packing yet,” I whined.

“Stop whining. I’ll help you pack later,” Ryan ordered me.

With that, we hopped in his car and made our way out. He drove until we came to an open field. I looked around. “An open field, with nothing around, how romantic?” I gave him a strange look.

He grabbed the back of my head, smashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back, and his kiss turned more aggressive with more want in it. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He deepened his kiss, pulling me onto his lap.

I pulled away and looked at him.

“I want you, Alex,” he spoke in a low, husky voice.

With that, he pulled my head down, pressing his lips into mine. He opened my shirt, exposing my bra, pulling it up while easing his hand over my breasts. I leaned back as he took his hand and rubbed it down my body as he held my waist.

My arms fell to the side, and he explored my body. To feel his touch on my skin was heaven. It was firm but soft. I looked at him as he pulled out a foil pack, tearing it opened. I heard his zipper slide down, and he placed it on himself.

I continued to look at him as he moved his hands under my skirt and yanked my panties to the side. He pushed my body until I felt him slide inside of me.

He grabbed my hips and positioned them onto him as I let him move them back and forth. I leaned back, arching my back as he rubbed my skin. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my back. I moved my hands up to his muscles, feeling the definition.

As we moved together, I felt the passion that burned inside him at that moment. Then I couldn’t hold it anymore as he groaned, and I matched him. I buried my head in his neck, and he leaned his head on mine.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me. I knew why he brought me here. He wanted me to know he would miss me and didn’t want me to leave. I hated to go, but I knew we would be together again.

The next three days, he helped me pack, and I stayed with him. I hated leaving his arms, but soon he would have them around me again.

The guys helped us load up, and we kissed them all goodbye with us on our way. I watched as he stood there, staring at me, and once he was out of view, I turned around, and a tear fell on my cheek.