They both knew something was happening as they sat in the cab on the ride to his Aunt's empty house, but they didn't know what.
Their relationship was on the brink of an eclipse. Whatever was coming, they would ever be able to go back after this.
Though they had kissed before, kind of made out even, this was different. The whole night felt different.
They had always had feelings for one another. The first time they met, something sparked. But neither ever had the nerve to say it out loud. It had been years. They could talk about anything, except for this.
They pulled in the driveway, paid the cab driver, and walked to the door. He found the keys, unlocked it, and led her inside. The house was dark, a blue tinge to everything. They walked inside and he closed the door behind him. "Make sure you lock it", she said. Partly out of anxiety, and partly in case they were disturbed.
He locked the door and walked the few steps over to her. He found her forearm with his hand, and slid it down until their fingers were interlaced. Their hands were a comfortable fit. She looked up at him and shrugged a little and then looked away. He pulled her toward him and put his other hand on the side of her face. His lips found hers in a soft, hesitant kiss. She kissed him back, in a way that told him he made the right move.
She hadn't seen this night coming. She thought they were just going to hang out like they always did. Often late, alone. Tonight he took her to a bonfire with friends of his that she didn't really know. She hadn't hesitated when he asked. They sat around the fire and had a few drinks, before calling a cab. Feeling good, but in control.
He had told her ahead of time they could stay at his Aunt's, that no one would be there so they'd have the place to themselves. She was excited and nervous, but didn't let herself get too imaginative.
They had spent very late nights together before and nothing had ever really happened. They always inched closer, barely moving in, until they'd finally be snuggling at the end of a movie, but then he'd walk her home. Never talking about it. Neither of them making any real move.
Tonight she didn't know how she was going to handle it. Sure, they had kissed before, but she wasn't sure what else to expect.
When she returned the kiss enthusiastically, he moved his other hand around to the small of her back, pulling her in closer and pressing his body against hers.
When their lips parted, he asked her if she wanted a drink. "No, I'm okay" she replied, just a little breathless. They separated and walked in opposite directions around the dining room table. By the time they got to the other side they both knew they wanted more. "Where should we sleep?" she asked. "The bedroom is over here" he replied and gestured toward a half-opened door, walking towards it as he spoke. She followed him through the doorway, and as soon as they were through, their bodies met again in the dim of the streetlight.
They both went in for the kiss this time, things feeling more certain. She wasn't great at communicating her feelings about this kind of thing, and neither was he. But their bodies felt sure.
They made their way to the bed, their lips barely parting as he guided her down. She pulled him onto her, lifting her head to meet him with her hands on either side of his neck, fingers at the nape of his neck, thumbs along his jawline. They rolled onto their sides, facing one another.
His top hand traced along her shoulder and down her arm to hold her hand again, his other hand already gently but firmly on the side of her face. He looked into yer eyes. He kissed her again. Slowly this time. "I've been waiting for this" he whispered, "waiting for you". She smiled and gently kissed him back. "Me too" she replied softly.
They kissed again, this time more forcefully, their bodies pressing together, legs intertwined, hands beginning to wander. They were both getting hot. She ran her hand over his chest, down over his stomach, and grazed over his jeans. His cock was hard.
She had a routine and, though she didn't want to, she fell into it. Her feelings were complicated, in a lot of ways. She'd rarely let anyone pleasure her. She would start something, then get anxious, then just give them head to satisfy them and leave. It worked, and she never had to be too vulnerable. And she was often praised for her skills, so they always felt good at the end, even though she felt empty.
She massaged his package slowly and gently before sliding her hand up to his belt. She slid the belt out of the buckle and pulled it firmly in the opposite direction to release the prong. She could do it easily with one hand. His belt came loose and she undid the button of his jeans with a twist. She found the tab of his zipper. She pulled it down, then moved her hand back up to his belly. She slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, running them through a tuft of pubic hair, then back out again.
She put a hand on either side of his body and pushed herself up onto all fours. She kissed him again. "I'll be right back" she whispered in his ear.
She leaned back so she was kneeling on the bed.
She tucked her hands into his boxers at the hips and pulled his jeans and boxers off, running her hands down his legs as she went. Once his pants had dropped to the floor she ran her hands back up his legs, up over his hips, as she lowered herself so her face was in line with the rock hard cock pointing up at his belly. He ran his hand through her hair as she moistened her lips and took the shaft into her wet mouth. With her right finger and thumb around the base, and her three fingers fondling his sack, she began to slowly thrust her mouth along him. Her lips wet, and tongue switching sides with each thrust.
She could feel him pushing his groin toward her, and could hear him moaning softly. She slowly took him out of her mouth, then used her tongue to trace the head, then lick the down the length of him. She stopped at the base to curl her tongue around it, making it wet, before sliding back up and taking him into her mouth again, deeper this time.
He let out a soft groan and whispered her name. He was almost there. She kept the pace, using her neck to thrust her mouth up and down on him, all the while jerking the base of his shaft firmly, and grazing his balls with her fingers.
He let out a moan, louder now, and his hips shuddered as he came into her mouth. She swallowed his warm load, and kept pace with her mouth. He gently grabbed her shoulders to signal he couldn't take anymore.
He grabbed her and pulled her up on top of him. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her as their tongues met.
She rolled to his side and nestled into his armpit and gave him time to recover. He kept his arm around her, tracing his fingers on her shoulder.
