Ryann was the most adventurous of her friends, but for some reason, this did not translate into her relationships. In this aspect of her life, she was shy and cautious, always looking before she leaped. She supposed this was why she was the last of her girlfriends with her virginity in tact and she hated herself for it.
Ryann had been a late bloomer, only becoming pretty in her Junior years of high school. Sure she'd dated, and she'd fooled around with the guys she had, but it had never gotten as far as actual sex. At nineteen, she was horny as hell and tired of being a virgin. For the longest time, she'd been thinking about sleeping with her best friend, Charley. They'd grown up together, and had always had a mutual attraction for each other, but each were too shy, and yet too comfortable to do anything about it.
Charley had thought Ryann was pretty long before it had become obvious to anyone else. He has loved her at a close range as a friend and sexually from afar for years. After her curves had come in, it was all he could do not to touch her every chance he got. These days, the slightest hug or brushes of her hand made him want to take her hand and drag her off. To his bed, her bed, the back of his car, anywhere would have been fine really, all he could imagine was pulling her t-shirt off and feeling her skin against his while he ran his hands through her long, caramel-colored hair.
The conversation was so simple; no one else would have thought anything of it. Ryann's house, movies, you bring the snacks. Six hours later, they sat in the darkness watching an old horror film. Though Ryann wasn't the least bit afraid, as soon as the villain appeared on screen, she screamed and jumped into Charley's lap.
"You're not scared are you?" His tone was teasing, and he tickled her playfully. "Of course not," she said, going to swat him, but he caught her in mid-air. When she didn't pull away, he laced his fingers through hers, squeezing her hand, gently. Though he desperately wanted it to go further, he went to turn his attention back to the movie, figuring it was best not to push his luck.
Ryann took a deep breath; she should have known she would have to be the initiator. Before she could change her mind, she leaned in to kiss him. Though shocked, Charley's response was instantaneous, having imagined this moment so many times before. He wrapped his tanned arms around her, pushing at the small of her back with his hand, trying to pull her as close as possible.
Ryann was giving herself over to him and he was in no position to protest. Carefully, he left a trail of kisses down her neck, stopping at her collar bone, silently asking her permission to take it further. She gave a little whimper, then softly whispered, "it's ok." It was all the permission Charley needed.