I'm at Fuck Mountain, and so is she. That's all you need to know. I'm a man and she's a woman. That isn't necessary information but still quite helpful.
We're in a room together, alone with nothing but a bed. Beds are nice. You can do a lot of good things in a bed. We're about to do one of those things right now.
I take hold of her hand. She smiles in response, not a knee jerk smile but a natural honest to god smile. Smiling's good, it lets me know that she likes what we're doing. And there's no point in doing what we're about to do if she doesn't like it.
I lead her to the bed and we take one final look into each other's eyes before I throw open the blanket. She gets undressed to her underwear and so do I. Afterwards she climbs into bed and I follow. Her, left side, me, right.
I reach down to throw the blanket back over us. We face each other, each of us lying on our sides. She looks at me and I look at her, the final beat before the bell.
I go closer to her, she does the same to me. We're touching now. I make the distance even thinner by reaching my arms around her. She follows my lead and takes hold back. We drift away into each other's arms.
And that's it. That's all we do for five or so minutes. See at Fuck Mountain there's a special subsection called Cuddle Mountain for people who just want to cuddle. Maybe I should have explained that at the top. Ah well, too late.
Anyway me holding her, her holding me back. That's all that's needed here. Her arms are wrapped around me so tenderly but firmly. Like the hug I never got from my dad. Why dad, why?
