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“Covey” I roll over and bury my face into my pillow. I’d been awake for a few hours. Long enough to watch the sun peak through the frilly pink curtains Leighton had chosen.
“Covey get up I’m bored” I squeeze my eyes shut and pretend to snore.
“Gross” he teases and my nose scrunches up in offense. I let out another fake snore and that’s when all hell breaks loose. His hands attack my waist with fluttering tickling motions and I laugh so hard that I start to snort.
“Hey!” I gasp out trying to ward off his attack with weak little pushes here and there. He rolls on top of me and stops his tickling. His deep laugh reverberates through his body and against mine. We’re both breathing heavily.
“How did you know I wasn’t really asleep? You could've interrupted a life altering dream!” He buries his face into the crook of my neck and takes in a deep exhale.
“You mean a sex dream?” He says, his voice muffled by my neck. I slap his back and try to get him to roll off of me, but he’s 200 + pounds of lean athlete.
“Sex, sex, sex. Why is that all you think about?” He lifts up his head and raises an eyebrow.
“Really Covey?” I blush and roll my eyes trying to bring down the suddenly sexy mood that fell amongst the room. Peter however is eager to keep the energy going. He starts to kiss my neck and my eyes flutter closed and my arms loop around his neck.
“Hey Lara Jean?”
“Hey Peter?” I ask, eyes still closed. He gulps and then I open my eyes to see him shake his head. He tries to untangle himself and I hold on to him tighter. He still tries to wiggle his way out.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” I say finally letting him sit up. He runs a hand through his hair and i have to remind myself to breathe when the action makes his abs tense up ever so slightly.
“I was going to ask you something stupid. Just… forget it” I shake my head.
“We have to tell the truth always remember?” How dare he forget? It was afterall in our contract.
“Ok so basically. I was going to ask you if it was okay if I gave you a hickey, but I thought about it and I knew it probably wouldn’t be something you would be into and I-”
“Sure” I say surprising myself a bit at exactly how ‘sure’ I sounded.
“What?” His jaw is propped open and his eyes are getting wider by the second.
“Sure. You can give me a hickey Kavinsky. It’ll be part of our ‘new territory’ adventure”
“Oh. Ok. Wow. Lay back then!” His voice is laced with excitement and I do as I’m told. My hair fanning over the pillow so that my neck is exposed to him. He leans over me and starts to kiss my shoulders, my chest and then finally my neck.
“This is so romantic. Like in Grease when Rizzo got a hickey from kenickie” Peter’s tongue darts out against my neck and I gasp.
“Never seen Grease” he murmurs. Focused on the taught skin of my throat. I shimmy my shoulders and relax, settling my hands on his shoulders but the changing my mind to tangle one in his brown curls and let the other rest on my pillow. I wonder if I looked like one of the romance heroines that I liked so much. Probably not. It was early morning afterall…. When the suckling begins I hold my breath until he whispers a quiet and sensual ‘relax’ into my ear. At that I obey and make my body have the consistency of an al dente noodle. Noodle. I think to myself. Maybe tonight I could make Peter a spaghetti dinner in the communal kitchen. I would need to buy some pasta and ingredients for sauce an-
“Covey” Peter sounds frustrated and I return to noodle position. I even let a tiny moan escape my lips in order to encourage him further. Boys need constant reassurance.
“Something caught in your throat?” He asks and the concern is evident in voice and i blush in embarrassment.
“That was a moan!”
“Really? Sounded pretty forced… If you don’t like this then-”
“Just give me a hickey Kenickie” I say as a means to shut him up and he laughs before going in for a kiss. A sudden, intrusive thought comes into my mind and I blurt it out.
“I’ll buy concealer and watch a Youtube video on how to cover them up” my voice sounds almost giddy and when Peter lets out a half sigh half laugh I rest a hand on his cheek and and let my eyes get a little misty. He frowns sitting up just a little so that he still hovers over me. He manages to press his lips to my fingers before speaking.
“What’s on your mind LJ?” I blink and try not to cry. College had turned me into quite the emotional gal.
“I’m just glad that all of my firsts get to be with you.” His boyish smile overtakes his entire face and then he’s lying on me again. His tongue licks the side of my neck a little below my jaw and then like a lightswitch his lips start to suck at the skin. A knot starts to form in my stomach and I squirm a little bit. I’m uncomfortable. Not in a bad way. Just in an impatient way.
‘You’re horny!’ A voice screams in my head and it sounds suspiciously like Chris. It wasn’t Chris of course. Because she and her new girlfriend were enjoying bungalow life in Singapore according to her latest postcard. I squirm once more and as if he’d read my mind Peter moves to rest a heavy hand onto my left breast, massaging it ever so slightly through my thin pajama top. He was so physically intuitive.
My legs were beginning to fall asleep so I shift them a little, propping them up so that he and I were groin to groin. I shift my hips not even an inch and poor Peter groans. They happened a lot. His boners. He knew I wasn’t quite ready to discuss anything remotely close to them so when things got hot and heavy between us we’d ignore them completely.
