"Just maybe?" he murmured. "I don't want you to leave." She reached up and coiled her hands around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, closing he... eyes as she initiated her own kiss and melted when his mouth softened against hers and his tongue found her probing tongue. They fell onto the lounge, locked in an embrace. Jena started to undo his shirt buttons and at the same time, Ben was lowering the zip at the back of her dress. He slipped his arms out of his shirt and helped her fully. In any case, there was a closeness that developed, particularly among the teaching assistants (or TA’s), leading to get-togethers one or twice a month, usually a Saturday night, when they sat around ‘talking shop,’ discussing professors and courses, papers, articles and their own classes and students and all the other minutia that graduate students and teaching assistants revel in. Frequently, one of the fellows played classical guitar and entertained with Spanish music while everyone lay back. They two suffer the consequence of their inadequacy, this night. They talk, they meet their minds together. He thinks she is all kinds of good looking, she thinks the same, but hides it behind an irritation at his incessant attention. He asks for her number, she demurs. They go home separate. She sleeps alone in her bed, as does he. He quite likes the thought of her, she tries not to think about him. His voice, his face, his body, it all comprises into an irritant for her. It shits her that. “Well, when you put it like that…” We got dressed and headed downstairs. In the dorm lobby, we ran into Kelly and Matt. Shana hugged them both, and I gave Matt a bro-hug. They were heading to the same party, so we walked out together, Kelly and Shana falling behind us a little to whisper together.I glanced over my shoulder at them. “I wonder what that’s about,” I said to Matt.“Comparing notes, probably,” he said, smiling and shaking his head. “You guys fuck yet?” I was a little startled at the.