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CHAPTER ONE - THE EPONYMOUS SPORTS BRA



   "Mmmm.  sports bra," I thought in a Homer-esque way.

   A tall, brunette jogger had entered the pool of light coming off one of
the university campus' `lollipop' lights, about 20 yards up the sidewalk
from me.  I had just exited the library and was attempting to make my way
back home after a long day.

   My day had started with a 7:45 physics test, for which I had been up
until 3:30 AM studying.  Needless to say, I was looking forward to getting
some sleep as my first class the next day wasn't until noon.  I had been
awakened by the library's closing bell.  It was now 11:05, and a cool
September breeze had begun to blow from the north.

   My progress was slowed considerably by my now basketball-sized ankle. 
Earlier in the day, during the first intramural softball game of the year,
I had done my best Pete Rose impression, and had paid for it.  I was safe
at home, but the run I had scored had cut our team's deficit only to single
digits.  We lost by 15 before the head umpire decided to have pity on us.

   My train of thought drifted as I thought of the cold beer and leftover
pizza waiting for me at home.  These thoughts quickly left my mind as the
girl in the sports bra entered the next pool of light, only about 10 yards
ahead of me.

   I noticed she was looking at me.  Staring, more like.  I began to feel
like I should be recognizing this person about now, but was not.  I cursed
my feeble mind as she quickly approached.

   "Hi!" she said smiling warmly, "how was your day?"

   She ran right up to me and hugged me.  I was too stunned to answer.  My
mind went into overdrive to try and figure out who this girl was.  Was she
in a class?  A person from my freshman year dorm?  She was certainly acting
very familiar with me.

   "Play along," she whispered in my ear.

   "Kiss me," she said, only slightly louder.

   I did.  She returned the favor.  Damn, she's a great kisser, I thought.

   As she backed away, she grabbed my hand and lead me away from my
apartment, cold beer and pizza.  I did not mind.

   She began to explain herself as we walked slowly back towards the
library.

   "I was about 20 minutes into my run, when I noticed this creepy-looking
guy following me.  I didn't know what to do until you came along.  You're
the first person I've seen in almost 40 minutes," she said, nervously
glancing at her watch.

   "I'm glad I could help," I said, almost as a question.

   I looked over my shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of the offender.  I
saw no one.

   "Don't look!  That's too obvious!"

   "Isn't that good?" I replied.

   "Oh, yeah, I guess so," she quietly said, "Oh, my God, I've kissed you
and haven't even introduced myself.  And I feel like I know you so well,"
she added jokingly.  "I'm Serena."

   "Good to meet you," I said, relieved that this was not someone I should
know, "I'm Cal."

   "I think you saved my life.  That pervert was probably going to drag me
off into the woods and rape me or something," she said, in a much more
serious tone.

   "Oh, I'm sure that wouldn't happen," I said, trying to reassure her. 
"Didn't you use the emergency call buttons?" I asked, referring to the
blue-lit kiosks scattered around the campus.

   She explained how the library construction had forced her to take a
different route, and how she had looked, but somehow missed all of the
emergency phones.  It was at about this time we both realized we had made
it all the way back to the plaza in front of the library.

   "I didn't even notice you were limping," she said with genuine concern,
"what's wrong with your foot?"

   "Oh, it's not that bad," trying to be tough.  Truth was, it hurt like
hell, and the pain that had started while I was reading in the library was
getting worse.  "I just sprained it sliding into home.  I play intramural
softball in the afternoon."

   She knelt in front of me, giving me a great view down her sports bra,
and put her hand on the injured ankle, then felt the other ankle as a
comparison.

   "You're all swelled up.  I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to drag you all the
way back down here, you were probably headed home, too, weren't you?"

   "Well, yeah." I smiled awkwardly, trying to hide the pain in my face.

   "I tell you what, I'll make up for you saving my life.  I'll wrap that
up for you.  I'm a sports medicine major, you know." She said with a warm
smile, "come on, its not that far.  I live in Stewart."

   "Oh, the Palace Dorm," I said.  I had lived for one year in Spencer
Hall, the oldest, smallest and smelliest of the dorms on campus.  It was
often referred to as Spencer Hell.  Stewart Hall, the newest of the five
dorms on campus, was a veritable palace in comparison, hence the nickname.

