We leave the sorority house

I hold myself between Alyssa’s legs, basking in her afterglow. Too soon, she says, “We should really get out of here. I don’t know if this will work for this afternoon’s session or not; I’ll have to check and send you a text.”

“If I discover any alternative possibilities,” I reply, “I’ll let you know.”

“You do that.” As I raise myself up, Alyssa sits up, grabs my head, and kisses me hard on the mouth. “You’re amazing,” she says. “You’re just fucking amazing.”

“Thank you,” I say, then kiss her back. She gathers up her shirt and shorts, pulls them on quickly, and we head out of the house. I walk her to her dorm, then go my way.