We lay in bed together, which we did more often, but for some reason it felt closer than before. We were holding hands and my legs seemed to strangle his. We lay close to each other and I could smell his scent. It was great to be this close to him, to finally be this close.
At this distance, I could feel how his lungs filled up and slowly went down again as we breathed in each others oxygen.
Not for the first time this week I felt a little bit horny, being this close to him, feeling his skin on my skin and being able to touch every part of his body if I wanted to. Not that I would ever try something like that.
Every time he moved a little bit, I moved as well and for a moment I thought he would kiss me. That would be my first kiss. At eighteen I was still too pathetic to have kissed anyone and not good enough for anyone to want to kiss me. The sheets rustled and he moved a little bit closer to me. Again, I mimicked his movements and we were not more than three inches from each other.
I tried to breath in at the same time as he did. Our noses poked against each other. I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew, I felt, that he was looking at me with this calm, strange look.
Suddenly he moved and I felt his lips on mine for just a moment.
A rush of I don't know what moved through me and I froze in place.
He kissed me again and the rush came through me. It went from my lips to my toes and it made me freeze in place. It wasn't a bad rush though, I just didn't expect it.
Softly, I moved closer to him and I kissed him back.
He was turning me on with just his lips and I couldn't help but imagine myself what it would be if his hands wandered over the other parts of my body. I smiled while kissing him and just as I was thinking about that, I felt his tongue part my lips softly and I let him in. It was strangely good, though I was worrying about everything. Was I doing something wrong? Was I doing something right?
After about fifteen minutes of it, though it could easily be an hour or more, I moved closer to him and he held his hand behind my back to pull me in even more.
'Can we do more?' I asked him. I had repeated the question to myself for the last minutes in my head over and over and I still didn't really feel like it would be a normal question. Somewhere in my mind I still thought he would laugh at me and leave.
'What were you thinking off?' he asked me in a soft husky voice.
'Maybe you could touch me?' I asked. It came out of my mouth without consciously thinking about it, but afterwards I realized that it was indeed what I really wanted.
It was too dark, but I could feel his lips smile as he touched mine again. They were soft and moved slowly with a certain pleasant rhythm.
His hands slowly moved along my sides and I shivered a little bit. I was getting wet and it was feeling good. There was a pleasant warmth, something that I couldn't achieve myself. It was much more natural like this. Eventually he turned me so that I was laying on his belly. I was holding myself a few inches from him with my arms that were on the bed. I grabbed a handful of sheets as he slowly traces his fingers along my back and I arched until I was touching his belly with mine.
His hands slowly moved upwards again and he took my shirt with him. I felt my hair on my bare back as he pulled it over his head. For a moment there was an awkward movement where I had to move my arms strangely to get myself free from the shirt, but as soon as that was done, he was on my backside again and his fingers left a trail of tingles where they moved.
His hands moved to my front, they touched my belly and slowly trailed higher until they cupped my breasts. I shuddered from the feeling. It was strange and tender and beautiful. His palms were softly caressing my boobs and his fingers made tiny circles around my nipples which were rock hard.
By now, I was feeling turned on very much and I had trouble keeping in moans of pleasure. Slow waves were rushing through me from head to toe and centered in my chest and crotch. God this was feeling good, I wonder what he could also do with my body.
As if he had read my mind, he quit for a moment. 'Do you want more?' he asked.
I nodded in his shoulder and softly I sat right up. His hands were on the elastic band of my pajamas and he looked at me questioning. 'Go on,' I urged him as I pressed my lips against his and my breasts against his chest. I slowly moved upwards to create friction and moaned softly and sensually. This was the first time I did something like this and it was feeling strangely good.
He slowly removed my panties and threw them on the side.
