Calm down Abby, it is just a good friend coming over to catch up and hang out. Nothing more. My stomach drops. Deep down I know I want tonight to be something more, so much more. After all, this is Mason we are talking about, not just any friend. We have had way too many intimate conversations for me to try to pretend like I don't want something to happen tonight. I just hope he is on the same wavelength as me.
A knock on the door breaks me from my doom spiral. Probably for the best. The butterflies seem to be swarming in my stomach as I go to answer. There he stands, Mason. A friend for a long time. There's always been something more between us. We've shared fantasies, even sent scandalous texts and photos. But this, him here in front of, with all the potential of everything we've discussed available to us, I almost can't believe it.
As he walks through the door, he smiles and greets me. I can't help but think how I've been waiting for this for so long. But I don't even know what to expect. I greet him back, a shy, nervous smile playing across my face. I lick and bite my bottom lip out of nervous habit, and take a moment to just drink it all in. It's not our first time seeing each other, but it is our first time to be alone, in private, the sexual tension palpable. We both stand in the doorway awkwardly for a moment before I remember that I am the host, and this gorgeous man is my guest.
"Did you find the place okay?" My voice is so quiet. I turn and start walking toward the living room. I hear his footsteps following mine to the couch.
"Yeah, it was pretty easy. Plus I already know the general area." He and I both smile, probably both thinking about the joke of him being a creeper-stalker. He knows the city better than me, and always knows the places I'm talking about before I can remember the names. It's enough to break the first layer of ice, but we're going to really have to warm-up to each other for me to be more comfortable.
"Would you like something to drink?" Whoa, that doesn't sound like my voice at all. I don't remember it being so high. I don't know if I've ever been so anxious before. What the hell is the matter with me? I keep a smile on my face, hoping he can't possibly know how nervous this makes me.
"A beer is good. Thanks." So polite. Good thing I went shopping today. However, I will need something a bit stronger than beer to calm my nerves and boost some confidence.
As I begin to walk towards the kitchen, I motion over to the couch. "You can sit. Make yourself at home." I open the fridge and see all the food blocking the beer and vaguely wonder if he has eaten anything. "Are you hungry? I could fix you something if you are." I grab the bottle opener and pop the cap with ease.
"No thanks, I ate already." All I can think is how relieved I am to hear that. I haven't eaten since breakfast, but I'm not hungry for food. I can't believe that my clit is already pulsing just from thinking about where this night could possibly lead.
I give him the beer he has requested and fix myself a gin and tonic. We are sitting on the couch just talking and catching up on things. I am so anxious that my stomach feels like it's upside down. Why am I so anxious? Luckily, the alcohol helps to calm my nerves, but I still feel like I'm shaking on the inside. What's wrong with me? Of course, Mason looks completely calm and nonchalant about this little hang out. Typical. We have gone through every bit of small talk probably possible. It all seems to be going in a fast-forward slow motion. How is that even possible?
Catching up with Mason is easy and hard all at the same time. It is really so much easier when I am not distracted by his physical being. I'm trying to pay attention to the conversation, put in appropriate commentary and answers when needed. "Yes, the semester turned out fine, I probably could have studied harder, but live and learn." "Are you excited to be back?" "Have any big plans while you're home?" "Work is work. Some days it's great, others I want to shoot myself." I'm trying to keep my focus, but tidbits of past conversations we've had keep popping up in my head. I'm also just distracted by him. He looks so good even dressed so casually in a t-shirt and jeans that sit just the right way on him that makes my mouth dry. Not to mention, I know what's underneath the clothes, which keeps causing me to undress him in my mind. Jeez, hormones!
I wonder if his mind is on the same track as mine. Who could tell with his steadiness and calm attitude? I know he's thought about it too; there's no way he hasn't. I'm afraid this will be what usually happens with us, we've taken a step forward, but one of us will psych out and bolt. It won't be me, that's for damn sure. I'm already a little hot and wet just from the anticipation of what he could do to me. Oh my gosh, what is wrong with me?
He has this nervous, shy smile that I'm assuming is from treading onto new territory. One corner of his mouth quirks up at certain points in our conversation, but he looks a little unsure of himself also. His mouth very rarely falls into a frown, which is good because his smile is so attractive. And I can think of a few other places where I would like to see his mouth... Oh my, I have to stop looking at his mouth; it's distracting me even more. Well, any doubts I may have had about wanting him before are long gone now. We've both finished our drinks, and it feels like we've been sitting and talking for ages. If he doesn't make a move soon, I don't know what I'll do.
"Now we've made small talk, caught up, and I have tried to be on good behavior," oh here we go, "but I can't help but think how much I want to rip your clothes off right now." Finally. His words are a message straight to my libido.
"Well then why don't you just kiss me already?" I pull him by the collar of his shirt, and when our mouths connect, it is like fire. There is no gentleness between us. We both feel the heat and the aggressive passion indicating how much we both want this. We both crave this. Our hands search out to find and feel one another, trying to take it all in.
He quickly removes my shirt, followed closely by my bra. He takes only a moment to look before he pushes me down on the couch and crawls on top of me. His mouth finds mine again as his hands explore my torso. Mason, I can already tell, has skilled tongue with the way he utilizes it in a kiss. Oh, how I'd like to find out how else his tongue is skilled. His hands find rest on my breasts, and he begins to play with my nipples. They grow hard and aroused from his touch, and a small moan escapes my mouth. He continues his playfulness with one hand, while the other slowly makes its way down my body to the top of my jeans. He quickly unfastens the button and unzips the fly. Then he slides his fingers into my pants, underneath my black lace thong, and begins his sweet torture on my sex. Another moan escapes my mouth right as he starts. His mouth leaves mine to make its way to one of my breasts, and he begins to nip and suckle on it. My body is nothing but waves of sensation. One of my hands grasps the pillow behind my head, while the other hand is running through his hair. My body is slowly building and, in this moment, I now know that he is the only one in control of my body.
"You're so wet," he says as he smiles up at me. In that moment, I know that he has come to the same realization as continues his arousing torture. Well, two can play at that game. I grab the hem of his shirt in order to remove it, causing both of his hands to abandon their sensuous torture. I use this opportunity to take over for my turn to have some fun. I grab the back of his head and let his mouth and mine reconnect once more, still with the same force. I let my other hand slowly caress its way down his body, all the way to the bulge in his jeans. My hand begins to stroke him over the jeans, feeling his arousal.
"You're so hard," I say, breathless with a smile against his mouth. I can feel him growing even harder beneath my touch. I unbutton the top of his jeans and undo his fly, and I slide my hand into his boxers. I take him in my hand and begin to move it up and down his shaft. I move my hand slowly at first, then progress the speed, feeling how quickly he is growing beneath my touch. I want to see it now. I go to remove Mason's jeans, and realizing my intentions, he helps me. His boxers come off in the same motion, and he is naked before me. And for now, all mine. I move to touch him, but he stops me.
