10. Kamryn
“So you and Mason survived Winter break not attached at the hip?” Sarah teases as she blows on her still drying nails.
She texted me a couple days before returning to campus for second semester that we’re due a roommate pamper session. I missed my best friend, so I agreed instantly.
“Hey, you set us up. I just want you to remember that.” The smile on my face is evident and I focus back on painting my toenails.
“Yeah, yeah. Invite me to the wedding and make me a godparent.”
A blush covers my entire face. “Winter break was hard. We texted non-stop and called each other on Christmas and New Years. I think my parents were glad when it was time for me to head back here.”
“You love sick girl,” Sarah’s laughter follows but dies down when she sees my face. “Really?”
“It’s getting there. I’m so…” My voice trails off as the thoughts that come to me when I think about Mason and I’s relationship. “I still get butterflies around him. He constantly makes me feel safe and protected. When I’m not with him, I’m always waiting for the next time I can be with him. I didn’t know relationships could be this easy.”
Sarah leans her head on my shoulder. “I’m happy for you bestie.”
“Thank you.”
It’s been a few days since my realization that I more than like Mason. Every time I’m with him the words threaten to come out like word vomit. But I hold them back because I know it’s not the right time.
I’m walking from the library when I see Liam walking out of the athletics building. “Hey, stranger.”
“Hey, Rynny. How are you?” Liam’s hug warms me from the unexpected chill in the south.
I feel like a bad friend. Liam and I haven’t been the friends we were since our arrangement and then when Mason and I started dating, our friendship took a backseat. That was the last thing I wanted. But flaunting my relationship around Liam didn’t seem fair.
“I’m good. Ready for this semester to get busy. Are you ready for baseball?”
“I’m so ready. You’re coming to the home opener, right?” The light in his eyes when seeing him talk about baseball warms me to my core.
I was always there at the first home game of every season.
“You still want me there?”
His eyes widen almost comically at my question. “Are you kidding? Of course I do. Whatever gave you the idea that I wouldn’t?”
“Well, for one we haven’t been the friends we were before everything happened. Two, we haven’t really talked in months. And three, I’m dating someone.” Those are the three biggest reasons.
“It would mean a lot to have you both in the stands,” Liam informs me with no hint of humor, just plain honesty.
“Okay. We’ll be there,” I start to walk away but move back, “It was good to see you, Liam.”
A soft smile plays on his face, “You, too Kamryn.”
It’s been five months since Mason and I started seeing each other. It hasn’t been as easy as we wanted though. We both knew what to expect.
Starting a relationship in the thick of football season and then right when Rush Week was set to start was tricky in itself. Add on the holiday breaks and our relationship was off to a slow start. But with time management skills we made our relationship work. We would wait for each other outside of our classes to get our daily fill of each other. Along texting each other non-stop as it was the best way to talk to each other when time was short.
But now that I am officially a member of Kappa Beta and football season is done until the fall, Mason and I have more time for each other. With it now being spring semester things are looking up for everyone.
“So what do you have planned for the summer?” Mason and I are walking to dinner and it’s still a little cold out so we’re not as wrapped up together as I’d like to be.
“Easy cowboy. It’s not even spring break yet.”
“I’m just trying to make some plans. Seeing into the future and all.”
His words stop me in my tracks. “The future? You see me in your future?”
Mason turns to face me. “Of course I do. Kamryn, I know we haven’t been together that long but I love you. I more than love you.”
My eyes glaze over at his admission. I knew I had been feeling something more than like for him for quite a while. “How do you know?”
“How do I know?” He looks up at the sky before looking back down at me. “When I’m not with you, I wonder when I’m going to be with you next. When I’m with you, I lock away every little thing you do. I’ve memorized your different little laughs, the way your nose crinkles when you don’t like something, the way you stick your tongue out while taking pictures, and the way you look at me like I could bring you the moon and the stars. Kamryn I have never felt this way about any girl that I’ve dated. And trust me, there have not been many. So, I want to spend the summer with you. I want to travel and explore new things with you. Kamryn, I love you.”
A tear escapes from the corner of my eye. “I love you too. So much.”
Mason places his thumb and index finger under my chin and gently tilts my head up. He lowers his lips to mine in a slow kiss. I grip his hips to pull him closer to me and tilt my head to deepen the kiss.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say between kisses.