“I have other ways of… Release” He’d said with a blush and I’d nodded and that was that. He starts to nip at my neck in addition to the suckling and the familiar and weird pleasure pain of pressing on a fresh bruise starts to bloom at my neck. His tongue does a quick circle and I moan, for real this time, and grab the hair that curls slightly at the back of his neck. His hips move forward just a little, but I can feel him so clearly through his flannel night pants and my satin shorts. ‘Next time you and kinky Kavinsky get freaky you should dry hump him. It’s like sex, but without the naked part’.
Leighton’s boyfriend Chad had given me this advice when I’d accidentally walked in on their ‘sock on the door’ moments.She and he sat on top of her bed, a blanket draped around them. I’d left them like that and headed to our study hall where I discreetly pulled up a video of the act on my phone. The guy and girl in the video seemed to have a great time. Testing the waters I push my hips up and swivel them a bit against Peter. When he hisses I’m quick to try to apologize, but he interrupts me.
“Wait. No, that feels like, really good. Like amazing”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He gulps and I do it again and soon there’s an easy rhythm to it. He takes the lead, as he was known to, and hikes my leg up so that my knee rested firmly against his waist. It was a new feeling. A great one. Everytime Peter moved forwards I met his thrusts with an easy reciprocating movement that managed to draw a few moans out of me and some low, husky groans from him. We continue this dance for a few minutes and I gasp a little when his hard member bumps against me a little too harshly. It didn’t hurt. In fact. It was something I didn’t even know I wanted. There was a familiar warmness in my panties and I try my hardest not to blush. It was natural. Beyond natural. A good thing. ‘That’s your little man in a canoe. Take care of him always LJ’ my impromptu sex lessons from Chris seemed to be swimming around my mind lately, but i appreciated them. There was no one else I’d really feel like asking.
“I Love you Lara Jean” and with a sigh and a moan he stiffens ever so slightly and grips me a little harder than usual before going still and groaning. I kiss his neck, his cheeks, and then his nose when he finally lifts up his face. He smiles. He looks embarrassed and red, but I’m not embarrassed anymore.
“Did you?” Orgasm? Neither of us say it, but we know what he means. I shake my head and smile. The warm tingling sensation wasn’t gone yet, but it wasn’t as rampant as it had been a few moments ago. Peter untangles himself from me and sits up a little uncomfortably.
“C’mere” he says quietly and I sit up to and he leans in for a kiss.
“I’m gonna go… clean myself up” I nod and smile when he smiles.
“I feel like A kid who can’t stop having wet dreams” I laugh and he smiles wider.
“Thank you,” he whispers and I shiver. He grabs some clothes from his bag before he walks into the bathroom. I get off of my bed and walk towards the vanity next to the window.
“Oh shit!” I say with wide eyes pulling my hair into a mess ponytail and examining the ugly purple red mark that covered my neck.
“Babe?” Peter calls from the bathroom. I don’t answer. Instead I press a finger to the mark and ponder sending a photo to Margot.
“ Lara Jean? You good?” Peter calls again and this time I reply.
“Never better!” He chuckles and I hear the shower start to run.
“A hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card” I say to myself before smiling and letting down my hair.
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“Peter! Stop that right now!” I giggle and he continues to nuzzle his nose against my neck. I try to push him away, but his intense UVA lacrosse practices had bulked him up a bit more. His biceps, though they were impressive in high school, had doubled in size and seeing him shirtless was always my greatest secret thrill.
“What? You love it. Plus you smell so good” I scrunch up my nose and this time he lets me push him away. Though a perfect puppy dog pout rests on his face.
“I wish I could say the same for you stinky. Look at you, messing up my sheets!” He frowns and wipes at a grass and dirt stain that would probably never come out of the pristine white ruffles of my bedspread.
“Oops. Sorry… Bae” I cringe. We were trying out pet names to spice up our long distance relationship.
“Take that one off the list” he kisses my neck before smiling almost devilishly.
“Sure thing, babycakes”
“Ew!” He laughs, standing up from my bed. It’s then that we both notice that we had more than a few grass stains to worry about. A green imprint of his ass stared back at the both of us.
“Oh fuck Lara Jean I’m sorry I-” I wave him off and stand up too. I strip off the bedspread and crumple it into a pile on the floor.
“It’s fine. Really, it is. Stormy once told me how to get grass stains out of white clothing. It’s likely the same” Peter laughs recalling the helion of an old lady that I used to keep company.
“What? Don’t tell me Stormy played football!” I blush and shake my head before bending over and picking the bedspread up to throw into the hamper labeled ‘LJ’.
“Oh, no. She slept with a lot of the players though… On the field.” Peter’s eyes go wide the way they do when anyone anywhere even hints at sex.
“Legend” he praises before attempting to sit down on my bed before I yell a quick,
“No!” He holds his hands up in surrender before peeling off his jersey and tossing it across my room. I’m terrified when it lands neatly on top of my roommate Leighton Blair’s pristine monogrammed pillow.
