In the words of Jocilyn yesterday, OH MY GOD. Yeah, that about sums up the whole night. I couldn’t put into detail what happened without getting pornographic but oh my God, she’s amazing. Seriously. I swear I’ve never felt what I felt the second she told me she loved me. I have no idea what’s going on but let’s just say it’s really really good. I’m an English major and I can’t think of another word for good. I think I said it about 10 times last night. Probably because my brain quit functioning right when I opened my door and she was standing there and I knew what was going to happen. Truthfully, I didn’t know what to expect since it was her first time but DAMN, she’s hot. She’s hot, believe me. The whole night was hot. We never got around to eating dinner. Slipped my mind.
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"Hey sexy man reading under a tree," Jocilyn smiled when she ran into Zac on the lawn between their dorms.
Zac looked up at her as he sat on the ground, leaning back against a tree with his knees raised. "Hey you. Sit down," he patted the grass beside him. "How’s your day?"
"Good," she said laying her backpack down, planting herself next to him. "Just got out of my last class. What are you reading?" She asked, reaching out to take the book. "Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man. Whoa."
"I know. My brain’s about to fall out," he said taking the book and tossing it on the ground. He wrapped his arms around Jocilyn’s waist and leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek.
"I missed you today," she smiled, turning her face to give him a kiss.
"Mm," he kissed her back. "I missed you too."
"Hey now," Zac’s friend Griffin appeared next to them. "Didn’t you guys get enough of each other this weekend? Hey Jocilyn."
She pulled away from Zac and gave Griffin a questioning look. "Hi Griffin."
"Just wanted to let you guys know there’s a party Thursday night in my room, after finals."
Zac nodded. "Cool."
"Sounds good," Jocilyn agreed.
"Awesome. You two take it easy." He gave Zac a pat on the back of the head and left.
"What’s with him?" Jocilyn asked.
"What?"
"Didn’t you two get enough of each other this weekend?" She impersonated Zac’s friend. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
"I guess he means.. he didn’t see much of me this weekend," he explained. "Because I was with you. And I’d rather be with you," he said and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Because you’re cuter." He kissed her again on the side of the head.
"How much did you tell him?" She asked, moving her head back to look at him.
"About what?"
"Zac," she tilted her head to the side, sick of him playing dumb.
"Are you gonna get mad at me?"
"Depends on what you said."
"Griffin’s my friend. We talk about stuff," he told her.
"Ugh, Zac if you’re not gonna answer me-"
"Jocilyn, all I told him is that we slept together, okay?" Zac stated, rather loudly, causing a few concerned looks from students on the lawn.
"Shh," she giggled.
"That’s all I told him," he lowered his voice. "I’d never go into detail about what goes on between us. I don’t do that."
"Alright. I believe you."
He stuck his tongue out at her and resumed his position against the tree. "I love you, Jocilyn."
"I love you Jocilyn," she mocked him and lightly pinched his stomach. "So when did we sleep together anyway?" She asked, leaning back with him.
"Well.. on Friday.. twice," he began. "And then on Saturday morning.. and Saturday after lunch-"
She giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I remember now. So.. Zac, when you told Griffin what happened.. is that all you said?"
"Yes."
"Well.. if you were gonna tell him more.. how would you describe it?" She asked, picking blades of grass from the ground.
"How would I describe it?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I mean.. me. Would you tell him I was.. was I okay?"
He smiled at her timidity. "You were more than okay. You were beyond words."
"Really?" She looked over at him.
He nodded. "Oh my God, are you kidding? Jocilyn, when we’re together, when I’m that close to you.. Huhmm-hm," he breathed.
She smiled. "Yeah, that’s pretty accurate."
His eyes danced around her face as he picked up her hand and slid his fingers between hers.
She bit her bottom lip and looked back at him. "What?"
He tilted his head to the side. "Come on." He picked up his book and stood up. He stuck out his hand to help her off the ground.
She took his hand and stood up with him. "Where are we going?"
"My room," he picked up her backpack.
She reached down for his hand and pulled him in the other direction. "My room," she instructed.