“I thought you wanted food?” Mason asks me.
Shaking my head, I hook my fingers into his belt loop to keep him anchored to me, “Later.”
Mason looks around to see if anyone saw what we were doing. Once he notices that we’re in the clear, he leads us back to his dorm room. Luckily for us we don’t run into any of his teammates. We’ve had some very heavy make-out sessions and were both grateful for no interruptions. But tonight is the night that we give each other all of it. All of us.
Finally.
Once we’re in his room, Mason locks the door behind him and I turn around to face him while wringing my hands in front of me, a nervous tic that never went away. We both shed our jackets and beanies. For a few seconds we just stare at each other. And before losing all of my confidence, I walk over to Mason and bring his mouth down to mine.
Our tongues meet in a soft dance.
Rhythmic.
In sync.
That’s how I would describe this kiss. That’s how I would describe Mason and I. We’ve been in sync since we met.
Mason brings his hands up to my hips to pull me closer to him and then walks us to his bed. When the back of my legs hit the bed, Mason breaks the kiss.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to move too fast for you.”
I love that he’s so considerate of me. But I’m no virgin. He knows that. We took this slow for a reason. We wanted to get to know each other before we brought sex into our relationship. It’s made us as individuals strong, but made us as a couple even stronger.
So I answer him by pulling my shirt off and unclasping my bra. Leaving me completely bare from the waist up. Then slowly and torturously, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, then slowly pull them off. He’s still standing with his jaw slack eyes on my nipples that are pointed from his stare. I start pulling up the hem of his shirt to start with and with his height can only pull it up so much. When Mason tosses his shirt to the side, I place kisses on each of his pecks, flicking my tongue over his nipples; then travel up tasting and teasing him. I linger on his collarbones, and then trail kisses and nibbles up his neck. Mason’s breathing has sped up and I feel his erection through his jeans.
Before I trail up to his jaw, Mason hooks his hand behind my neck and brings his lips to mine. His mouth assaults mine and I welcome it. Not breaking the kiss, he quickly sheds his jeans and then his hands trail down my body to cup my backside picking me up so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Slowly he lowers us to the bed and is careful not to crush me from his weight.
“Are you sure?” He asks again.
Instead of responding, I hook my toes into the waistband of his boxer briefs and push them down. I bring my hand between our bodies, rubbing my thumb over the tip of him, feeling the wetness of pre-cum. Mason moans while I work him up and down, and circling the tip of him. He thrusts into my hand while he lathes my neck in kisses and nips of his teeth.
After I slow down and release him he continues his trail down my body. He pays equal attention to my nipples. With his mouth and tongue sucking my nipple to a hard peak, his other hand pinches and rolls my nipple until I’m panting and squirming beneath him. His mouths attention goes to my other nipple until I feel like I could come like this.
“Baby I’m gonna come,” I pant out.
“Do it,” he commands me as he continues the suction of his tongue and pinches my nipple with his other hand. He adds the right amount of pressure and I fly.
An explosion of color bursts behind my eyelids as I come.
But he doesn’t let up.
“Let’s go for number two,” he says as he slides down my body and off the bed pulling me with him so I’m hanging off. Kisses are peppered down my body and to my lower stomach as he places my legs over his shoulder. With his eyes locked on my own, he swipes his tongue from entrance to clit, before latching on my clit.
“You’re so good at this,” I moan out.
He looks back up at me and holding my stare he pushes a finger into my entrance. I clench around his finger as his tongue continues lapping at my clit. Mason adds another finger and makes the slow come-hither motion that has me moaning out his name.
His fingers continue stroking my walls as he sucks on my clit. “Relax for me baby,” Mason instructs as he adds a third finger. The fullness is indescribable.
His fingers start pumping in and out of me. Stroking me as if it were his dick instead of his fingers. The obscene sounds my pussy makes as he pumps his fingers in me, has a rush of wetness coming. He holds eye contact as he curls his fingers inside me all while sucking on my clit. The moment has me coming against his face.
Mason extends my orgasm as he continues pumping his fingers and sucking on my clit. “Yes baby. Make a mess all over my face.” His mouth and tongue make my orgasm last longer than ever. The sensation is never ending as Mason continues to draw my orgasm out.
