Chapter 3: Planning for 2

Andy had been current on schoolwork before Marilyn sequestered herself, and he’d buried himself in his books in an attempt to forget her absence. He finished the work for Wednesday, when she returned to the apartment. He then started on reviewing PDE. He was careful not to suggest a break until she clearly had had enough.

Once in bed, though, all her attention was on him again. She writhed in his arms. When he moved over her, she was eager for him. After a long, slow session, she writhed under him and around him. Then she slept cuddled in his arms. Although they each visited the bathroom during the night, he was awake enough to pull her back into his arms, and she was willing enough to come. He was still holding her when the alarm rang.

When he wanted to return to bed after shaving, though, she was already up. “We’re heading for early classes,” she said. “Control yourself, can’t you.” He did get to share a shower with her, though. She was surprised that there weren’t eggs to cook for breakfast, but she hadn’t said that she was staying the night. They had cornflakes, and he drove her to class before he went to his own.

She made another visit Thursday night. This time, he had time to shop and she told him what to look for. Again, they started and ended the night in bed. Again, she was too distracted in the morning. But he got to watch her eat and watch her study and watch her soap herself in the shower. She teased him about his erection.

“So, how many men have watched you shower without getting hard?” He asked.

“Showers? I’ve never shared a shower with a male before, but I used to bathe in the same tub with a male, and he didn’t get hard.” That sounded damn suspicious.

“What age male?”

“I stopped when I was eight,” she said. “That would have made Peter not yet five.” Well, her four-year-old brother. He was still jealous.

Sunday morning, though, she did come back to bed. And that day, driving from church to her sorority house, she said that she could schedule one visit a week for the rest of the quarter.

“Two a week actually. The Saturdays are already set. Let’s say Tuesday after dinner, but I might have to reschedule. There will still be chapter business. And not, of course, finals week.” Finals week was quite okay. She was a student, and he didn’t want to interfere with her being a good student.

“I’m fine with rescheduling.” As long as she was going to reschedule instead of cancelling the visit entirely. Sorority business always took precedence with her, but pouting was a lousy way to win her affection. “You can call anytime until I leave the apartment. Prep week?” The week before exams.

“Why not?” she asked. I study as well with you as I do in the house. Maybe better.”

“Are we going up for Christmas together?”

“Always do. You’re not thinking of driving, are you?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he said. “The roads coming back are totally unpredictable. But I don’t want to make you buy a ticket.”

“My dad works for the railroad, remember? I travel on a pass. Want to spend some time between the last exam and going up?”

“I was hoping to. Let’s schedule when we know when our last exams are.”

So, whatever other commitments she had, Marilyn still thought of them as a couple.

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