Crissa's Mate

Chapter Forty-One

Early that next morning, the two lovers were awakened at 6:30 by David's smartphone alarm. For several seconds Crissa tried to imagine where she was. Her sleep had been so deep that night she even started with a jerk the moment David leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the bare shoulder.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he said softly and yawning. "We've got to get you back to campus. No doubt a big day for our new freshman here."

Crissa smiled while coming back to her senses, and kissed him on the cheek. Then moving her legs against his, she sensing she was still naked. This caused her to move slightly away and put her hand over her face.

"Oh my God. Last night incredible?" she said, then actually questioned inside herself if it all really happened. "But so well-worth waiting all my life to do that," she finally added."

David smiled. "I sort of thought it might be your first time to share a bed with someone."

"Not just someone," she answered, reaching over to stoke his hair. "The one that I truly love."

She kissed him again, this time on the lips.

"Well-put," he said, kissing her back. "But I suggest we get moving before you convince me."

"Convince you of what?

"That you might miss your first day of school if we stay in this bed."

Crissa looked at him and smiled playfully.

"But as you probably know," he continued, "that's no way to begin your pre-med studies,"

She reached up and this time and ruffled his hair strongly. "You're right, good boy. Bad habits are easy to start . . . and difficult to break."

Just then David ran his hand slowly under the covers, along her bare thigh.

"Now of course . . . you don't have to take my word for these things," he said slyly."

"Hey, hey," she responded, laughing. "Come on, you're right. I've got tons to do today. And don't need any tempting distractions."

David got out of bed first, walking toward the small bathroom. Crissa blushed seeing his manly bare backside.

"Now stay in there," she ordered. "While I get dressed."

"Oh, so now you're going to be all modest, right?"

"Of course!"  She said, pulling the covers up to her neck. "This is all new territory for me. Don't forget that."

David turned and ran back to the bed, providing her a brief but frenetic view of his frontal nakedness in motion.

He reached down while standing and placed his hand against her cheek.

"You can be as modest as you wish, my love. I'll never expect anything of you. Just having you here with me, Crissa . . . has been the greatest gift."

He then turned and walked back into the makeshift bathroom, pulling the curtain closed which shut it off to the rest of his modest room. Crissa used the opportunity to rise and quickly get dressed. From a glance at the early time on her phone, she knew she would be able to shower and dress in her dorm room for her classes that day.

"Now as you know, David," she called out while dressing, "I have another mission today at my parents' house."

"Yeah, I get it," he shouted back over the sound of running water. "You really think it will work?"

"I totally know it will David . . . Somehow we'll make it work."

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Back in her dormitory, Trisha was just waking up as Crissa collected some clothing and went into the bright bathroom to shower and dress.