   Having agreed to her offer, we made a left turn at the plaza and headed
toward the dorms.  It was a walk I knew well.  While living in Spencer, I
had a late evening job at the library's circulation desk.  The grove of
trees to the north of the sidewalk was a place of peaceful reflection
during the day, but tonight, the nearly full moon gave the trees a
ghost-like quality.  Serena became visibly nervous.  As we came to the
soccer fields, we heard a rustling in the grove.

   "Look!" said Serena, pointing.

   I followed her finger, and saw a man standing in the shadows of the
trees.  As my eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding him, I noticed his
blue soccer shorts were bunched up around his ankles, his right hand
furiously pounding his cock.  He looked up and our eyes met.  Immediately,
he pulled up his shorts and sprinted into the darkness of the soccer field.


   As I followed the figure into the trees on the other side of the field,
I felt Serena's head on my shoulder.  She was crying.

   "We'll call campus police when we get to your dorm," I whispered to her.


   Putting my arm around her shoulder, we continued up the hill to her
dorm, as she shivered in the cooling air.

   As my luck would have it, Stewart was the farthest building on campus
from the library, but we continued slowly up the hill, my aching ankle
complaining the whole way.

   As we neared the door of the five-story building, Serena pulled out the
waistband of her shorts to retrieve her keys, which she had tied to the
drawstring.  As she fumbled with the knot, I was able to take in her body,
which was now in the filtered light of the lobby.

   She stood about 5 feet, 10 inches tall, with medium brown hair that
reached about halfway down her neck.  She was wearing a navy blue Nike
sports bra, navy blue shorts, and Nike running shoes.  She looked like she
belonged in a commercial for cross training shoes or something.  I
immediately felt guilty for ogling over this girl, who was in need of help.
I smiled meekly as she finally got the keys free and looked up.

   "I need something with pockets," she said, with a half-smile.

   Her tears had made tracks down her cheeks, and I noticed that she had a
faint sheen of sweat on her upper chest.  She let me in the door first, and
followed, telling me to make a right turn and go up the stairs.  I allowed
her to pass on the landing, and she lead me to her room, number 216.

   The door hung open, and her roommate was standing in front of a small
TV, holding a backpack.

   In a quiet voice, Serena introduced us, and her roommate, Dana,
seemingly too caught up in America's Funniest Home Videos, mumbled, "hi."

   Dana finally pulled herself from Bob Saget and picking up a keychain
from the desk, left the room, leaving the two of us alone.

   "I think I'll call campus police now," said Serena, "make yourself at
home," pointing the bottom bunk against the wall, "you can go ahead and sit
on my bed."

   I carefully pushed aside a number of stuffed animals and tried to make
myself comfortable.  Unfortunately, I had to slouch to the side to keep my
head from scraping the top bunk.

   Serena managed to remain somewhat calm as she told her story to the
person on the phone.  Apparently, she was then transferred to someone else,
who took a report, and asked her to come in to the office in the morning.
Agreeing to do so, Serena then hung up.

   "I'm sorry, Cal, I'm going to go talk to my RA.  I'll be back in a few
minutes."

   After assuring her that I didn't mind, she turned left out her door and
headed toward her resident advisors' room.  I got up, narrowly missing the
top bunk with my head.  I flipped through the channels, and was shocked to
see Conan O'Brien on already.

   I woke up to see Serena sitting next to me on the bed, gently rubbing my
chest.

   "Sorry I took so long," she said, with a smile, pulling a stuffed rabbit
from the side of my head.

   "What time is it?"

   "About quarter after two."

   "Yikes," I said with a grin.  "Good thing I don't have class till
12:00."

   "I don't have class at all on Fridays," she said, sticking her tongue
out.

   "Lazy bum."

   "I just know how to plan my schedule.  That way, I have three day
weekends every week."

   "Whatever, you're just lazy."

   She began to tickle me on my stomach.  "Am not."

   I poked her in the ribs, "are too."

   She giggled quietly, as to not wake the rest of the floor, who
undoubtedly, had class in the morning.  Stretching, her sports bra exposing
more of her perfect flat stomach, she inhaled deeply.

   "Damn!  I stink!"

   "Yeah, no shit," I said jokingly, poking her in the ribs again.  She
immediately rolled over on top of me, tickling me in the sides.

   "So do you!  Take that back!" she whispered fiercely in my ear.

   "No!"

   She continued to tickle my sides, but I retaliated, tickling her exposed
stomach.  We continued for a minute or two, giggling uncontrollably.  I
rolled her over on her side, giving me better access to her, but after a
few minutes, we were both exhausted.

