Innocent Kiss by Cheri Crystal

Author:Cheri Crystal [Crystal, Cheri]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

Our averages were close, but I beat Suzette by a tenth of a point. Life was sweet.

The day my guidance counselor informed me that I had received a full scholarship to Stanford University I couldn’t believe my luck about going across country to California. And to top it off, I’d earned a place on their high ranking women’s basketball team. I was so full of myself. My rejoicing was complete when Suzette chose New York University. Okay, it was not Siberia, but it was good enough for me.

Palo Alto, California, was heaven. Thanks to pesky dreams, I didn’t exactly forget about Suzette, but I took to Stanford as if the school was built with me in mind. Like most pre-med students I studied mostly science and math, strong in both subjects, and stayed on top of my game. Our team was undefeated; and I was cool with my teammates and classmates and held in high esteem by my coaches and teachers. Our games drew quite a crowd. Everything was going my way.

Strategically, I chose Sundays around supper time, when most students were either at the library or in the dining halls filling up on caffeine, carbs and fat, to hit the gym. Even if they were working out, most chose the state-of-the-art sports complex over a no-frills weight room. I was almost always assured I’d have the little gym all to myself. I planned to catch a quick workout before heading to the library to photocopy a few JAMA journal articles for my term paper and entered the weight room the minute I unloaded my books.

Expecting solitude, the last person on earth I thought I’d see was none other than my old high school flame, lit on my end alone, turned foe. But there she was, Suzette Tucker in all her splendor, seated like the Queen of Sheba at the arm press, working her pectoralis major. Suzette’s silhouette gave new meaning to the hourglass figure. I closed my eyes, blinked several times to make this nightmare – or was it a vision? – go away. But it refused to budge. She was really here. In the Gym. With me. She sported a Dorothy Hamill golden wedge haircut that barely reached the nape of her supple neck; her eyes appeared larger and bluer than I remembered. As she brought her elbows together on the pec press her breasts threatened to tumble out of her top. She taunted me with a smile—every tooth chemically whitened and perfectly aligned. At first, I didn’t know how to respond. It had been two years, we had both matured, but did she think I’d forget high school ever happened? I was not the type to hold a grudge. But I wasn’t a pushover either. I decided I didn’t care. I’d outstare her, out-exercise her, out-anything. But most of all, I’d get her out of my gym.

I strode past her and sat my ass on the leg press, directly opposite her; my legs splayed. I matched her endurance motion for motion.

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