Page 55 of Beautiful Beginning

She laughed and pulled me into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind her. “How about we multi-task?” The hem of her shirt creeped up her stomach. “If I can answer questions while you pleasure me, then I should be able to answer them with a free and clear mind.” She winked. “What do you think?”

I clapped my hands and agreed. “That’s what I’m talking about. Multi-task, the best way to create time.” We laughed as we stumbled into her room, removing clothes, and kicking off shoes. A pile of papers riddled her bed but that didn’t stop us from falling beside them. “Do you have questions in mind?” I asked between tugging on her bottom lip and rubbing my hand down her arm. “Or do you want me to wing it?”

“I have questions.” She fitted her hand around the bed till she had a piece of paper suspended in the air. “I’ll put them here.” She hoisted them up on the pillow.

“And tell me why you are pursuing a career in finance?” I dipped down between her legs.

Between moans, she replied, “I’ve always loved math. Numbers come easy to me, and” she paused as I licked harder, “where was I? Numbers. I love numbers. A business can have a winning formula but fail if the numbers aren’t correct.”

I peeked up her belly and said, “Good answer.” I read another question, “Outside of your degree, what experience do you have with finance?”

“There’s the community financial literacy program where I volunteer. It teaches people how to manage their finances, create a savings plan, and decrease debt.”

I didn’t tell her how great that sounded. Companies love someone who volunteers. Giving back was likely one of their core values. Somewhere before or after diversity inclusion I’m sure. But to ensure she knew it was good, I spread her legs a little further and dipped a finger between her folds.

The next question came as her body folded around my hand. “If someone asked you to change numbers to benefit an organization, would you—” I halted my finger. “That can’t be an actual question.”

She panted, and mumbled. “Could be.”

“And your answer would be an obvious hell no, right?”

“Well minus the hell, but an obvious and stern no. Right.” Her eyes popped open, and she asked, “Can we continue multi-tasking?”

I looked at her eyes then my finger and said, “Of course.” If I could multi-task like that as I studied for my exams, I’d master the art of creating time. Or if I could have some of that while I scoured the internet for jobs, I’d add a few more hours to my day.

There were more questions, more moans, great answers. When she climaxed for the first time, I suggested, “For this next bit, it needs all your attention.”

“I can’t say I’d argue that.” There was a satisfied grin on her face. A slant to her eyes.

“Good.” I pulled a condom from my pants and slid it on. I leaned over the bed and found the side of her neck I loved to nibble. A soft bite to her skin, then a lick to the same spot. As she recovered from that, I inched my way inside of her.

Her hands wrapped around my back. She buried her mouth into my neck. And her legs clutched around my waist harder with each stroke I delivered. That back and forth, give and take, undid me. And when I felt her body release, I knew we were on the same page. At least about one thing.

“I can’t wait till there isn’t cheer, or volunteering, studying, SGA between us, and we can do this whenever we want.”

I laughed. “So, fuck our jobs, huh?”

She hunched a shoulder. “There’s that. But still. A lot less than what we have now.”

I smiled because it was a lot less. If there were hundreds of miles between us, coming home and stripping her naked at the front door wouldn’t be as easy though.

She held the questions in her hand then said, “If I get this job, I’d be moving to Neveah City.” There was a question behind her statement that she didn’t ask.

“At least you’ll know where you’ll be,” I offered, “and that’s half the battle.”

“But what about you?” And again there was more to her question I heard in what she didn’t say.

“Neveah City is your thing. A place for outgoing people.” I tapped her nose. “Like you. I haven’t put much thought into what that place is for me. But the closer we get to the last day of the semester the more I know I need to figure it out.”

She pouted. “I hope there is some obscure suburb of Neveah City that attracts you.” She wriggled her brows. “Last thing you want is to end up stuck here.”

My lips twisted to the side before I asked, “Would it be that bad?”

The look on her face told me it was as bad as drinking sewer water. She confirmed it with, “Well, I’d never want to stay here.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

Journey

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