The weekend away was exactly what we both needed. I was sometimes so caught up in the grown-up business of school, of thinking already about my career, about how Fletch and I would manage if his NFL dreams came true.
I forgot that we are both still horny college kids and we have to work out our urges. It was by far and away, the best weekend of my life. We walked on the beach, hand-in-hand and played in the water. We tried to build a sandcastle, but it was a big fail.
We had a couple of really incredible meals when we could get out of the room long enough to eat. We basically humped like rabbits the entire weekend and it was unbelievable. I was absolutely addicted to him. I was addicted to the high I had with him, and the confidence he gave me.
I have always had body issues and hated my size. But a
Chris got permission from some of my teachers to allow me to miss class here and there. I felt that I needed to give Dr. Karlsson my undivided attention while I had this opportunity. Fletch was incredibly happy for me but disappointed I was so occupied.When Noora met him, she was so obviously drooling. She immediately asked to come to one of his practices and I did find time to take her to one.The university had some kind of government contract for various things which had someone from the CIA and the NSA visiting on and off for the past couple of weeks. Noora and I tackled everything they gave us and blew through it like it was nothing.I felt more alive than I ever had, I felt like I had a bigger purpose. Dr. Karlsson loved his extravagant dinners and he kept insisting we go with him. I can onl
Fletcher went to see his mom later that evening. He was upset that the first time we met didn’t go so well. Fletch had spoken with his dad and they had already booked her a return flight for the next morning.They both felt nothing good would come of her staying any length of time and Fletch was embarrassed about how she acted, and knew she wouldn’t apologize.His dad talked to me a bit on the phone and it went infinitely better than with Bree. His dad seemed quite nice, and funny, I could tell Fletch got his swagger and romantic side from his dad.I went to meet up with Noora since she was leaving in a couple days. Dr. Karlsson, however, was staying through the end of the semester since apparently a “younger” science professor in her late 60’s caught his eye.As it tur
I had booked a flight home to Pennsylvania for Fletch and I the second week of December. Football season was not over, but apparently for Stanford it was -- I still didn’t fully understand it all and frankly, I zoned out most of the time he was talking about football. Much the same as what I did bored Fletch to death.As dad would say, “some days are a true test of your deodorant.” Well, that’s how I felt about bringing Fletch home. I was convinced he would probably leave me after this, and I was legit scared. We settled in our seats on the plane and I turned to Fletch and said, “you know we're going to have to get you a good coat as soon as we land, you're going to freeze your nuts off.” He laughed and said, “yeah I've never needed a winter coat before actually, I d
Being home was just stirring up feelings, Jace and Julia feelings. I tried to push them away, but I just couldn’t. The snow had melted and it was actually a heatwave, 41 degrees. I decided to get dressed and go, I felt like I would regret not going. I stopped at the gym and told Fletch I was going out to get dinner and run a couple errands. As I got to the cemetery, I fought with myself about even getting out. I dragged myself out after a few minutes and laid a towel in front of his grave and sat on it, indian style. I didn’t know what to say. So many of my visits here, usually resulted in bawling my eyes out, screaming. None of that was coming now. I heard a car approaching, but I didn’t bother to look. I just stared at his headstone, lost for words. I didn’t even notice someone standing
Fletch and I had been back at dad’s for a couple days and I was already dying to leave again. I didn’t say anything to Fletch about Corey, or where I actually went that day. Erik came in today and that made it tolerable but he was incredibly snippy with mom. Fletch and I were talking about going back a week earlier, and the thought of a week alone with him sounded like heaven, and the distraction I needed. I couldn’t focus, I just pictured Corey at a computer, stealing all of my intellectual property. I thought about how he said I was one of six people; me, Noora, Dr. Karlsson and an older man in China were among the top math people in the world I knew of, who else was there? Was he just pulling a number out of his ass? Fuck… I just needed a week alone in a room with my boyfriend screwing my brains out, or I was going to lose it. That
I was so happy to be back in my little room, my little slice of heaven. Fletch and I had basically locked in for a while, humping like rabbits for a few days. He left to hit the gym, I left to get some groceries, but that was about it. Chris and Mary were having a New Years Eve party, so we planned on that. Dr. Karlsson was gone and left word with Chris he would be unreachable for a few months, whatever that all meant. I had emailed Noora, and she was about four months from having her PhD, I was so proud of her and jealous. I was deep into a Law and Order marathon when Fletch came in, out of breath. “Guess what!” He was super hyped up. I stood up and walked to him, helping him out of his shirt. “You ran
Fletch and I were on our way to a fancy restaurant, and I was positively drooling. Fletch had gotten ready in his room so I wouldn’t see him. He was wearing black dress pants and a dark blue collared shirt. He had a fresh hair cut and shave and smelled like pure sex. I had on a somewhat cocktail dress that I had loved in a store but I never imagined I would have anywhere to actually wear it. I was totally going to rip that shirt off him when we got back. We got seated in a corner booth, which gave us a good bit of privacy. I was a little taken aback when Fletch slid in next to me instead of across from me, and something told he was not planning to behave. Well, neither was I because I wasn’t wearing panties! We ordered drinks and an appetizer to share. The very second the waiter’s back was to us, his hand went on my thigh. My dress was only
D.C. was different than I expected, nicer, cleaner and so professional. We had been here two days, wanting to do the tourist thing before my meeting. Chris and Mary had never been here either. We were like the foreign tourists, gawking and taking pictures in front of buildings. I had a blast and it just felt like we were on vacation. They took me out to a real fancy dinner as a belated birthday present and I felt so grown-up. I got a couple postcards to send to Noorah and Erik. Mary took me shopping for a pantsuit to wear to my meeting, even though I told her I’d rather go in jeans and chucks. “They aren’t going to give a damn what I’m wearing, I might as well be comfortable.” But she wasn’t having it. She was at my room first thing the morning of the big day, ready to do my ha