URD TAKES TO PLAY
Urd heard the ring, the pulse, but at that time was engrossed in play.
Zeen had by now skillfully peeled off his shirt, finding hairs on his
chest a thrill.
She went about meticulously taking each branch and stretching it. She
would bring her breasts forward and rub them, shake them against his chest.
Her dark-brown eyes revealed a sweet savagery, a sort of everlasting
tenderness mingled with playfulness, Urd had not identified before. And
yet, her upper lip with its clear-cut curl, her nostrils between
straight and broad, her huge bongos curled like a tall trees vines, blew
his mind and loins out of their restfulness.
They got up, rocking, kissing their way to the bed. Along the way and
between those passionate tongues, Urd picked up and looked at the phone.
Was Rosetta’s number.
He smiled again, thinking that she was just wanting to tell him about
her first few hours. Outside, a slight drizzle began. There was a soft
Rosetta felt disturbed physically and thought about what might be wrong
with Urd. She needed to eliminate that feeling, hoping it was just her
brief encounter with Stephen, vibes from her first day, a general
excitement about being in a college environment and her upcoming class
in psychology —sh.