Freshman Year Was Super Squirrelly: Part Two – An Elevator Affair
We had crossed paths so many times on that elevator, It was shocking that we had never actually spoken to one another. I knew who you were and you knew who I was, but we seemed to be completely mute when we were close enough to speak. We’d flirtatiously smile, smirk and stare into each others eyes, but words seemed impossible. Or maybe unnecessary between you and I. Our coy glances back and forth however seemed to speak volumes.
Your hair was dark and wavy. It fell perfectly around your temples. You’d do that “boy band” head nod to move it away from your eyes without having to touch it. Your skin looked smooth, soft, almost flawless and reminded me of the foam in my french vanilla cappuccinos. I wondered if it tasted just as sweet. You were tall and had an athletes body. I wasn’t sure if you actually played any sports, worked out or were just “country strong” as they said around these parts. Either way you looked like you could pick me up with ease if the desire ever beckoned and I liked the thought of that.
It was months of quiet yet playful exchanges and it was exciting. Every time I saw you I felt goosebumps come over my skin. As soon as you would walk into that elevator my attention was on you, no matter how filled that tiny space would get with other students. As soon as I’d walk off I could feel your eyes burning into my flesh. I wondered how long these little moments between us would last before one of us broke the silence.
Then one night after an eventful evening with my friends I was making my way back towards the dorms. I stopped at the mailbox to see if I had received anything and then made my way towards the elevator. Those elevators were so old and had gotten stuck so many times, It was shocking that anyone even used them but I always seemed to take my chances.
As I was fighting with the buttons to get the doors to close another body walked on to the elevator. I turned away from the useless buttons to ask “What floor?” and fell silent when I saw your face. We both looked at each other for what seemed like an entire minute before the elevator doors finally closed. As soon as that steel box started to descend you made your way towards me and put both hands on my face. You were so tall… my neck was almost straining to meet your gaze.
Until that moment I didn’t even know what your voice sounded like. It was deep, thick and delicious.
“Hi,” I said looking up at you. Your eyes were a bright blue. I hadn’t noticed how beautiful they were until you were inches from my face.
After months of our playful yet silent exchanges those two words exchanged were the only invitation we needed. You met my lips fast and hard. Our bodies crashed together as the elevator jolted along. My back was up against the wall and you pressed every inch of you into me. I felt like I was on my tip-toes and I assumed you noticed I was straining to stay connected to your mouth. So you reached down, grabbed my butt and lifted my body up until I was resting on the hand rail. I wrapped my legs around you, and I smiled into our kiss.
Your lips left mine and started kissing my neck and the top of my chest. My hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, while the other was pulling at the collar of your shirt. The elevator doors opened and we stopped for just a second, realizing we had reached my floor. You looked back at me, smiled and pressed the button for the top floor. The doors lazily closed and I hopped down from the hand rail, grabbed your shirt and pulled you in for more. I put my hands up the bottom of your shirt as you found yours reaching for my face. Your skin was smooth, firm and warm. I wondered how it would feel against mine.
Our lips nor our bodies parted until we reached the top. The doors creakily opened while we seemed to be fighting to catch our breaths. You reached your arm out to hold the door open, but you never broke your gaze. With your hand cupping my face, while the other struggled to hold the door open you gave me one sweet last kiss, smiled down at me, then kissed my forehead. You walked off the elevator and we stood there smiling at one another until the doors closed completely. I left you standing there on what I assumed was your floor and I felt like I couldn’t move. I struggled to find the number to my floor as I was trying to get a hold of my bearings. I reached up to touch my lips and couldn’t stop smiling. Did that really just happen?
For the rest of the semester we went back to our silent yet sexy exchanges. Some days when the elevator was filled we found ourselves standing next to each other. You would reach over and caress my arm or gently brush my fingers and my body would ache for you. It was the sexiest and most exciting experience I had ever had and we had never even seen each other naked. We didn’t need to, our imaginations would run wild with every glance and smile and that was enough.
At the end of the semester I packed up my things and went home. As I assume you did the same. We never saw each other again, and I never once spoke of our little affair to anyone until today. I wonder if you kept our little secret or simply forgot about it all together. Or do your knees get weak when you find yourself alone on an elevator?