Well, we finally did it.
Me and Melissa, I mean. We made love.
It was inevitable. We've been getting closer and closer to it every night, and last night it happened. She started to unbutton her blouse again, and I just knew that the damned alarm was going to buzz, but it didn't, and then the last button was undone, and she took of her blouse, and she was so beautiful, and then the rest of her clothes were gone, and so were mine, somehow, and she was in my arms, and she was whispering my name over and over and over...
Can I say that it was glorious? Does that sound too, well, sentimental? It surely was the most intensely fulfilling experience I've ever had. It was like we merged and became one person – not just in some kind of poetic sense, but in the flesh, our bodies melting into each other, and our souls too, somehow. It was total exhilaration, and not just for a few explosive moments, but for what seemed like an eternity, an eternity of eternities...
But then the alarm did go off. She clutched at me even as I felt myself start to slip back into my drab reality. And this time she said it out loud, sobbing – Don't go, don't leave me. And God knows I wanted to stay with her more than I ever wanted anything in my entire life...
"I have to go," I explained, and I admit that it seemed strange even as I was saying it, explaining to a character in my dream why I had to wake up. "The alarm..."
She shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. "You don't have to," she whispered. "You can stay here if you want to."
I want to more than anything in the world, I started to say, but she put a soft finger on my lips. "Don't say anything," she pleaded. "Just push it out of your mind. Push it out. If you don't let it get in, it can't take you back."
"I don't..."
"Shhh. Just concentrate." She smiled with such love, such warmth... "Don't think about anything but the way you feel right now, right here, with me." And she lowered her lips to mine, and she pressed her willowy body against me...
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