I'm in a vintage film. Laying in the backseat of a classic car while staring at his moonlit body iced with black shadows. There's a vast absence of color but the temperature compensates for it. Between the coolness that seeps from the lack of insulation mixed with the whirlwind of our heat, the humidity has cancelled out all of our reflections. My back is sweating against the seat and damn . . . Harry's forehead is too.

Many times, if not all, I imagine it’s my first time. I pay attention to every touch, every kiss and every stare. It’s refreshing and helps me not take anything for granted, or fall in a routine. Plus Harry always does something random to contribute to the new memory.

“You’re gonna want him bad,” his words slither as he bites his bottom lip.

“Take them off,” I say noticing the obvious erection before my eyes.

“No. I like it when your body screams for me. You begin to do this squirmy thing…” Harry starts to somewhat belly dance and I don’t know whether to laugh or be offended.

I laugh.

“I love your laugh.”

“I can’t help it when you do silly things.”

“Why do you think I do them?”

With the wiggle of his brows, I’m tempted to bite those enticing dimples right off his cheeks. I recover on my knees, meeting Harry’s gaze. I remain strong in our staring contest as my hands surf below his shoulders and down to the rim of his jeans. His eyes smile at the touch of my fingers tugging his button and zipper. My arms hug his waist as I push down his pants, gladly squeezing his buttocks. There’s still but one article left, and I have a plan.

Harry clowns around trying to peel off his denim leggins. Once free, he tosses them in the front seat. Somehow I’m the one sitting back with Harry’s crotch teasing my face again. Trapped between his knees as they pin me in place, he swings his hips forward and closer.

“Just a lil kiss. A small one?” he begs politely.

It’s hard to keep a straight face, but I grant him this small request. Leaning in I pucker my lips for a sweet smooch over his dark briefs and giggle at the shiver that runs through his body. His smile is of pure delight as I plant another. Now I normally wouldn’t do this, but I’m liking the cause and effect. With Harry’s groin inches away I exhale heavily over him and even caress him against my cheeks, enjoying the quakes they induce.

All of a sudden, I’m greeted with a probing hand between my thighs. Looking up, Harry is hunched over, reciprocating the sensations. Hot lips seal on mine and I’m whisked away in tongue play. One hand gently supports my head while the other violates my center. I’m wet and unashamed. Though I fear the first orgasm approaching, which will surely make me squirm for him soon. Just like he wanted.

Gripping his wrist I try to control him, yet that doesn’t stop nor slow him down. Harry sucks on my tongue while his middle finger rocks and penetrates ever so smoothly, the rush of blood has swollen every inch. Harry knows. He vigorously shakes his fingers side to side and I tense. My jaw drops and the air is useless.

Still holding his arm I try to collect myself but I should know better, Harry likes to go that extra mile. He changes into his charming self, playfully dipping his tongue in my mouth while petting me to stillness. The wet kisses continue even when my head falls back. They coat around my neck and chest as Harry’s hands roam around.

“Lie down again, love,” he whispers over my ear.

With little effort I slide on to my side and allow him to place my legs where he pleases. One knee bent and my other leg slightly off the seat, unlike me, I don’t know how comfortable poor Harry is. His hands are glued around my waist as he brushes his mouth over my shaved arena. I feel his warm tongue draw an outline and sweet doodles, making me smile so wide it hurts.

The pleasure soothes me like an intimate massage should. My heart rate is going down with each lick, along with the hypnotizing touch of his hair between my fingers. I could fall asleep this very instant, but now that we’re covered in each other’s sweat, there’s no point in stopping. The fun continues.

Harry’s long fingers tickle across my thighs, crawling up and down, sometimes reaching higher over my ribs. Shifting into his next position, I sigh at the contact of our heated groins. Briefs or no briefs, the pressure feels amazing and his subtle grinding even more so. I try to match his rhythm but I can’t lock on. I’m desperate.

“Stop bein’ so prideful,” he observes.