   I rolled over on my back.

   "I'd better go now."

   "No!" she said a little too excitedly, "I mean, I still haven't paid you
back for saving my life."

   "Don't worry about it.  Besides, you need to take a shower," I said,
with a grin.

   "Why don't you join me?" she said, with a smirk on her face.

   "Uh." I nearly choked.

   "Come on, you chicken?" she mocked me.  "No one is up.  Nobody will ever
know."

   She leaned over, untied her shoes, removed her socks, then jumped off
the bed, shedding her shorts.

   I glanced at the open door, wondering if there were 20 college girls
peeking in, hoping to catch a show.  There weren't.

   She pulled the sports bra over her head, revealing the best pair of
breasts I had ever seen.  Then she slid her panties down her long tan legs
and put on the robe that she had grabbed from the closet.

   "Come on, Cal, no free shows," she said, hitting me in the face with a
spare towel.

   Peeling the towel away from my head, I finally awakened from my stupor,
and began to remove one shoe, while she worked on the other.  Remembering
the pain in my ankle, I winced a bit as she yanked my shoe off.

   "Sorry," Serena rubbed my ankle as I removed my other shoe.

   Finally free of my shoes and socks, I leapt from the bed, banging my
head on the upper bunk as a tried to remove my shorts and stand in one
motion.

   "Nice one, Mr.  Smooth," she said, giggling.

   "Shut up."

   At this point, as I removed my t-shirt, I realized my dick had worked
itself up to about half mast.  Embarrassed, I looked sheepishly at Serena,
and she turned and walked out the door.  After taking off my underwear and
wrapping the towel around my waist, I noticed Serena peeking around the
door with an evil grin on her face.

   "Nice," she said, slapping my ass as I walked past her in the hall.

   Making sure there was no one in the bathroom, I cautiously entered. 
Serena pointed to two adjoining shower stalls that were separated by a
curtain.

   "If anyone comes in, it'll look like there's two people, but in separate
showers," she whispered.

   She reached into the showers, turning both on, then removed her robe and
stepped in.  I admired her perfect ass as she stepped over the threshold to
the shower, but my reverie was interrupted by her yanking me by my arm into
the stall.

   She squirted some soap out of the dispenser, and motioned for me to turn
around.  Starting at my shoulders, she began to lather up my back, then
down to my ass.  Not yet satisfied, she scrubbed behind my ears before
turning me back around, steering with my shoulders.

   Leaning over, she kissed me, her breasts brushing my chest, and
retrieved more soap from the dispenser.  She spread the soap over my chest,
until it began to foam up, then moved lower.  I gasped as she reached my
cock, which had reached full length by now.  She massaged it, soaping it up
thoroughly, then moved to my balls, which she gave the same treatment.  I
closed my eyes, enjoying every second of the thorough cleaning I was
getting.  She moved closer, kissing me again, and wrapped her arms around
my shoulders as she pressed against me.  Unfortunately, she kept her legs
tightly closed to prevent access to her.

   "Your turn, sexy," she murmured into my ear, grinding her chest against
mine.

   She turned me around so that I was in the stream of water.  Reaching
over her to the soap dispenser, as she had done to me, I motioned for her
to turn around.  I began at her shoulders, moving down her back, and
noticing the lack of any tan lines.  I re-soaped my hands and began to
massage her firm ass, letting my fingers slide forward into her nether
regions.  She gasped slightly, so I ventured further.  She opened her legs
further, giving me unrestricted access to her pussy.  She leaned forward,
and I inserted a finger, then a second into her moist twat.  She began to
moan softly, and move back into my probing fingers.  With my free hand I
reached around her body, massaging her firm, c-cup tits.  Her moaning
became more intense, and she looked over her right shoulder at me with a
look of lust unlike any I had ever seen.  She grabbed my hand, pulling it
from her crotch, and said, "that's not going to be enough."

   Turning around, she grabbed me by the neck and pulled me toward her. 
Raising her right leg, she grabbed my stiff rod and positioned it at the
entrance to her pussy.  Using the shower wall as leverage, I pushed my cock
into her soap-lubricated hole.  After a few pushes, I realized that my
aching ankle was not going to hold up, so I turned around, and with my back
against the wet, slippery shower wall, slid down into a sitting position.

