Saying yes to her was not easy.
She was only a couple of years younger than me, but I got it into my head that it wasn’t the right thing to do and there’s nothing more terrifying than a boy who thinks he knows better. God, she was pretty though, and I hadn’t wanted anyone as badly as her in a long time. Maybe it was my resistance that made it more enticing, but I said no at least ten times before I realized how stupid I was.
It started with a kiss on the back of her neck in the early afternoon. The living room was dark and quiet and while the summer air was thick outside, we were hidden from the worst it. When I slid one hand into her jeans she pushed back against me and whispered in my ear.
“Are you teasing me again?”
I’m not sure I even whispered the word no as I grew more and more frantic, but she understood as much as she still didn’t believe me. In fact, even when our clothes lay about the room and she was on her back beneath me, she still doubted. Even as I rubbed against her skin, my whole body trembling as I tried to do and not do at the exact same time, she laughed and shook her head.
But then I kissed her and pressed forward, and she took me in with a scream and a sigh as her eyes opened wide, the careful teasing a quick memory. I held her there, firmly and quietly as she caught her breath and struggled to adjust to me inside her. When we finally started to move there were tears in her eyes and mine weren’t much better. I kissed her as we fucked, and she wrapped her arms around me, whispering those words of love that I had both dreaded and longed for at the same time.
Somehow we took our time, and the sex lasted forever. Somehow we moved into laughing when we realized we had actually done it, and then we switched back into panting and groaning, the joyful connection both full of ecstasy and disbelief. When I finally came she bit my shoulder and held me, the tears flowing once more from us both as I promised her I would stay. Her legs locked behind me, her hair was in my mouth and her wrists in my hands while we laughed and cried and then laughed again.
Later I wondered if it was right or wrong or simply perfect. She curled up in my arms and wouldn’t let me go and there was nothing to do but give in.
“I love you,” I finally whispered, knowing it had been true for far too long.
From my new collection Sexy Sweet, emotional and erotic short stories.
