Saturday
Jonas
The day’s scheduled activities begin at 8:30. Sabrina and I decided to meet up at 6:30. We meet in my room this time. My room is already less tidy than hers, with clothes and random items scattered about.
She’s still in her silky pajamas, and hops up on my bed, next to me. I’m in my black boxer briefs and no top. I figure shit’s about to get really intimate, so no use bothering to cover up. I offer her a coffee, which she gladly accepts.
In our early morning fog, we sip our coffees and exchange lists of forbidden sexual acts. I am immediately struck by how short her list is. I peek over and realize that my list is short, as well.
“Okay, I can get on board with this,” she says. “What do you think?” She looks over at me and asks. She turns her head to look at me, and I feel my throat sink into my belly. The sight of her, in her purest form, ignites a firestorm in me.