   Serena began to glide up and down on my engorged tool, with increasing
urgency.  I leaned forward and began to lick and suck her right breast,
massaging the other with my left hand.  Her nipples stood out against the
rushing shower water and begged for my attention.  I moved my to the other
breast, until she grabbed my head and kissed me for all she was worth.  Her
motions on my cock began to quicken as she neared climax, and I could feel
that I was near reaching the point of no return myself.  Releasing the
kiss, she began to bounce madly up and down on my cock, her breasts
bouncing inches in front of my face.  Suddenly, her face contorted and her
pussy began to clamp down on my cock.  I could hold back no longer, and we
both entered a massive orgasm at nearly the same instant.

   I peeked out the door to the bathroom, and noticed the clock at the end
of the hall read 3:13.  Serena pushed me from behind.

   "Let's go.  I'm freezing my ass off back here."

   She flopped into the bed, her robe falling open to reveal her perfect
body, which was, at this point, covered with goosebumps.  She hurriedly
covered herself with a comforter, and tossed her robe at me.

   "I thought you were cold," I said, sarcastically.

   "It's warmer with two when you're naked," she said, "you are staying,
aren't you?"

   "Is that an invitation?" I said with a smile.

   "Well, duh," was the reply.

   Removing the towel, I climbed under the covers with Serena.  Suddenly, a
thought crossed my mind.

   "What about your roommate?"

   "She's at her boyfriend's." Serena replied, "she spends so much time
there, I don't know why she bothers paying the rent for this place."

   "Good storage I guess," I said, noticing the boxes piled up in a corner.

   "It's her TV and VCR, too, so I'm glad she lives her," said Serena with
a smile.

   I chuckled.

   "Thanks for saving my life," Serena said, then kissed my ear.  "Have I
paid you back appropriately?"

   "Hmm.  I don't know," I said with a smirk.

   "Oh yeah," she said, reaching over and grabbing my dick.

   "Yeah."

   I rolled over to face her, kissed her cheek and rubbed her bare stomach.


   "My ankle still hurts."

   She smacked me on the forehead and grinned.

   "We'll have to take care of that in the morning," she said, rolling
over.

   I put my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close.



   ******

   The curtain billowed into the room as a chilly wind howled across the
campus.  The first big storm of the year was sure to follow, and I was
freezing my ass off.  Hard to believe that just yesterday, weather was nice
enough for me to take my usual jog in just shorts and a sports bra.  I put
my arm over Cal, who was hogging the comforter, and snuggled closer as I
pulled the thick flannel sheet over my naked body.

   He began to move slightly, so I asked him to go close the window. 
Seeming to have no resistance because of his early morning stupor, he
slowly rose and made his way to the window.  His bare ass looked perfect in
the filtered morning light, and the view when he returned was just as
spectacular.  He climbed back into the bed, this time facing me.

   "Good night," he said.

   "Wake up, lazy butt.  It's after ten already."

   "So.  Don't have class till noon," he said, barely coherently, "don't
have to get up till 11:50."

   I tickled his stomach, but it had no effect.

   "Doesn't work this early," he said with a tired smirk.

   "Please," I said as I kissed his forehead.

   "Uhn-uhn," was the mumbled reply.

   I kissed his forehead again, then his cheek.  No response.  I kissed his
lips and licked them softly.  Still, nothing.  I made my way down to his
neck, then his chest.  Still, he made no move.  Under the darkness of the
sheets, I could see that his penis was hard.  At least I was having some
effect on him.

   Suddenly, he slid down towards the end of the bed, his face inches from
mine.

   "Are we having a little party down here?" he asked, smiling and suddenly
awake.

   I smacked him on the forehead, then kissed him.  He kissed back,
passionately, and I rolled over on top of him.  He started laughing.

   "What's so funny," I asked, mildly irritated.

   "I'm about to fall off here," looking toward the floor.

   I realized then that only his right side was actually on the bed.  Just
then, our center of gravity shifted as he tried to turn back to look at me.
We ended up in a pile on the floor, naked as the day we were born.

   I started giggling.  I wasn't cold anymore.  His body acted as a
perfect, body-sized heater that seemed to keep every part of me warm.  Some
more so than others.

   He kissed me, and rolled over on top of me, farther away from the bed. I
was suddenly nervous.

   "What if my roommate comes home?"

   "She's already here," snickered Cal, pointing toward the top bunk.

   "When did she get here?" I whispered, suddenly wanting to cover myself.

   Cal smiled mouthed the word "five."

