Allie and I had been dating for a few months. Before that we were friends for about a year and a half, growing closer and closer until things finally erupted in a kiss and everything clicked into place. When our lips parted and I saw the look in her eyes, I was flooded with warmth. All the pent up emotion I didn't realize I was suppressing, every sense on fire from my core to the tips of my fingers that had somehow ended up interlaced with hers. I saw that she felt it too, and suddenly the world made sense. I was lighter than air for the rest of the day, and I don't know how she made it home without wrapping her car around a tree.
Now class had just let out for winter break in our senior year of high school, and we spent every evening we could together. More often than not that meant playing video games or watching movies on the couch in her game room upstairs. Mostly I remember the bookends of those nights, maybe just from idyllic repetition. Of course Allie looked incredible when she dressed up, but there was something even more exciting, in a way, about seeing her open the door to greet me in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. With her chestnut hair falling over one shoulder, bent into lazy waves from the ponytail she had worn all day, she had an incandescent glow.
The nights usually ended with us cuddled up on her couch, talking. When we were lucky and her family was away or fast asleep, we would mess around under a blanket, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. But even more vivid and special to me were the goodbyes. Walking out to my car and spending our last minutes together in shadow from the yellow streetlights became our ritual. It never really got properly cold in the Southwest, but most nights were frigid enough that I would hold Allie close, her hands slipping underneath my shirt and hoodie to find the warmth of my skin.
I think what I enjoyed most was the feeling that she was trying to keep me there for as long as possible, that she didn't want to let go. It was mutual, and our parting kisses always lingered on my tongue and on my mind as I drove home on empty suburban streets, feeling wistful and invigorated and alive.
On one of these nights early in the break we were playing one of the Halo campaigns, the most recent in our string of co-op narratives to tackle together. I am unashamed to admit that Allie is way better than me at just about any given video game, but we worked pretty well as a team. Her dad had gone downstairs to watch TV about half an hour before, and our conversation fell back into the ease that comes with not having a parent in earshot.
As we cleared another room of enemies, Allie got on the subject of being a girl gamer. "It sucks, because you have to use a headset to coordinate well online, but as soon as they hear my voice they become morons."
I laughed. "Well, you're the most female interaction they get. What do you expect? They revert to a primal state."
"Of idiocy? I don't know how the human race got to this point if that's what we had to deal with in the past."
I scored a headshot and reveled in the explosion of goo from the alien's skull. "I'm not convinced getting to this point is that much of an accomplishment."
Allie exhaled a snort of agreement as she tossed a grenade over a wall. "I just wish they'd shut up and play. I mean, the other day my whole team asked me if I'd rather give up cheese or blowjobs. Who asks that? And why would I care about giving up a bunch of work for somebody else's enjoyment?"
"Well that is a stupid question. But it's not supposed to be work," I replied. "I'd love to try eating out. It sounds like a lot of fun."
She looked sideways at me and I met her gaze, her eyebrow raised a hair. After a long second the moment was broken by a transport ship spilling out hordes of gun-toting aliens in the field in front of us.
"Shit!" she cried. "Cover left!" We went to work at population control with laser rifles and rocket launchers.
* * * * *
An hour and a half later our exchange had slipped from my mind. After finishing a couple more Halo levels, we put down the controllers and fell to talking. Earlier her mom and dad had each come upstairs separately for a few minutes on thin pretenses, but by now the TV was off, the house had been quiet for at least twenty minutes, and Allie and I were curled up together on the couch between two blankets.
One of my arms was wrapped around her back, and my other hand traced idly up and down the smooth thigh she had draped over my own leg. Allie had a fantastic ass, and even though it was hidden under the blanket at the moment I was grateful that the day had been warm enough for her to decide on the thin cotton shorts that hugged her so tightly.
In a conversational lull she lifted her head from my shoulder to look at me, and I bent down to kiss her. She returned the kiss more hesitantly than I expected, and I pulled away after a few seconds. Before I could figure out what to say, she seemed to make up her mind, and she kissed me back with the usual passion.
Our tongues danced and intertwined, and I moved my hand up her clean-shaved thigh to cup her ass. She slipped a hand under my shirt to stroke my abs and side, and we explored each other as our kisses grew more heated.
We rolled a quarter turn and Allie straddled me, the upper blanket discarded in a heap. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, relishing her pert form as we kissed. Allie had a weird reservation about taking her shirt off, but I could hardly complain with the feel of her soft warmth filling my palms.
Allie had settled with one leg between mine and another on the outside, and she began to gyrate her pelvis against my leg. What started as unconscious movement turned into deliberate pumping, and before long the length of her supple body was mashed against mine, writhing under my roaming hands.
We were no longer really kissing, but her face hung an inch above mine, our hot breath mingling as I grasped her ass with both hands and helped her grind her crotch into my leg. Neither of us had ever brought the other to orgasm, but I was beginning to think that we might change that.
Instead, she abruptly halted and started to catch her breath. Rather than draw out the moment, I flipped us around so that she lay underneath me and slid my hands up her sides. This seemed to break her trance, and she reached up to kiss me as I returned my attention to her erect nipples.
But after only a few seconds she moved her hand to the center of my chest and pressed her palm against me, and I pulled away in concern. I searched her face for a sign of what was wrong, but to my surprise found her looking more timid than anything. Her eyes darted about nervously, making eye contact only for fleeting moments as she spoke haltingly.
"So, what you said earlier. About, you know..." Allie glanced downwards and then back to me. Her fingers were curled against my skin underneath my shirt. "Were you being serious?"
