Status Updates From Paradise, Piece by Piece

I opened my legs and he opened the lips of my vagina with his fingers and entered my vagina with the fingers of one hand and circled my clitoris with the fingers of his other. My nipples hardened. When my clitoris was the size of a hazelnut I had my orgasm, coming with him holding me, my eyes open and his eyes watching me and then I felt the naked entering of his penis inside me without a barrier.

"Cold?" Sean asked.
"No, I'm fine."
I rubbed my hands up and down my shoulders at Helen's bar and spent more of my fellowship money on another Virgin Irish Coffee.
"I wish I had my sweater," I said, then felt what seemed like every cell in my body collapse when Sean threw his long arm around me, as if I were his favorite Irish setter. I nearly whimpered, dog-like, as I looked up from my notes.

Like creatures lost in the woods, Jonathan and I depended on and watched out for one another. How grateful I was not to be alone! Jonathan was as big as a door that fit snugly into its frame. When I dreamed that poison gas was seeping round the doorframe and woke up panicked, I saw him in bed and reminded myself how airtight he could make life be. And so his presence began to shield my fear.