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A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 2

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

bowl of grapes, which we took turns feeding each other, laughing as we did, but still not speaking. Time passed quickly and slowly, and after a while we both realized that I would have to leave soon. I looked at her bedside clock and raised an eyebrow, and she nodded. Still no words. I got up and walked to the other room, conscious of her eyes on my body as I walked. I gathered up my clothes and started to put my boxers on. At that she laughed, almost in a giggle. “Do you really think you can leave without taking a shower first? Anyone who gets within five feet of you will know what you have done. You smell of sex.” I hadn’t even thought of that. She pointed me at the bathroom and told me where I could find a towel. I washed off carefully, and I made extra sure to take care with my face, which I imagined smelled like her the most. When I came out to the bedroom, Kristina was asleep, which surprised me. I had only been gone for five minutes at the most. I got dressed and then was at a loss. Leaving seemed rude, but I did not want to wake her. Eventually I hesitantly touched her shoulder and she stirred. “Yes, my darling?” she asked as she came fully awake, giving me a sleepy smile. “For a moment I thought it had only been a lovely dream, but you are really here. I am sorry I fell asleep.” Her eyes were closing again, and she seemed truly exhausted. “I am very tired.” For all of the complete comfort and lack of awkwardness we had enjoyed after making love, now I felt ... uncomfortable. How would we say good-bye? What would happen next? “Kristina? What now?” I asked, simply. “Now?” she murmured sleepily. “Now, you will go to your apartment with your family. And perhaps tomorrow you will visit me again.” With that my worry faded. She wanted to see me again! I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, and she returned the kiss tenderly. She was asleep again before I left her bedroom. I wasn’t ready to go back to my apartment. I had to process, or at least to let it sink in. So after I left her apartment, leaving quietly so that the door closing would not disturb her, I took the elevator down to the lobby, and I went for a walk around the neighborhood. Oddly, I found myself imagining if everyone who looked at me could know what I had done, wondering if it somehow showed, even though I knew I was being silly. I did feel different. I felt happy. I felt attractive and sexy. More importantly, I couldn’t stop thinking about Kristina. What would tomorrow bring? --- Still holding the photograph, I roused myself out of my reverie. I had not thought about this in too long, and the memories were almost painfully vivid. It was as if they had retained their strength by not being used, like a picture (a picture!) that does not fade because it is not exposed to light. That day had been in mid-late July. The 22nd, to be exact, as that date was stamped into my memory. I would only see Kristina for about five more weeks, until I left for college. To be continued.