I giggled at the sun shining in my face in the car passenger seat. How the fuck did only three beers mess me up this much? I didn't want to move and went limp like a rag doll.
"Come on. YOU wanted to go for a walk. Lets go." I heard you taunt me from the other side of the window as you opened the door. I giggled again and let you pull my arms out of the car. It HAS been awhile since I anticipated your touch that much. For good reason. But that didn't stop our dangerous thoughts.
I could walk just fine...I think. I still put my arm around your waist for support. You reciprocated, pulling me in a little closer and asking where we should go. I didn't want the sun in my eyes, so I gestured straight ahead to a little patch of woods connected to the boat dock.
We walked along the hilly path for a few minutes. You walking in front as usual. Mostly I just walk slow, but I appreciated the opportunity to check out your ass. I wanted to sit down on a log near the water since my head was starting to spin. Looked a nice a place as any for sitting down to talk, or sober up, or whatever reason I wouldn't tell myself to justify coming here with you.
You took your sandals off and cooled your feet in the water. I sat down and rubbed my eyes, convinced at this point the beer had eroded any sense of willpower I might have had.
"What are we doing?" I mumbled to the mud with my forehead in my hands.
You came back out of the water with a sigh directed at nobody in particular, and sat down with a clear 'you know exactly what the fuck we're doing' face. I looked up and let out a frustrated groan and leaned against your chest. I shouldn't let this happen. I sat up again quickly and shook my head. It was clear you were waiting for me to make the first move - you weren't exactly stopping me from exploring every inch of your body with my eyes up to that point.
I looked back at you and rolled my eyes. "Ok, I know. But...ugh. Give me a hug." We hugged tight and I rested against your chest again, not pulling away so quickly this time.
I don't know how many scenarios raced through my head just then - most of them titillating, a handful not so much - but my mind slowed and stopped on one. I remembered your face from just a few days prior at our friend's birthday party. Specifically, you curling your lip in our shared frustration when you couldn't fuck me senseless like you wanted to, due to the presence of our better halves in the next room.
That frustration came back to me instantly and reminded me just whose chest I was leaning against. I looked up at you and brought my lips to yours. You started to stroke my hair, and I told you to run your fingers through it. This action sent electricity down my spine and sparked a bit a wetness as your lips started to trail down my neck. No turning back now. I leaned my head back in pleasure as I felt your lips and fingers travel up my arm.