Searching for Moore by Julie A. Richman Page B

everyone of her phone calls, but one, and was thankful for the poor connection.
    “Why does this all have to be so difficult?” He asked himself, “Why can’t I just be with the girl I love?” Schooner’s deep seated fear of disappointing people was raging in full throttle. He just wanted to get it over with and get back to Mia. He was wearing the black knit cap, pulled almost down to his eyes. Taking a little piece of Mia with him would give him strength, he felt.
    He walked up the stone steps of the old dorm building and entered the lobby, ignoring everyone that was sitting on the couches. He headed directly to the staircase and bounded up two at a time. “Let’s get this over with,” he thought.
    He rapped on her door with his knuckles and heard her turning the knob. CJ stood before him, looking perfect, wearing her pink satin robe. Before he could even utter a greeting, CJ had flung herself against him (her barely tied robe opening), arms around his neck, pulling him down to her lips. He stumbled through the threshold, not wanting this scene to play out in the hallway.
    When she peeled herself off of him, she was leading him by his hand toward her bed which was covered with beautifully wrapped gifts and gift bags from Europe’s finest shops. Although European Capitals had been a course offered through the Political Science Department, it appeared CJ had taken it through the Economics Department, supporting of the economies of several European nations.
    CJ went into monologue mode and Schooner feared that she knew he was coming to end it with her and was not going to let him speak. He wondered if she was operating under the premise, if he can’t speak, he can’t break up with me.
    “I have missed you so much. Everywhere we went all I could think about was sharing the experience with you. Being away from you made me realize how much I love you and never want to be apart from you ever again. Wait until you see all the presents I bought you, you are just going to love the leather racquet covers I got for you in Italy and the silk boxers from France and the blue silk bow tie from England that matches your eyes perfectly …” and she went on and on, not coming up for air.
    “CJ,” his voice came out harsher than intended, but he had to get her attention and he had to get her to stop talking, “we need to talk.”
    “Oh baby, we will,” she got up off the bed and stood before him allowing her baby pink satin robe to puddle at her ankles.
    “CJ, I’m serious,” he stood up, not wanting to be on her bed.
    “Schooner, I am too.” One hand was on his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans. The other hand was unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. She squeezed his cock. Squeezed it in a way he had taught her how to, because it immediately got him rock hard.
    “CJ, please stop.” He wasn’t quite sure what to do. If she was a guy, he would have just shoved her away from him.
    “Don’t you like the gifts I bought you, Baby?” Her hands were inside his pants and he was beginning to panic.
    “We can’t…” he sputtered, not finishing the sentence because in a heartbeat she had dropped to her knees and deep-throated him.
    “CJ, no…” and he put his hands on her head to push her away. She reached around and grabbed him by the ass and pressed him deeper into her mouth. CJ was using the moves he had taught her against him.
    He had never in his life not wanted to be somewhere more than he did not want to be in her room with his cock rammed down her throat. And as if a cruel joke of the universe, the guy who could control himself and make the pleasure last until he was ready, came in about 15 seconds flat. He was mortified and distraught that he had just come in her mouth.
    CJ pulled away smiling, a dribble of Schooner’s cum at the corner of her pink lips. She slowly cleaned it with a lick from the tip of her tongue.
    “By how quickly you came, it’s clear that you missed me, too,” she