For a few days, after getting back from Lubeck, Leo and I wandered around local spots, taking pictures, reading roadside signs, and hanging out with his family. While we acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary when around his parents or brothers, something was simmering just under the surface.
Walking past the living room door, I squeaked in protest as a hand wrapped around my wrist. Spinning around, I found Leo gazing at me with a smoldering look in his eyes. Quickly, he pulled me into him, crushed my lips in a searing kiss, and released me. Giving my tush a gentle smack, he walked back into the living room and said nothing. Our stolen kisses and caresses got us through two days of family togetherness before our next big adventure.
Leo had planned a three-day tour of Berlin following our trip to the North Sea. Riding the wave of hormone-induced euphoria created at the beach, I was walking on pins and needles while waiting for the chance to be alone. We had crossed the line of strictly plutonic friendship a long time ago, yet we were hesitant to do anything to put our long-standing friendship on shaky ground.
In front of his mother, Leo made phone reservations for us at a youth hostel in Berlin. He asked for two rooms; one for him in the boys' wing, and one for me in the girls' section. Even though I knew this was only to placate his parents, and give me an alibi once back home, I had been looking forward to having the chance to snuggle together in the same bed. Plus, I was not looking forward to sharing a room with five other girls, who probably didn't speak English as their native tongue and came in packs. Being the odd girl out was not very appealing, to say the very least.
So it was not without a twinge of regret that I loaded my small borrowed rucksack packed with only the barest of necessities into the train that would take us into Hamburg to meet up with the bus transporting us across Germany to Berlin. However, knowing we would have three blissfully private days in the national capitol did give me reason to smile. We had managed to keep our little cat and mouse game going under his parents' roof; we would be free and clear once we got off the bus and started exploring Berlin.
As it turned out, Leo was willing to up the ante right after our bus pulled away from the curb. I watched the cityscape whiz by my upper-deck window, rather than keeping an eye on my traveling companion. Relaxing into my front row seat, I sighed and sank into the cushions. We were surrounded by windows; even the seats directly across the aisle from us were vacant. Our nearest neighbor was two rows behind us. Even now, I don't know if that was purely serendipity or if Leo had shot dirty looks at anyone who even tried to take the seats nearest us.
Gazing out the window at the buildings the bus passed on the way out to the countryside, I was brought back to the present when I registered a warmth on the side of my neck. Leo had leaned over and was nuzzling me. His breath created small eddies on my skin and I felt my nipples harden in response. A split second later, Leo's right hand slipped under my shirt and moved to firmly cup my left breast. My gasp was barely audible above the din behind us.
"I need you to stay as silent as possible. Do you think you can do that?"
I swallowed and nodded my head. A small smile was beginning to curl the ends of my lips.
"What do you plan to do," I managed to whisper.
Moving his hand to the center of my bra, Leo deftly unhooked the snap on the front. My aching breasts feel free of their confinement. His hand resumed its original position.
"I plan to pleasure you all the way to Berlin."
His matter-of-fact tone told me that he was indeed intent on doing just that. Turning my head, our noses collided and I stared into the bottomless depths of his brown eyes.
"You know, as wonderful as that sounds, I can't possibly let you do that."
A quick squeeze to my nipple made me gasp slightly louder than before.
"Hmmmm...now that could be a problem. But tell me, what would make you say such a thing?" Leo's hot breath washed over me, sending chills all the way to my belly. His completely open expression was at odds with his contracting hand that milked my breast with a maddening slowness. It felt so good to have his hand on me; the only thing better would be his mouth.
"Ahhhhh-something seems a little unfair about this," I managed between the shocks created by his pulsing hand. "Oh, that feels good."
Leo smirked.
"But what is so unfair about this? You want me to do it, I want to do it. Sounds pretty equal to me." Leo moved closer and slowly began to kiss my neck while he pinched my nipple again. It hardened so much I thought it would fall off between his fingers.
Whispering was becoming impossible. Between the hum of the engine below us, the conversations behind us, and my voice rendered mute, I had no choice but to speak in a slightly louder stage whisper.