   "She's been here since five?!"

   I got up quickly and, as carefully as possible, climbed back into the
lower bunk, motioning for Cal to follow.  He climbed in, and lay on his
back as I placed my head on his shoulder.

   I rubbed my hand over his muscular chest, and kissed his check.  He
turned toward me, and reached over my shoulder, pulling me closer.  We
kissed for what seemed like ages before my hands began to wander again.  I
put my arm around his waist, then pulled him as close to me as possible,
his hardening penis pressing against my stomach.  Rolling over on top of
him, I continued to kiss him as his hands roamed over my bare back and ass.
I began to grind my hips into him, rubbing his cock.  He moaned quietly and
broke our kiss, pushing me over onto my side.  He massaged my stomach with
his gentle hands, then began to lick and kiss the tops of my breasts. 
Moving his hand up to cup my left breast, he kissed and licked in a circle
around my nipple, moving closer to it on each pass.  Finally, he reached
the nipple and began to suck and lick it like a hungry infant.  I moaned
quietly as he continued, then moved to the other breast.  In the meantime,
his free hand moved lower, brushing through my pubic hair, barely missing
my pussy.

   I begged for him to move faster, as I felt my pussy begin to moisten. 
He looked up and smiled, his blue eyes telling me that I'd have to wait
just a moment longer.  His hand moved around to my ass, and I groaned in
disappointment.  He continued his kissing and licking route to my belly
button, and finally, began to spread my legs apart with his hands.  My
pussy dripping with anticipation, he rubbed his nose through my pubic hair
and to the top of my slit.  Inhaling my fragrance deeply, he rolled me over
on top of him in a quick motion, so that we were in a 69 position.  As he
began to softly tease my cunt lips with his tongue, I started to gently
massage his balls.

   His licking and sucking became more intense, and I reciprocated with his
cock.  Grabbing it firmly with my right hand, I began to lick the underside
of his erect tool, teasing the head with the tip of my tongue.

   His tongue found its way into my pussy and I shuddered.  As he stroked
my clit with the tip of his tongue, I felt a familiar feeling build.  I
released my grip on his cock and put my arms around his legs as his probing
tongue, and now, fingers, started me on an orgasm unlike any I had ever had
before.  Forgetting I was in a dorm, I began to moan loudly, grabbing onto
his legs like the were the last thing holding me on earth.  My thighs
clamped around his head, forcing him to keep up his ministrations. 
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I started to relax.

   I rolled off of him, panting.  His face appeared next to mine.  I
grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, tasting my own juices.

   "Wake up.  I've got to go to class now," Cal said, sitting up.

   "Oh.  Did I fall asleep again?"

   "Yeah.  Looks like you had a pretty nice dream too," Cal said with a
grin, pointing to the wet spot on the sheet.

   From above came a giggle.

   "Yeah, a really nice dream," said Dana.

   I looked at Cal with a shocked expression.  He smiled back and shrugged
his shoulders.  Leaning over, he whispered in my ear.

   "I'll give you a call."

   "You don't know my number."

   "I got it off the phone," Cal said, pointing to the dorm issued phone.

   He kissed me, then got up to retrieve his clothes.  After putting on his
underwear, he sat down on the bed and I scratched his back as he pulled on
his shorts.

   "Mmmm.  that feels good."

   "Cut it out down there.  Once is enough for today," Dana said with mock
seriousness.

   I just looked at Cal with the same shocked expression.  Once again, he
shrugged his shoulders.

   After putting on his shirt, he grabbed his backpack, walked to the door
and blew me a kiss as he walked out.

   My pessimistic side wondered if I'd ever see him again.





   ******

   I opened the door, hoping no one was home.  I didn't feel like dealing
with the questions: where were you?  why are you wearing the same clothes?
My roommates were like a bunch of junior high school girls or something. 
Always gossiping.  I quickly made my way across the living room, which was
littered with empty beer cans, to my room.  The pain in my ankle had
miraculously disappeared.  I put the piece of paper with Serena's number on
it and headed for the bathroom.

   After relieving myself, I went to the kitchen.  I'd had nothing to eat
since before my softball game yesterday at 3:30.  Just as I opened the
fridge door, the front door flew open.

   Bryan entered, as usual, loudly and destructively.  Throwing his loaded
backpack onto the beer can covered coffee table, he yelled, "strike!" as
several cans crashed to the floor.  About this time, he noticed me,
standing in front of the refrigerator, shaking my head at the spectacle.