“Shit!” I squeak, racing over to grab it and toss back at Peter. Leighton wasn’t in the room of course, though she never was. Her boyfriend Chad Wellworth was in town visiting from Harvard and she’d, unbeknownst to her parents, rented them a gorgeous bed and breakfast in the vintage area of North Carolina.
“Has she uh, calmed down?” He was referring to Leighton’s EXTREME OCD. I shrug. I was a little distracted by the way his muscled flexed and moved as he walked towards me sans shirt. Was it hot in here?
“Shruggy Covey” he teases and that get a (drool filled) smile from me. He folds his jersey and stuffs it into the extremely nice team athletics bag that all players received before kissing my cheek and abruptly dropping his pants.
“Peter!” I screech, naively covering my eyes as if he’d whipped out his junk then and there.
“What Covey? I’m in my undies see!” I peek through my fingers and sure enough there he stood in tight compression short underwear that left a speck to my imagination. My eyes followed the cutouts of his abdomen before focusing on the trail of hair that disappeared into the shorts.
“I feel like a piece of meat” he jokes before I shake my head and push past him to grab a towel from my dresser so he can shower. I hand a huge blue fluffy one that I had bought just for him because his body was so wide and long I couldn’t imagine him ever getting dry with the small child size ones I used.
“Join me?” He’s only half kidding when he says this, but the 50% is enough to make me blush. We reached a huge milestone a month or so ago. That milestone? Boobs. We were making out in his dorm room and in a rare showcase of boldness I took off my top then I reached behind to unstrap my bra and once it fell he’d looked like a kid on christmas. Not bad for a B cup.
“I already showered.” I say biting my lip and he pulls me in for a kiss.
“Don’t bite your lip like that Covey. Drives me wild.” His voice is husky and deep and I feel the blush spreading all the way to my toes.
“Yeah?” I whisper and he makes a sound in the very back of his throat.
“This will be the fastest shower ever I swear.” He promises racing to my bathroom and shutting the door with a loud bang.
“Hey! Keep it down!” Someone yells from the room nextdoor and I shrug, smile, and sit down on my bed.
“Fresh as hell” Peter boasts once he’s out of the shower and dressed in only a pair of loose fitting flannel pants. I grab a smaller towel and motion for him to come towards me so that I can towel dry his hair. He spreads out on my bed and rests his head in my lap. I bend down to sniff at him and let out a sigh of relief when the smell of sweat and grass is missing.
“Much better,” I say as I dry his hair to the point that it’s a little damp and a lot wavy.
“Should I join a sorority?” I blurt out. He had been thinking about joining a fraternity on his campus and a few days back Leighton and I had been all but ambushed by girls in matching t-shirts.
“You’d be such a hot sorority chick oh my god.” I press the towel across his face until he gasps out ‘mercy!’
“It would look really good on my resume and I mean… I could always use more friends.” Peter scoffs.
“Lara Jean you’re the most popular freshman here” I blush. College had already proved to be different from high school. I’d started my baking club during my first month here, joined the Asian American Association, and even taken up ballroom courses. John Ambrose Mclaren was my partner, but that was something I neglected to tell Peter.
“Official recruitment starts next Wednesday. I was invited. How prestigious is that?” He wrinkles his nose and looks up at me.
“Invited? For the frat events you just… show up. Doesn’t even matter if you're wearing clothes or not”
“Fraternities are kind of gay” I admit teasingly and for a minute Peter gets serious.
“Everyone’s a little gay” he says and I look down at him with questioning eyes. He only shrugs before rolling over like a labrador retriever.
“Hey. Let’s watch a movie. Your pick.”
“I choose… Clueless!” Leighton and I had already watched/ bonded over it a few times.
“Is that the one with the hot white and black chicks?” He asks bluntly and I swat his arm and press my index finger to my nose so that it mimicked a pig snout.
“What! They’re smokin’. Hey be one of them for Halloween we’ll get you a short plaid sk-” I get up from the bed to turn on the tv and DVD player.
“Got snacks?” Peter wonders before shaking his head and scolding himself.
“Nevermind. Meat only diet.” I don’t question him. I never do when it comes to lacrosse. He must be doing something right to have had won ‘Most Valuable Rookie” his starting week. He grabs a blanket from a chair and drapes it over both of us before starting to pepper kisses all over me. I giggle and he laughs and before he relaxes he lets out a sigh.
“What?”
“If you join a sorority and I join a fraternity we will have even less time together” here it was. The vulnerable side of Peter Kavinsky.
“Not true. We’ll have formals to go to and parties to hit up…” He smiles lightly before leaning in for a kiss. It’s urgent, the kind I like the most from him, and with a strike of boldness I swipe my tongue against his lips and initiate a french kiss. We’d done that before, but recently Peter had brought up how ‘sexy’ it was for girls to make the first move. I didn’t forget anything easily, or ever. We pull away for air just as Cher begins to make her opening monologue.
“Fuck my diet. Just for today. Let’s get a pizza”
“Peter…” But he is already dialing.
“I’ll get a meat lovers. Same thing as a big ole steak” I shake my head.
“I want mozzarella sticks” I say in defeat and he smiles and nods.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
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