He slows down his movements and places kisses on my inner thighs. Trailing them up my body. He rests his forehead on my stomach before pulling away from my body. Confidence oozes from him as he opens his nightstand drawer to grab a condom.
When we had the talk all those months ago, we still decided that condoms were staying in our relationship. Neither of us are ready for the step that’s bigger than either of us. Do I see that in our far future? Yes.
My heart feels as if it’s about to burst out of my chest. We’ve played with and teased each other. Learned each other’s bodies. Learned what’s made us lose control. I thought Liam was big, but he has nothing on Mason. It’s no wonder he prepped me. He’s massive.
When he turns around, he holds eye contact as he rolls the condom on. The intimacy with that look speaks volumes. Mason climbs back on the bed and kisses me while settling between my thighs. He breaks the kiss and looks to me for one last confirmation. I tilt my hips up to meet him and that’s all the answer he needs. He lines himself up at my entrance and slowly pushes in, inch by inch.
“Oh god!” I moan out.
“Just me,” Mason claims as he gives me time to adjust to his size. His hips flex as he continues to enter me. “You’re so tight, baby.”
“And you’re so big,” his responding smirk has me chuckling. The small movement is intense so I stop instantly.
“Can I move?” He asks once he’s filled me completely. His breaths are coming in quick spurts.
“Yes. Please.”
Mason pulls out slowly and pushes back in. My arousal coating him as he sets a rhythm and after a while I feel it building. Lifting my hips to meet his thrusts makes him feel deeper.
“Harder Mason.”
And he does, because I know he wants to too. He hooks my leg over his shoulder causing him to slide deeper as his thrusts continue their punishing rhythm. My breathing has sped up and a light sheen of sweat has formed on both of us. I drag my nails down his back urging him on. I’m so wound up and I know Mason can tell.
Letting my leg go, he pulls himself up to his knees, lifts my hips off the bed and pounds into me. My body feels weightless in his hands as I feel another orgasm on the horizon.
“Your pussy hugs my cock so well,” Mason grinds out.
I clench around him. The angle hitting the right spot that takes my breath away.
He brings his hand between us and rubs my clit. And that’s all it takes for me to scream out his name.
“That’s it, love. Come for me,” he encourages.
My orgasm takes my breath away. Mason comes as I clench around him and then I feel him widening inside of me.
His thrusts become erratic and more punishing. Drawing our climaxes out for as long as possible. When he’s spent, he collapses on top of me. I rake my nails up and down his back to slow his breathing down.
“I love you,” he says when he pops his head out of the crook of my neck.
“I love you too,” I tell him and smack a kiss on his lips.
He starts to get off me but I don’t want him to, so I try to lock my arms tighter.
“Babe I have to throw the condom away.”
I groan but let him get up anyway.
Before Mason gets back in bed, he walks over to the sink in the corner of the room and wets a washcloth. Walking back over to the bed in all his naked glory, he swipes the washcloth between my legs and wipes himself off as well. Tossing the washcloth in the hamper, he pulls his boxers back on and hands me his shirt to wear.
And for the rest of the night we lay in his bed. With the TV on for background noise and talking about anything and everything. Making love more times than I can count. And no sooner than not, I drift off to sleep.
Summer break is officially here! My last final was the hardest out of all my classes and my brain is officially fried! I’m ready for an academic break.
“Hey, baby! How was your last final?” Mason asks when I plop down in a chair next to him in the cafeteria. My head lands on his shoulder and I finally feel myself relax. “That bad huh?” Mason says with a chuckle.
“Why was it a requirement for me to take physics again? My brain is fried. My eyes have never seen so many terms or equations in my life. And I think I may end up having nightmares about that final.”
Mason places a kiss on my temple. The gesture is so him, that my heart weeps.
“The only thing you should be dreaming about is the white sandy beaches that we’ll be surrounded by for the next month.”
It takes a minute for my brain to register what he just announced. My head pops up. “We got the beach house?!”
“We sure did. We leave next week. That should give us both time to go home and grab beachy clothes and not school-y clothes.”
I give him a loud kiss on the lips. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I need to go pack up my stuff. Bye!” With one last kiss I sprint to my dorm room.