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would chastise, running her fingertips along the nape of her neck and trying to hide the smile from creeping onto her lips.  I’d kiss her collarbone and return to my work, excited at the thought of the anticipation building inside of both of us. 
    After spending a long day with Kerry, I would walk her back to her dorm and kiss her before catching the bus back to my apartment.  Our kisses grew more intense as the days went by, but each night she would press her hand against my chest as a signal that it wouldn’t go any further. Her breaths would be heavy, and she would stare at me from beneath her lashes in such a way that I knew she didn’t want to stop.
    I liked who I felt like I was with Kerry.  I liked who she thought I was.  Sitting across from her in the library or hearing her call my name across a crowded lecture hall made me think of possibilities for my life I had never imagined existing.  It wasn’t long before the role I was playing for her became exactly who I wanted to be.   
    ***
    “Sooooo, when’s the wedding?” Phil asked in a high-pitched tone one night after I had gotten home from “studying” with Kerry.  He had hit ‘pause’ on the video game he was playing and sat back in the couch smirking at me. 
    “What’s that voice?” I chortled, plopping down on the couch beside him.
    “My Aunt Judith,” he said, laughing.  I shook my head.  “This chick must be hot; I mean, Playboy-Bunny-hot for you to be spending nights in the library with her when you haven’t even hooked up yet.” 
    “See, this is why I haven’t let you meet her.”
    “Why? Because she’s ugly?”
    “No, man, because you’d say some crazy shit.”
    He laughed.  “Nothing you bring in here can surprise me, Nate.  I know you like big girls,” he added smirking.
    I sighed, picking up the other game controller.  “Kerry’s not big.  And besides, a big ass is not the same thing as a big girl,” I declared as he started a new game.
    “You get to both by eating.”
    I shook my head.  “If…” I paused.  “Who’s that chick you like from all those British movies?”
    He shrugged.  “Oh, Keira Knightely?” he asked, remembering.
    “Yes,” I said cringing.  “If Keira Knightely and Beyonce were bent over in front of you, right here… naked… you mean to tell me you’d push over Beyonce to hit Keira Knightely’s bony ass.”
    He was silent.
    “Phil?”
    “I’m visualizing,” he said hitting pause on the game.  I laughed.  “I think Keira Knightely has a prettier face,” he concluded
    “That’s fucking racist, Phil.”
    He laughed.  “How’s that racist? You bring big butt white girls in here all the time who I’d pass on.  Besides, what about Kim? Remember her? We were practically a couple,” he said, reminding me of a Trinidadian co-ed he dated our sophomore year.
    “Since when does smashing a girl three times make you a couple?”
    “The point is, I’m not a racist.  I just don’t like big, sloppy asses,” he concluded, unpausing the game.  We were silent for a moment as we beat the shit out of each other in the game we were playing. 
    “Ha!” he yelled, as his character knocked mine out.  He turned to me.  “All I’m saying is you and Kerry better hook up soon before one of those big girls you like comes in here waving her ass around and reminding you that you’re a dog.”  He laughed, standing and heading into the kitchen. 
    I got up, chucking the console on the couch and walking into my room. 
    “Aww! Did I hurt your feelings?” he teased as I shut the door.
    Phil was right.  I had never dated a girl like Kerry.  Truthfully, I’d never really dated.  The girls I was with were usually gone by morning and if they stuck around any longer, I usually found a way to fuck it up.  The closest I had come to a girlfriend was Lisa Wilson, a camp counselor I met at a free summer camp my parents sent Natalie and me to when I was thirteen years old. 
    Lisa