“I’m not, I’m…just enjoying this.”

“I know you are,” he smiles seductively and thrusts even softer. “But you also like to torture me when you’re only doin’ it to yourself.”

Scowling, about to defend myself, I smile back instead. I’ve been figured out. Harry buries his head in my neck and I seize the moment to hook my fingers in his underwear and finish the act. I run my hands over Harry’s stiffness and fondle the soft skin. The tension is rising as I anticipate the countdown till he pushes inside me. Just then, headlights scan over our windows followed by the sound of another car.

It’s the cops! That’s the first thing that pops in my head, but the windows are fogged and I can’t tell yet.

“Shit!” Harry exhales and pulls up his underwear.

He quickly gets the blanket from the floor and covers us. My heart is racing but it’s of the worst kind. There’s a tap on the front window and another on the back. Harry raises his brows and leans over to roll down the window just a bit.

“You kids know this is a private and respectable neighborhood? I suggest you drive on home now.”

Turns out he’s the neighborhood guard on night watch. What a relief! At least he caught us in the pre-act as opposed to… well at least he wasn’t a cop. The next minute he drives away and Harry’s still grinning. He must think this hilarious. We dress and climb back to the front seat. Needless to say, that was enough action for one night.

Tiptoeing through the front door, I take Harry’s hand to lead him up to my room. We haven’t said much since the bust, resorting to the rest of his playlist on the ride home. Once I retreat on my bed the giggles start. Harry joins in as we make fun of ourselves, picturing the worst case scenario. It’s late though and in between the laughs and the cuddles, I know we’re going to drift fast.

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“Damn it!”

I grunt as I slam the enter and escape button. It’s no use. My laptop is frozen! I have this paper due for Roger’s class and now I may not recover the document at all, after five pages in. Before I pull my hair, I remember my roommate telling me her boyfriend’s buddy fixed her computer last week. Maybe he can help me?

Closing my laptop, I search for my phone. I can’t help think it’s strange that I have a roommate in the first place. Wait, didn’t I just graduate? These questions are irrelevant as I’m on the move, throwing my bag over my shoulder. The rings echo in my ear as I make it down the hallway.


“Hey Brooke, you’ll never guess what just happened!” I say out of breath as I go down a flight of stairs.

"What's that?"

“My laptop crashed. What’s that guy’s name that fixed yours last week?”

“Ugh, I can’t remember. Jonathan took it for me. I do know his dorm number is 23 on the second floor.”

“Oh gosh, thanks! I’m hoping he can do something quick.”


I hang up before she has a chance to say more. Storming across the street, I reach the men’s building and up to the second floor. Upon finding the room, my manners have shot out the window as I barge inside. It’s dark and I can’t see anyone. Then an odd sound interrupts me. It’s hard to make it out, yet I walk closer to the next room and slowly push the door open.

I hear a woman’s voice moaning in what appears to be an obvious sex scene. It’s then that I realize someone’s watching porn on a small phone.

“Oh gross!”

“What the- what the fuck?! Who-“

I slam the door and run all the way downstairs. I want to keep running but I need his help. Why did I have to walk in on him? How am I supposed to ask for his help now? At this point I’m willing to pay any amount of cash for such short notice.

I focus and head back to knock on the door this time, not knowing what to expect. Perhaps some geeky pervert with greasy hair and thick glasses, or maybe an overweight pervert with stains on his shorts… ewwww!

The door opens and I’m confronted with an entirely different image. He’s tall with messy brown hair as it falls over his face, no matter how he tries to push it back. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. I gathered all these details in the first few seconds before either one of us dare speaks.

“I’m sorry I walked in on you…” I gulp and refuse to finish my sentence.

He rubs his eyes and finally looks up, revealing a pair of captivating green eyes.

“Can I help you?”

“Are you Jonathan’s friend? The one who fixed Brooke’s laptop last week?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry, really, I should have knocked.”

