We were laying on the grass looking up at the stars, your arms a pillow for your head, and your stomach a pillow for mine. I tried to slow my breathing lest it betray how aware I was of your taught belly and your steady breaths. You pointed up and whispered, do you know which one that is? I shook my head, and you felt it and laughed softly. Me neither. I laughed too, then. Then I turned my body so that my cheek was on your stomach and I was looking at your chin, lightly sprinkled with the shadow you'd harvested on our little camping trip. Our parents were asleep, of course, it being nearly 4am, and so were our siblings. This late night, or early morning, rendezvous was ours, and only ours. I propped my body up sideways on my elbow, and gazed into your face, blocking your view of the stars. Your face was nearly obscured by the darkness, and I could faintly make out the shape of your face and the glint of your eyes. I stayed like that for a good five minutes or more, listening to your breathing and mine try to find a steady tempo. Hey, I whispered after another moment. What? You didn't move from your place. You didn't even stir. Are you still awake? I knew the answer, but I didn't know what else to say. I could feel his hot breath on my face, and it made me lose my speech. He didn't answer. I waited another five minutes, then leaned in closer to his face. Hey, I whispered. There was no response save for his steady breathing tickling my cheeks. Suddenly, I felt soft lips on my nose. I bit back a squeal of surprise. He chuckled, and I moved in again, spurred on by his boldness. I put my hand on his face to better navigate myself in the dark. From my hand on his cheek, I was able to tell where his eyes were, his nose, and his mouth. I kissed his nose lightly as a checkpoint, and my hand still on his cheek could feel the crinkle of the corners of his mouth as he smiled. Then, slowly, I pressed my lips to his. He kissed back, chastely first, then more hungrily. This was his first kiss. I pulled back, teasingly. He growled under his breath, and turned his body so that my back was on the grass, and he was positioned slightly above me. I was both taken back and turned on by his ability to take initiative, given his newness at this kind of thing, but I went with the flow. He kissed my lips again, taking his time savoring the feeling, then kissed them three more times before moving down to my jaw.
OK NO MORE GAWD IM GETTING FLUSTERED OH MY GOD
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Saturday, August 24, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Chapter 47: Some Fantasizing
We were the only ones standing there on the sand, and you were looking out at the ocean and I was looking at you. I wanted to hold your hand, or touch you in some way, or just be close enough to feel the warmth of your body. I turned my gaze to the fire, and didn't see as you turned yours to me.
And suddenly your arms were around me, as if you had known what I was thinking and had reacted as if to orders. My arms were around your neck, and my chin was buried in your shoulders, and before I knew it, I was crying. You knew what this meant to me, and held me tighter. My fingers grasped at your broad back, and you stood, strong, ready to hold my sobs and shudders as the cried fled from my lips.
I felt your hands, honest and firm, wrapped around my upper back, and I wonder now if you were thinking about how fragile I felt, how weak and small. Your hands emanated warmth. Your body was an anchor, holding me in place, but also a rope that someone had thrown me, that I clung to desperately. I hadn't known before, but I knew then. I loved you. I loved you.
And suddenly your arms were around me, as if you had known what I was thinking and had reacted as if to orders. My arms were around your neck, and my chin was buried in your shoulders, and before I knew it, I was crying. You knew what this meant to me, and held me tighter. My fingers grasped at your broad back, and you stood, strong, ready to hold my sobs and shudders as the cried fled from my lips.
I felt your hands, honest and firm, wrapped around my upper back, and I wonder now if you were thinking about how fragile I felt, how weak and small. Your hands emanated warmth. Your body was an anchor, holding me in place, but also a rope that someone had thrown me, that I clung to desperately. I hadn't known before, but I knew then. I loved you. I loved you.
Chapter 46: The New One
She always watched him from afar and wondered why she hadn't noticed him before. He had always been there, in the background, helping, caring. But now that she had become more aware of his presence, she couldn't help but think about his numerous good qualities. First of all, he was incredibly nice. Not even just nice, but genuinely kind, never missing a chance to ask what he could do to help or express concern for others. He was quiet, too, but since he was quietly good looking, he was also mysterious. And once he got to know you, which you want, very, very much, he was also very funny. She thought about how she couldn't help but grin widely every time he pulled a funny face on her or made a snarky remark to her under his breath so that nobody else could hear but her. He was also talented and smart, ranking higher than her on both the SAT and in GPA, and having been her teacher in several instruments as she had been starting out on them. She wondered why she hadn't before been aware of how her heart reacted to a simple smile on his face directed at her, or how she hadn't noticed his soothing voice or calming presence. He was like an older brother to her, and before, she hadn't known that that was her type, or at least that he made that her type.
She remembered the sinking feeling in her chest when someone had once mentioned that he had several attractive female childhood friends, and the smile she had to fake when they also mentioned an older friend of hers that she felt was like a sister to her, and how that friend had a crush on him for a while now.
She sat in an oversized sweater and running shorts, legs pulled up to her chest, on a chair in front of the desk in her room. She had been reading shoujo manga for three hours, reading through countless happy endings despite seemingly hopeless situations, and her heart had been questioning itself. She knew that her unrequited love was hopeless. He was obviously too good for her. But she found some strange solace in a small thought: at least I can like him.
She remembered the sinking feeling in her chest when someone had once mentioned that he had several attractive female childhood friends, and the smile she had to fake when they also mentioned an older friend of hers that she felt was like a sister to her, and how that friend had a crush on him for a while now.
She sat in an oversized sweater and running shorts, legs pulled up to her chest, on a chair in front of the desk in her room. She had been reading shoujo manga for three hours, reading through countless happy endings despite seemingly hopeless situations, and her heart had been questioning itself. She knew that her unrequited love was hopeless. He was obviously too good for her. But she found some strange solace in a small thought: at least I can like him.
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