01 - The Freshmen

Chapter 30

I wake up alone. Finally, to my amazement, I was able to fall asleep. I dreamt of Stephanie and I find myself in the same state as last night. I have to release the tension, or I will have problems. I am angry at having such erotic feelings towards her. Taboo!

I get up. Of course, she took all my clothes. Why does she have to do that? So once again, I take the bedcover as a toga and go to the living room. Stephanie is absent. I am going to shower while I wait. She comes back as I finish drying.

One said that cold showers calm the heat. In which movie? I really need to release, I am going to explode but I can't do it here. What if Stephanie who doesn't know the meaning of privacy enters her bathroom while I am doing it? And I might stain. No, I need to think of math equations.

She brings me clothes and toiletries. I shave and dress and join her at her dining table where a good breakfast is waiting, however, far below the calories I was hoping to absorb.

— Don't you like to please me? She asks as I am sitting in front of her.

— Yes, I do.

— Yesterday, I told you I like to see you shirtless. Why are you wearing it?

— But ... you brought it to me.

— Stop arguing, and remove your shirt. Next time, I will not bring you anything!

I feel uncomfortable, and proud at the same time. Stephanie is watching me, scrutinising even while we are eating. She has a strange gaze and a victorious smile. She likes that I feel lost. I eat what she served. Fortunately, tonight, I have my pay and tomorrow morning, I can afford to eat.

— What are you going to do today? I ask her, distracting her from her thoughts.

— I'm going back to Lasne, I'm going to do some shopping. I see a few friends today and tomorrow. I need to talk about you, about us. I'm going to let everyone know. So if you're cheating on me, your best friend will look like a jug. You won't do that to me, will you?

— No Stephanie. I really don't want to. I wish you could get into my head and read my thoughts. You would be reassured.

She smiles.

— I can already read your eyes, that's enough. And you? What are you doing?

— I'm working tonight. Cocotier.

— Yes, it's true.

— Do you want to come?

— I can't. Next time I will. DJs are the prey of choice; I have to come and watch you.

— Stephanie stop, I don't see anyone else.

— I know, but I like watching you. It's nice, you know? You always left me in the background, where I saw hundreds of other girls taking advantage of you. Now you are mine. I regret that since the day I met you, we have not spent every day and every night together.

— I was eleven and you twelve, it was a bit difficult, wasn't it?

— Why? Imagine. I would have kidnapped you and you would have come to live with me. Directly in my room in my bed. You would never have met other girls. I would have had you for myself. I shouldn't have waited until I was eighteen to have my first kiss and touch a boy's body. And in addition, we could have celebrated the New Year of September 8 together.

We laugh. What a story! It seems to me that this New Year story remains. I told Annick casually, and finally, I don't regret it. I thought I looked stupid, that was my secret. But both Stephanie and her friends seem to like it. It did teach me one thing: if I say something to a friend of Stephanie, it doesn't take one hour for her to know. And it seems reciprocal, she tells a lot to her close friends.

— I should do the same thing as you, follow you everywhere and watch you.

— But you don't have a car my little boy, I will leave very quickly.

— Well, you won again, I answer, hiding that I am annoyed by this reference to my age.

— Like always.

We finish eating. She gets up and I take my shirt.

She comes to take it back from me.

— Not yet. First, we clean the place. You can do the dishes, I make the bed.

It doesn't take time for her and she is already back to watch me.

— Oh yes, watching a boy clean the dishes is also sexy. Next time you cook, it will be shirtless.

— And what about the splashes?

— You will be careful. Last time, you had your shirt and you had no stain. Well, I see that you have finished. Before I go, I need some kisses.

She doesn't allow me to talk, she just places her hands on me, and before my lips, she kisses my chest. I think I will become crazy very soon. There is no other girl like that. I had many quick girlfriends, they never behaved like that with me. They liked my face, that's probably why I was very successful with girls but none of them asked to see my body, none of them removed my shirt. This is heaven, despite the fact that there is an end that makes me feel in hell. I am on fire when she decides to stop and go.

I am authorised to put on my shirt and take my toiletries. Another long kiss alongside the door of her magnificent Porsche.

— See you on Monday then?

— I probably come back Sunday evening. I come to see you as soon as I am in Louvain. I'll miss you.

We kiss for a long time and I remain alone with my emotions. I miss her already. I have always been melancholic when I left Stephanie, but today it's worse.