He looks me up and down, then steps aside to let me through. This is a good sign. Closing the door behind us, he fails to acknowledge what happened only minutes ago. I’m ok with that.

“I was hoping you could help me, my laptop froze and I need to recover the last document I was working on. Its due tomorrow,” I explain and turn around to find him with his arms crossed, biting his thumb nail.

“Do you have it with you?”

“Yes!” I pull it out from my bag.

Sitting, at what I’m guessing is his roommates desk, he types a few keys but nothing happens.

“Give me a couple of hours and I’ll take a look at it. If I can fix it than I’ll bring it to you.”

“Oh my gawd, thank you so much. I’ll pay you, I promise!”

He smirks, get’s up and walks back into his room. Not a minute later, he emerges with his phone, the phone, and hands it to me. I try not to show a sour face but the idea of touching it makes me want to gag.

“Your number.”

I take it, a bit nervous but I type in my digits and save it under my name. Handing it back to him, I can’t make eye contact, but I can’t look down either.

“I’ll call you when I’m done…Brynn.”

“Thank you. . . I didn’t catch your name.”

“Harry.”


A flat smile is all I share before I creep out of his dorm room. Walking outside and over to my building, I replay the whole thing. That was very strange. He’s kinda strange… in an intriguing sort of way.

With extra time on my hands, I try to catch up on my reading for tomorrow’s class but I keep hearing that woman’s voice from his phone. Don’t get me wrong, I think porn is outrageous and vulgar, yet picturing him and what he could have been doing… I just couldn’t drown these thoughts from my mind.

Laying back on my bed, alone, I start to fantasize about this tech guy. He doesn’t even look like a computer geek. And those eyes! They… he’s so… kinda hot! Oh dear, no. I don’t want him! I don’t want to want him.

I must have fallen asleep between my guilty daydreaming. My phone beeps and I read the missed call. Then it beeps again with a text from the unknown caller asking what’s my dorm number. I respond after I realize the time, it’s been 3 hours. Minutes later there’s a knock at my door.

My heart expands in my chest at the sight of him. Harry’s showered and dressed. Wearing a black shirt this time with ripped jeans and his hair styled back, he waits for me to let him in. Oh man, he’s wearing cologne too.

"So there’s good news and bad news,” he announces and walks in.

“Oh no,” I sigh and close the door.

“Which would you like first?”

"The bad news.”

“The bad news is your laptop is done, but with a few parts I can fix it.”

“Okay.”

The fact that he could fix it should’ve been enough but that wouldn’t bring back my 5 pages. I sulk on the corner of my bed, watching as he places the laptop on my desk and takes a few steps closer to me. Pulling something out from his pocket, he reaches out his hand.

“The good news is, I recovered all your documents.”

Harry’s holding a USB and I feel like I just landed on the moon. Snatching the device from him, I jump to my feet and hug him. .. this is awkward. Letting go right away, I smile and think of what more to say.

“How much do I owe you-shit! Where am I going to finish typing the rest of my paper? I’ll have to go to library,” I argue to myself.

“You can use the desktop in my room.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to impose. But tell me how much do I owe you?”

“That’s all you owe me. Finish your paper there.”

I study him. There’s something behind this generous offer. Is he a freak or is he planning to drug me?

“Okay... I still have to get a book from the library and then I’ll be there in an hour?”

“See you then.”

Just like that Harry walks out and I’m expected to be there at 7pm. What did I get myself into? I don’t know him at all. I could end up on the front page news, raped and chopped to pieces. Or he could actually be a nice guy…that needs to lock his door more often.

I lied about going to the library, I was nervous. I paced around the room, desperately trying to keep the dirty images at bay. Yet, I had this strange desire to be there, in his room. I wonder if he’s even attracted to me, because if that’s the case, would he try anything?

I knock on his door and wait. After letting me in, he guides me to his room and points towards the computer at his desk. I set my books down and hang my bag on his chair before I take a seat. His room looks a bit neater than when I last saw it. I open my file from the USB and reread the last paragraphs. I sense Harry watching me and when I glance back, our eyes make contact.

