A week of waiting

Sore was a drastic understatement. Worn from the activity of a new semester and our sexual escapades, not to mention our four unbroken rounds of emotional, semi-lucid sex after getting home from meeting with Rina, we could practically hear our bones creaking as we got out of bed that next morning.

We swore the both of us would abstain from anything too strenuous for the next few days while we recovered. Partly it was out of a logical concern that getting sick on the first week of classes was going to be hard to come back from, but in truth — on a more animalistic level — we were more afraid that we wouldn’t be able to attend our upcoming “date”.

We had loved the play with Rina, and were frankly dying for Saturday’s arrival. The days following our session had been chock-full of cheers, jeers, and tears regarding the topic. We had discussed things in earnest to be sure, but ultimately there was no question in our minds on where we stood. As far as either of us were concerned, the last session had merely been an appetizer, and every passing day stood only to further whet our appetites for the main course. We needed at least one more go with our partner in crime before we would be satisfied. Without it, we weren’t confident our decision to continue wouldn’t be born primarily of horny curiosity; at least, that’s what we told ourselves anyway.

And thus, we began our four day crucible.

Perhaps that description comes across as dramatic, however, it very much seemed like that in our case. Though hardly champions of the perverse, Nia and I were fit, young people in a very loving relationship — we were well acquainted with a sex life that allowed us to get passionate with relative frequency. That on its own would not be the worst thing; after all, we were busy people and had put our intimacy on the backburner before. This newest bout of chastity was different though, as we had a tantalizingly novel goal on the horizon. A shiny new toy hidden away by our figurative mother. It was difficult, to put it mildly…

Still, we somehow managed to bear it. The majority of our lamentations were saved for the lonely dead of night. By contrast, the daylight hours were busy to the point of keeping our minds fully preoccupied. Between us aiding the clubs and teams with recruitment week, the piles of paperwork accumulating from our classes, and Nia taking care of her younger siblings, we were engaged just enough to stay sane.

We didn’t even speak much to Rina outside of our newly formed group chat. With her major recently changed, her basketball practice, and her duties as an assistant coach for two different schools, the only time I saw her was when she was half-asleep in class.

For better or for worse, the days slowly began to blend together. Before we knew it, Wednesday became Friday, and Friday became Saturday morning.

When finalizing the details earlier in the week, we had all agreed to meet in the midday. We wanted to spend some time together and catch up, but didn’t want to get together so early that exhaustion would set in before the real event started. The outline was to go to our local amusement park for a few hours, grab some dinner at Rina’s favorite spot, then head to her place. Sure, it was a simple arrangement, not to mention on the pricier side as far as these things went, but it was easy, fun, and hey, this was a special day; if we weren’t going to go all out for this, when would we?

Our tortuous week finally done and the preparations complete, Nia and I excitedly set out to explore this new chapter in our lives to its fullest.