We've both been waiting for this a long time, and watching you is having the same effect on my heart as a jackhammer on pliant asphalt. You are staying with me for a few days...maybe even a week, you said, if I played my cards right. You smiled like a succubus as you said this, however, and I knew that being apart is the last thing either of us want. In fact, we've done nothing but be apart for the first year of our relationship, so being together almost seems unnatural.
"Should we leave the lights on?" You ask.
Your voice is kind of shaky, even though I tried to assure you not to be nervous. This is all about fun, not performance. Exploration, not expectation.
"Don't worry about it," I smile, shutting my door. Even though no one is home at the moment, it feels better to be contained in this room alone with you. We can turn my small bedroom into a little world of pleasure for each other.
"Jessi you look amazing, I hope you know that," I smile, and kiss you softly on the lips.
Our real first kiss was shared yesterday, hours ago, in front of an entire bustling room of airport travelers. It felt like it had been an eternity, and it was slippery and awkward and terrific. Your arms were cinched tight around my neck, and my hands were comfortable and large on your waste. You don't even have to tip up to kiss me, our mutual heights made everything easy and stable. As you pulled away, our breath was shaky and shared, and I had to keep my hands on your waste to keep you from falling. Tonight's kiss (and every kiss after) has just been an encore.
"Thank you," You smile, blushing. I don't think I'll ever get used to making you smile. I also notice how when you blush it rises slowly throughout your face, illuminating the art of your brilliant teeth.
"For you, anything," I smile, I kiss you again. You purr like a kitten, and I can feel your body vibrating just a little under my touch.
"Is everything...is everything okay so far?" You ask, a little apprehensive.
"Don't worry about anything baby, everything is fine. No one needs to be impressed, I just want to have fun and make you happy. We should be comfortable together," I kiss you again.
"You know you are quite the charmer," You giggle, and I realize that there is so much that I am used to that is all at once new. I know your noises, but I don't have the real life motions to put them with, the little things you do, the quirks. I realize that there is only so much the internet, that technology can provide. It's all fail now, standing in front of you with your arms around my neck, your fingers tickling my spine.
"You look gorgeous," I say, spinning you around with one hand.
It's true. You are wearing this cute, pinkish blouse with faded stripes. Your jeans are tight and dark blue, and I can feel the wonder of your ass through them. They hug your skin tighter than I think I will be able to. You kicked your socks off long ago, and your jacket is already on the floor. I am a scrub next to you, wearing a dark red shirt with the Spider-man logo on it, and my typical everyday jeans. My socks are still on.
Your blonde hair is falling lazily around your face; you have grown it out a bit since we started dating a year ago, to my glee. Your dark, college student glasses are being hugged by your bangs, and the lenses are fogged up just a tad from your aroused breathing. My hair is scruffy and short, and my new glasses are a mirror-image of yours.
I slide my fingers under your blouse, right where it barely meets your jeans. I push the tips of my fingers to your skin, and you jump a little bit. I smile.
"Cold?" I ask, a little to gleefully.
You shake your head, which causes your wonderous blonde hair to dance. "No, warm! You have such warm skin...you weren't joking about that!"
I laugh. "No, no I wasn't I hope you enjoy it."
You laugh with me. "Very much. I feel like my heart is going to come out of my chest, I've never been touched this way before."
"Jeez, I just place my fingertips on your belly and I get this much of a reaction?" I smile, then lean in and start nibbling your left ear lobe. You growl like a monster.
"You are teasing me!" You laugh, and give me a gentle push. I feign a heart attack, and you giggle. Suddenly I realize you are pushing me against the closed door.
"Taking control so early?"
"I told you I would glomp you. You shouldn't be surprised baby. Nineteen years of surpressed sexual desire comes out the same as a starving man on a tower of cheese danish."
I kiss you roughly, and you pounce into my mouth. Before I realize it, you are the one pushing your tongue into me. Our two tongues dance lazily first, exploring each others mouths for profit. You taste just barely of the dessert we finished a few minutes ago, dark chocolate ice cream and strawberries. I run my tongue over your teeth, your gums, the insides of your cheeks, and finally back to wrestling with your tongue. We don't break for a full minute, and I forget to breathe.
"Hmm, you sure are good at this for someone who is new," I laugh, touching your nose with mine.
"I'm not sure, I think if my desire alone could transfer into skill, I'd be amazing for you," You kiss me again.
"You already are amazing."