“Thank you for your help and letting me use your computer.”

“No problem. . . sorry about earlier. I wasn’t expecting anyone and my roommate has a bad habit of not locking the door when he leaves.”

“Do you . . . do that often?” I don’t know where that came from but my eyes remained glued to the keyboard.

“What? Masturbate or watch porn?”

“Umm… I don’t know.”

“Yes, quite often. How about you?”

“Neither,” I answer rapidly.

“You’ve never touched yourself?” I notice him stand from the corner of my eye.

I shake my head.

“You seem rather curious for a girl who’s never masturbated before.”

“Can we talk about something else, this is making me uncomfortable.”

“You started the conversation.”

“And now I’m ending it. I need to finish this paper.”

The time escapes me. I’m so focused I forget where I am, also due to the silence. When I finally look back, I notice Harry’s been gone for who knows how long. I’m almost done, all that’s left is the conclusion to my essay. But curiosity takes a firm hold and my feet lead me out of the room. There’s Harry on the desk tweaking the hard drive to my laptop. He catches a glimpse of me and pauses.

“Did you finish?”

“Almost. Just stretching.”

He looks up at the clock on the wall and I register that it’s actually 9:30pm. I don’t know why I’m just standing there, as though I want something from him. I’ll never say it. After another minute looking back at his desk, he too stands up and turns to me. His scowl tells me he’s wondering the same thing about my behavior. And I dare lick my lips.

Without thinking twice, Harry moves forward and leans in. Soon his hands are clutching my waist and pulling me closer. My arms are lifeless at my sides. His lips seduce mine and wait for a response. When I do, they romance me till my knees grow weak.

“That’s why you place these around my neck,” Harry says as he pulls my hands over his shoulders.
Before I know it, I’m bumping into the door frame of his room. There’s no way this is happening.

“I-I should finish my paper,” I pull away and speak over his chest.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out.”

I shake my head to show it’s no big deal, but it is. Sitting back at his desk, I can’t focus on the screen. Knowing he’s a few feet away and my body still calls for his, I need to get out of here. One more paragraph and I’m gone.

“Okay. Done. I’ll just print this at the library tomorrow.”

“I have a printer here.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s late and I need to get back.”

I take one last good look at him, no matter the amount of regret that will hit me later, and grab my bag to leave.


It’s midnight and sleep is the last thing on my mind. I keep thinking of the questions Harry asked me. I’ve never touched myself but that doesn’t mean I’ve never felt the downward tickles. For a moment, I’m compelled to see what it feels like. I try and pet myself but am embarrassed for no reason. Maybe if he was doing it instead…

My head hurts from my decision, but I finally text Harry.

Are you up?

Yeah.

Why? It’s late.

I could ask you the same question.

I can’t sleep.

Need help?

Do you have a sleeping aid?

I know something that will help.

Is it what I think you’re thinking?

I don’t know. What am I thinking?

Ummm…

Go ahead. Don’t be shy. You’ll see it will settle you right to sleep.

I am shy. I don’t know how to.

I can show you.

How?

I waited for his response but one never came. The texting was weird already and I didn’t want keep poking.

I left it by your door.

I read his response. Wait? I thought we were talking about something else I guess. Oh well. Wanting to see what he left me, I reach the door and see him rather. An evil smile flashes within me as I quietly lead him to my room.


Locking the door, I see him reach under his shirt and pull out a file.

“Here’s your paper,” he smiles and leaves it on my desk.

That's sweet. Looks like I'll sleep soundly tonight...or not at all.

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A cough awakens me and I’m back in my room, smiling foolishly at the sex I didn’t have in real life but in a dream. Looking over at Harry, with his peaceful expression, I feel regret. Regret of not telling him what I have to do tomorrow as he leaves for LA. I shouldn’t worry. Everything will be fine and he’ll be back before I know it.

Notes

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