   "Hey, where have you been.  Up late studying?" Sarcasm was a usual
component of his speech, but this time he was laying it on pretty thick.

   "Yeah, fell asleep at the library.  Had to stay overnight.  Got locked
in," I responded, with equal sarcasm.

   "Oh, and I thought perhaps the world's last remaining 22-year old virgin
had scored," he said with a wide grin.  "Guess not."

   He turned and went to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door
behind him.

   "Maybe someday, huh, Cal?" He yelled from the john.

   As much of an asshole as Bryan was, he was very perceptive at times,
when he wasn't drunk at least.  Of course, he could have just been reaching
for something to insult me with.

   "Whatever, Bryan," I said, half to myself.

   I returned to my room to try and finish up the homework I had forgotten
to do for my 12:00 class.  Hopefully, I could get in done in time to take
it up to campus before the professors' office hour was over at 4:30.

   Flipping my computer on, I sat down and guzzled some Mountain Dew.  Last
nights' activity had made me very sleepy at this point, and the soda was
all I could think of to keep me awake at the moment.

   I decided to check my e-mail before doing my homework, delaying the
inevitable.  Logging on, I discovered a message from Serena.  Without
wondering how she got my address, I opened up the file and began reading.

   "Hi Sexy,

   You left your wallet here, so I decided to look you up in the student
directory.  Come pick it up, and I'll take you out to dinner .  or maybe
you'll take yourself out to dinner ;).



   Love,

   S."

   I felt around to my rear pocket, remembering the paycheck that was still
in my wallet.

   After finishing my homework in record time, I hopped on my bike, riding
toward campus.  Once I had dropped off the assignment, I headed up the long
hill to the dorms.

   As I approached Stewart Hall, I realized I had left Serena's number on
my desk at home.





   ******

   "You didn't!" Dana exclaimed.

   "Yeah.  I just had a good feeling about it though," I replied.

   "I can't believe you lost your virginity to a guy you only knew for two
hours!"

   "It was more like three."

   Crack!  Dana jumped up, looking out the window.

   "Hey lover boy!"

   I jumped up and ran across the room, pushing Dana from in front of the
window.  Looking down from our second floor window, I saw Cal, blushing and
looking around nervously.

   "Let me in," he said, quietly.

   I practically tripped down the stairs as I ran to the door.  Almost
knocking him out, I swung the outside door open with a flourish, and hugged
him.

   "I'm glad you came."

   "I had to get my wallet," he replied with a grin.

   Using his wallet as a weapon, I smacked him across the forehead.

   "There!"





   ******

   "What did you have in mind for dinner?" I asked, rubbing my forehead.

   "I don't know, but I'm starving!"

   "You'll have to drive then, `cause I rode my bike up here," I replied,
"unless you'd like to ride the pegs."

   "That sounds like fun," she said with an evil grin on her face.  I
wondered if she meant what I thought.

   Turning, she motioned for me to follow her inside.

   As we climbed the stairs to her room, we met Dana coming down.  She gave
Serena a big grin, and then winked as she passed me.

   Entering her room, I crashed into her as she suddenly turned.  At that
point, I noticed her eyes.

   "You have beautiful eyes."

   "No I don't.  They're shit brown," she said, looking down.

   "I love brown eyes," I said, holding her head up with my right hand.

   She smiled shyly at me and turned me around with my shoulders.

   "Let's go.  I'm hungry!"





   ******

   I looked over at the clock.  It read 10:03.  Cal lay quietly sleeping at
my side as I ran my fingers through his hair, half-trying to wake him up.
He must not have gotten much sleep in the last couple of days.

   Laying back, I thought about our evening.  It had gone pretty well,
considering.  We actually had a lot to talk about, which was nice.  I hoped
that our conversation had taken his mind off of my ravenous appetite, which
had caused me to eat about twice as much as he did.

   I climbed over Cal, pausing briefly to kiss his forehead.  He still did
not stir, so I continued off the bed, and began taking my clothes off.

   Leaning my naked body over him I whispered.

   "Cal.  Cal.  Wake up.  Hey."

   "mmphh"

   "You gonna sleep in your clothes or what?"

   Finally, he open his eyes slightly.

   "Probably not," he said, with the half smile that I had already grown to
love.

   Sitting on his thighs, I pulled his shirt off over his head and began to
unzip his jeans.