Twenty-two. Not 40. But had I not intervened, he may have waited until he was forty. I did my duty and rescued him from such a fate.
It was unseasonably cold that winter. We’d actually had a smattering of snow, which is unusual in the deep South. The roads were icy and I was sequestered at home…with my parents. So the weekend after the winter storm, I was more than ready to get out and heat things up a bit. My cousin invited me to visit him for a decadent weekend. He was in his junior year of college at the University of South Carolina and there was always a party going on. He had a wide variety of friends. Men/women, gay/straight/bi, wild as hell and super nerdy. He was a social butterfly who enjoyed them all.
I loved visiting him. He always had a plan, an agenda, of what we would do for fun. He was a small town boy with big city tastes. He loved to live on the edge. And I walked that ledge on the edge with him. We started the weekend by going to a few parties on campus. We both had a good time, but it wasn’t at the level of our typical shenanigans. We were infamous for doing some crazy shit, like tip-toeing out of someone’s bedroom before their lover got home. In fact, he was the same cousin who had taken my to the beach, where I had my first three-way. Our stories were scandalous and I was slightly disappointed that the weekend began so tame.
Saturday was full of shopping, noshing on eclectic food and drinking. I spent a copious amount of money on a sexy black cashmere sweater. It was the perfect color for my milky complexion and I wore it with a micro-mini Pucci-print miniskirt and black thigh-high boots. I was fierce. We went to a few 18+ nightclubs, but nothing kept our attention. It looked like the night was a wash, when we happened upon a party on the Horseshoe. My cousin recognized one of his classmates, Tom.
Tom was a finance major, who was graduating that year and planned to continue on and get his MBA. He wanted to intern with Barclay’s in London and eventually open his own consulting firm. The man was smart, articulate and incredibly sexy. Tall. Dark. Handsome. (And his feet were HUGE..just sayin’). But he was a nerdy mess when it came to chatting up a girl. He could talk about the world of finance and currency exchanges, but flirty banter made him a blubbering mess.
And that’s when my agenda changed. I had to have him. I was attracted to Tom in a different way. He had this charm and innocence about him. He was successful and if I am being real with you guys…he was a Kennedy. Not related to the royals, but he had an air of aristocracy that made him seem like he was one of them. I could tell there was a bad boy lurking beneath the surface. And it was my duty as an American citizen to find that beast and bring it out…you know the whole, “not what your country can do for you, but what YOU can “do” for your country” thing. I took that seriously.
I sat next to him at the party and engaged him in conversation about European currency. This was before the Euro and he had a vast knowledge on the subject. My knowledge was basic, but enough to impress him that I had an interest (he seemed to pick up that I had a little bit of nerd lurking beneath my bad girl persona). We talked for hours. He was starting to become comfortable and sat a bit closer to me on the couch.
I peered into his big brown eyes, hoping to lure a kiss out of him, but he was still very nervous. I realized that this project was going to take some time. We parted ways that night with a long hug and quick peck on the cheek. And that was okay. It gave me something to do the next weekend.
We talked every day that week. I could tell he was smitten with me. We planned to meet again on Friday afternoon. Both of us were finished with classes by 2:00 and it was less than an hour away. I told my cousin I was coming up again for the weekend and he was happy to have me there again. I told him not to plan much, as I was going to focus on Tom. He understood, as he’d met someone new and was busy planning their agenda together.
Friday arrived and I showed up at his dorm in that sexy cashmere sweater and my best “good butt” jeans. He was visibly nervous, but I got him talking about something in his comfort zone and he began to relax. We decided to try a new restaurant in the Vista. We had an amazing meal and he was such the gentleman. Honestly, it was a perfect date. Part of me felt guilty for having such tawdry plans for him later. He was such a good guy.
After dinner we stopped in at a few parties and talked with some of his friends. He seemed more and more relaxed as the night went on. We finally made it back to his dorm (his roommate was away for the weekend) around 11:30 that night. We sat on his bed and talked some more. Once again, I looked into his eyes, hopeful that he would kiss me, but not expecting him to make the first move.
