She didn't manage to escape her father, not that night or any other. He wasn't a colonel in the United States Army for no reason. Her mother's reasoning fell on deaf ears. "It's for her own good, Lillian," was all he'd say. She wasn't even permitted to call him. All contact had been completely and effectively cut off.
And she was not happy about it. Jill spent August in stony defiance. She didn't eat with the rest of the family. She spent the daylight hours at the beach and night sequestered in her room. She didn't talk to her father and barely spoke to her mother or sisters.
For his part, Tim was certain he'd never see her again. It had been two weeks and she hadn't come over or called and he was beginning to give up hope. Maybe she agreed with her father. Hell, he certainly agreed with the colonel. He wasn't good enough for her. No one was. No one would ever be.
He certainly knew she was out of his league. Despite all this, he loved her and she'd said she loved him. Had it been a lie? No, he was sure she wouldn't lie about something so important. Doubts eating away at him, Tim returned to Michigan, hoping he would see her at school.
A few days before classes began, they ran into each other. It was, without a doubt, one of the most awkward moments of their lives.
"Hi," she said hesitation in her voice.
"Hi," he answered, just as reluctant.
"Can we talk?"
"You wanna talk here, Jill?" he gestured to some chairs in the common area they were in.
"Could we talk in private?"
"Jill—" he hesitated.
"Yeah?" she asked anxiously.
"Could you just answer a question before we go anywhere?"
"Do you love me? Were you telling me the truth?"
"Yes. I was telling the truth. I love you."
"Still? I mean, even after what happened this summer?"
"Yes. Do you still love me? I can't imagine how hard this last month must have for you."
"I love you. I couldn't stop loving you if I wanted to and I don't want to."
He kissed her, pouring all the love and desire and frustration into that kiss. "My room?"
She nodded, still gasping from their kiss. "Sounds perfect. Let's go."
The door had hardly closed behind her before she was against it, trapped in a searing kiss. It had been a long month apart and both were eager to make up for lost time.
"Bed," she murmured against his mouth. Her own mouth traveled to nip and kiss at the sensitive flesh just below his ear.
"Mmm. What's wrong with right here?"
"Hmm?" she asked, moving back to taste his mouth again.
"I'm having a great time right here," he declared, tracing the ling of her collarbone with his tongue, having already kissed his way down her neck.
"Bed's better," she gasped, trying to lead her lover to the piece of furniture in question.
Giving in, he followed her to the bed. He joined her, unbuttoning her blouse and kissing each inch of newly uncovered skin. She pulled at his shirt, yanking it from his body and throwing it to the floor. She brought his head back to hers, kissing him passionately as their bodies made contact, chest to chest. She moaned in pleasure and he moved to remove her bra.
They were locked in this rather compromising position when Stu walked in. "Hey, Taylor, heard you were— Whoa! Sorry… dude, you should've put a tie on the door or something." He told the duo, who had leapt apart and covered as soon as he'd come in.
"Stu, would you leave?" Jill asked, "Or at least turn around so I can get dressed?"
"Sure, no problem. But you guys gotta go somewhere else. My mom's coming to make sure I'm "settled in". Does it every year. Have fun, Taylor. See ya, Patterson. Lookin' good, by the way," he ducked out of the room before Tim could kill him.
"Let's go to my room," Jill suggested, putting her clothes back on.
"Good idea. We gotta work out a system with Stu for the room or something."
"Later. It's been a month since we've had sex."
"Oh, I know. Believe me, I know."
They had progressed further with their love play when Jill's roommate interrupted them. "Dear God, am I ever going to get to be alone with you?"
"Sorry to interrupt. Didn't know you were back."
"Donna," Jill groaned.
"Can't. Gotta finish summer reading."
"You can't do that in the lobby?"
"Fine, we'll leave."
The couple raced from the room, laughing. "Great. Now we have nowhere to go. And I'm starting to get a little desperate," Jill declared.
"You wanna go see a movie?"
"A movie? No, I don't want to see a movie! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Not even a drive-in movie?" he asked suggestively.
"Oh. Well, a drive-in movie…"
"A private drive-in movie, minus the movie."
"Oh, I see. It would just be you and me, in the backseat of the car… naked."
"Yeah. What do you think?"
"It's been a long time."
"No arguments from me."
When they returned to the dorms, they were relaxed and pleasant, the tension of the previous month drained away. Oh, the power of orgasm.
"Are we ready to talk now?"
"Honey, I'm not sure there's anything to talk about. Your father separated us and now we're back together."
"There's nothing to talk about?"
"What do you want to talk about, Jill?"
"How about how we could let that happen? How could we let my father tear us apart?"
"He's a military officer! We're no match for that. We did all we could. And, really, we won. He didn't break us up. We're together now, aren't we? We won!"
"We did. Hell, we just had sex. Your father never wanted that to happen again. He doesn't like that you're having sex at all, let alone having sex with me."
"And just what's wrong with you? I happen to love you."
"And I love you. And your father hates that. He doesn't like me. No one is good enough for you, especially me."
"Is that how you feel?"
"Do you think you're not good enough for me?"
"Well, I think you should let me decide who is good enough for me, okay? And I think you just might be perfect for me, and that's all that matters." She kissed him, desperate to reassure him that they belonged together.
"Jill, it's getting late. Do you want me to take you to your room?"
He waked her to her room, kissing her deeply at the door. "Good-night, baby."
"Good-night, honey. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Sleep well."