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The Road to Hell
Part two of the series on Kyle.
Despite my best intentions (see previous entry), it was my bedroom Kyle showed up in at the end of the night. He had text messaged me a few hours after the party ended, asking after my whereabouts before eventually stopping by. At this point, I was still determined to pair him up with an appropriate gal pal. Since we hit it off earlier, I thought a late-night conversation might let me better gauge compatibility. Besides, my night had been uneventful save for our colorful meeting and I was always up for entertaining company in the wee hours of morn.
But the second he walked in the door, reason walked out. More acquaintance than friend (and even a stretch at that), he could hardly be trusted to confine to boundaries I took for granted around platonic male friends. And judging from his suggestive behavior earlier that evening, I had an inkling of what he was after. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure if having a cocky, horny sweet-talker sitting on my bed was the best start to my matchmaking scheme.
I suspected that he was interested, but I thought that he must have known better than to pursue a girl who was involved with his friend. Yet Kyle was the sort of guy who kept his eyes on the prize even if the prize had already been claimed. To be fair, my involvement was never exclusive, though it was certainly intimate enough to test the strength of fraternity (as both of us would later learn). In the heat of the moment, it wasn’t as if friendship really mattered. Obligation came second to curiosity — the player largely responsible for our mutual undoing.
Sitting across the room from him (all seven feet’s worth of room), there wasn’t much mischief that we could brew up with verbal banter alone. But once I made the (seemingly) logical transition onto the bed, my head made the less logical transition onto his arm, and with that went all self-restraint. Pretty soon, we were playing the do-we-or-don’t-we game, our lips just short of touching with hot breath on expectant tongues, our hands roaming over cotton and pressing hard for the skin beneath.
Hardly any less in the wrong than he was, I asked teasingly, “Didn’t you get the memo that I am very much off-limits?” Without pause he replied, “That just made me want you more.”
Who was I to protest against a man who was both deliciously impudent and disarmingly confident? I decided then that if we weren’t to have sex (surely too grave an offense considering circumstances), something just as titillating would have to be in order. As I wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled him closer, I smirked and whispered, “I’m not going to kiss you.”
It was the one line I wasn’t willing to cross.
“But there are other things we can do.”
December 20th, 2006 at 10:52 am
Gotta love a girl with principles! Sometimes you don’t have as much fun if you over-analyze everything. The forbidden is so damn good!
December 20th, 2006 at 6:00 pm
Whoa you are SUCH a good storyteller. I can’t wait until you become rich and famous so I can buy your books!
December 20th, 2006 at 8:46 pm
Loved how you end this entry with a telling cliffhanger.
“Yet Kyle was the sort of guy who kept his eyes on the prize even if the prize had already been claimed.” Being the prize sure feels special, huh?
December 21st, 2006 at 12:14 am
Oh, jeez. Yet another Asian Ivy League nympho-whore. Why don’t you do it in the Leverett Towers so you get a bigger audience?
You realize ppl will talk about you at your reunion, and then it’s not gonna be so cute.
Whatever happened to reading, anyway?
December 21st, 2006 at 12:52 am
“I’ve returned.”
… and of course when i read this I’m 9 hours from catching a plane to Seattle.
December 21st, 2006 at 1:15 am
just a thought… why is she a nympho-whore? wouldn’t a guy with the same sex drive and play be envied among his peers? oh american society.
December 21st, 2006 at 1:18 am
Alum,
I wasn’t aware there was another Asian Ivy League nympho-whore. Would you like to introduce us? Also, please try to refrain from posting five different comments (all basically saying the same thing — i.e. “you’re a slut”) on five different entries within a matter of minutes.
I don’t know what they call it in Reston, Virginia, but in Massachusetts, we call it spam.
P.S. I’d rather be talked about than forgotten. If I’m actually a topic of conversation at reunion, it probably means I mattered.
December 21st, 2006 at 1:46 am
Better to be remembered at your college reunion then never known at all.
And I say, “There’s no such things as bad publicity.”
Just look at Tara Conner:)
December 21st, 2006 at 1:57 am
Bit of an amendment you might want to make there, Ilyana–no such thing as publicity too bad for Donald Trump to use it.
;P
December 21st, 2006 at 10:40 am
To indiana: He’d be a whore, too. That defense is getting a little old.
December 21st, 2006 at 11:25 am
to just a girl. it will only be old when it’s not true.
December 21st, 2006 at 3:00 pm
Alum, you need to chill. If you don’t like what Elle is writing, here’s a suggestion: don’t read it. I highly doubt she’ll have lawsuits up her ass in the future, but you clearly have a stick up yours. Get over it and get over yourself.
December 21st, 2006 at 7:55 pm
Elle:
Great storytelling. All the more so beacause you left out the details of the other things you did. I don’t see what you are studying there at Harvard? Writing? / Law? Merry Christmas. You go girl.
December 25th, 2006 at 7:04 am
[...] And yet hours later, he was checking out my ass and I was checking out his credentials for a background in reverse psychology. I couldn’t believe the position I was in. Despite our mutual acknowledgement that ours was an unwise tryst, the transition from hanging out to hooking up came all too easily. And with Kyle, I did it all voluntarily. Where other guys made me feel manipulated, he made me feel in control of the situation — and what a situation it was. We spent hours with the covers kicked back, our limbs tangled, and the tension high as we negotiated mutual limits while teasing the boundaries of acceptability. [...]
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