Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2002 09:12:16 -0400 (EDT)
From: nakae19992002@yahoo.ca
Subject: katherine part 2 College

"Bliss" that's the only word that describes
accurately the sheer magnitude of pleasure I received
as she kneaded my tired muscles. Katherine really was
quite good. I enjoyed the feeling so much that I would
occasionally moan my approval.

"If you don't mind can you stop doing that" She
said. Baffled, I looked over my shoulder and said
"What?"

" Stop those guttural noises with your throat.
You're, well...you're making me wish my boyfriend was
here."

BOYFRIEND!! Did I hear that right? I tried to
conceal my pain with fake laughter. Of course, just my
luck she would have a guy. Beautiful as she was it
surprised me she didn't say she had ten.

"Whatever! What do you expect me to do, gag my
mouth?"

"No, no but do you have to be so vocal?"

I turned back around smiling as she continued her
ministrations on my lower back. A good half hour had
gone by and we didn't say much except for the odd
platitude about school.

"Boyfriend, huh?" I asked being the interested
friend that I was supposed to be. "How come in the
time I've known you, you never mentioned a
boyfriend?"

"Well, we don't see each other much, he works and
I'm in school. We try to see each other on the
weekends though."

Yes, of course. It all started to make sense. I would
hardly see her on weekends. I just assumed she went
home or worked or something. I never really gave it
much thought. I also wished she hadn't told me. The
weekend would be here soon and now, I would have to
picture Katherine, the girl of all my recent dreams in
a submissive position fucking some poor bastard's
brain out. Great!

She rambled on about her mystery man while I tried
to feign interest.

*God pleeease stop with the boyfriend
already.*

It was slowly killing me. The buzz I would get when
she accidentally caressed the sides of my
breasts was all but gone too. Sure enough to add
insult to injury there was a knock at the door.

*Can someone just shoot me!*

Katherine jumped up a little too fast. She had this
look, like she had just been caught with her hand in
the cookie jar. Secretly, I wished it was caught
somewhere else. I managed to pull myself together
while she answered the door.

"Hey, Katie! How are you? I was just in the
neighbourhood...thought I would swing by" She threw
her arms around this dapper looking kind of guy and
embraced him a little too long.

I mean, I know she's touchy feely. She's like that
with everybody. But this was different. I felt oddly
uncomfortable. Roger, as I later found out was giving
me the heads up when Katherine, introduced us.

"Rog, I'm soo sorry, this is my friend Cassie, she
lives down the hall. Frosher. We were just hanging out
after volleyball.

"Cassie, this is my dearest friend in the whole
world Roger, he's been in Scotland for awhile."

When did you get back?" she asked him. Sensing they
had a lot of catching up to do I told her I would talk
to her later. "Uh, okay. I'll catch up with you
later." she said as I walked out.

I left feeling defeated. I can't explain why I felt
that way but I did. After that night I knew things
wouldn't be the same between us. I went back to my own
room. Closed the door and hit the play button on the
CD player. As Prince's, "How come you don't call me
anymore" sounded through the speakers, I laid down on
my bed pondering what had just happened. I was crushed
out. I was in love with someone that I couldn't have.
What was I going to do?

A few days had passed by since the massage. I had
made the concerted effort to avoid her as much as
possible. It wasn't because I didn't want to be with
her. It's just that everytime we were near, I wished
we were doing the horizontal bed dance. It was
torture. If I were I guy I would have developed a
serious case of blue balls. I knew she suspected
something because she kept trying to get closer while
I would pull away.

Routinely, she would knock on my door and I wouldn't
answer. I knew it was her because I would look through
the peep-hole. I even went so far as to cancel some of
my volleyball practices just to avoid those wonderous
blue eyes. If being around her was torture than not
being around her was death.

 The only good thing that came out of all of this
avoidance was my grades improved dramatically. I would
spend a good two hours a night at the library because
I knew she would be in her room.

 I also decided to use my membership at Proctor, the
campus athletic centre. She became my motivation. I
would get on the treadmill and just picture her at the
end of it. I could go on like that for a good hour
before collapsing. I was running to be with her, to
touch her. I kept this up for a good three weeks.
Studying, running and lifting weights. Three weeks
with minimal contact.

Reading week came and I was going home for the
week. I was packing some stuff when there was a knock
on the door. I hadn't locked it as I wasn't use to
people just barging in.

Just as I made my way to the door to see who it was,
Katherine made her way in and closed the door being
her. She had this determined look in her eyes. I'm
sure I just looked plain shocked...


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