He brushed the hair from my face. I could feel his hand shaking as he touched my face and pulled me towards him. Despite his nervousness, the kiss was perfect. And it went like a wildfire from there. We were locked in a fit of passion. The kissing was sensual and erotic. I began to wonder why he was so unsure of himself. He certainly seemed like he knew how to kiss a girl.
He pulled me onto his lap as his big strong hands massaged my back. My black sweater had a plunging neckline and I felt like my breasts would spill out from how he passionately touched me. I could feel his hardness through my moist jeans and I was eager to see him fully naked. To take him all in and study his form. Soon, I removed his shirt and he took off my sweater. His hands trembled as he unfastened my lacy pink bra. He looked at my bare breasts in awe before clumsily fondling one as he attempted to lick my nipples. He eventually found his groove and before long, we stood before each other naked.
“I don’t know how to tell you this” he whispered nervously. “I’m still a virgin.”
I already knew, but didn’t let on. “You are?” I asked
“Yes. Someone broke my heart my last year of high school and I’ve not had the nerve to ask anyone out here at college. I have buried myself in studies and just put it out of my mind. But I am ready.”
He walked towards me, held my face with both hands, looked into my eyes and said, “I want you.”
Let’s just pause for a minute and reflect, shall we? 1. This man is gorgeous. 2. He is a virgin. 3. He wants me…ME. 4. And he’s a Kennedy.
I gently kissed his mouth and dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth. He was rock hard and almost lost his balance. I asked him to sit down on the bed as I resumed my position. I realized that he’d never experienced anything like this before. I knew he may orgasm quickly, so I slowed my pace, allowing him to enjoy each and every second of the experience. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. I didn’t allow him to finish, because I wanted him to direct how he wanted his first time to go.
He pulled me on top of him, as he fumbled with a condom. I politely took it from him and had it on in less than a minute, with expert skill. He wanted me on top. I straddled him and slowly guided him inside me as he pulled my hips onto his. He watched me ride his cock. He looked into my eyes and then watched every move of my body on his, in amazement.
He came quickly and was most apologetic. I assured him that it was okay. He was ready to go again soon and we fucked all night long. Him on top. Me on top again. Him from behind. More oral. Showering together. We finally went to sleep around 4:00 am and woke up and fucked more at 7:00 am. We stayed in bed the entire day. Exploring. Feasting on each other. Sharing our desires. It was one of the best weekends of my life.
It rained for most of the weekend and when weren’t worshipping each other, we were intertwined in the sheets, watching it rain from his large dorm window. We never got dressed or went out…We ordered pizza on Saturday and Sunday. We didn’t want to miss a moment together. But eventually we had to untangle ourselves and get back to reality.
I left that evening a bit confused. I’d been with virgins before and I enjoyed the role as a teacher. But this felt different. I really liked this man. He was everything I wanted in a boyfriend and the sex was amazing. I remained in deep thought as I drove home in the rain. The moment I arrived home, the phone rang. It was him. He wanted to make sure I made it safely.
We talked for hours that night and I think that was the first time I fell in love. We stayed together as a blissfully happy couple until the summer. He landed that internship at Barclays and headed out for a summer in London. We tried to stay together despite the distance, but I was ready to move on. I was not ready to find the One. He could have certainly been the One. But I was young and adventurous and we both decided to see other people.
Eleven years later, I was on a beach near Charleston, SC. I heard someone call out “Tom? Tom Kennedy? Is that you? I haven’t seen you since USC!” I looked up and saw Tom talking with the man who had called his name. He was 20 feet away from where I was sitting with my family. OMG. He was still gorgeous. He was married and had two beautiful children. I was there with my husband and son. I decided not to say anything and I made an excuse for us to change locations, because it would have been too much to see him again.
I prefer to remember him as he was during that rainy weekend in the winter of 1991.