The sky was covered with low hanging clouds spread across the brownish grey colour spectrum. The air seemed thicker than usual; it hung around like everything else, waiting for the storm to come. Sam and Emma sat side-by-side in the deserted cove on a large, flattish rock, looking out across the sea to the horizon. Every so often, there was a break in the cloud cover where rays of light broke through and sprinkled stardust onto the strangely smooth surface of the water.
Sam felt the gentlest of sea breezes brush past him, but it completely failed to cool him on the sultry, early autumn afternoon. It was the end of the last summer before they headed off to university, which would be the first time the long term friends would live away from each other. They'd apparently known each other since before either of them could remember and, barring a couple of years at the beginning of puberty when things were a little more awkward, had shared most of their lives' news and secrets with each other.
They had been in the same position for some time, staring out into the vast blue expanse before them. They were used to each other's silence, but this time neither sat comfortably. To Sam, every phrase that came to his head seemed either clichéd or overly dramatic. He wanted to speak what he felt, but didn't have the faintest idea how. Their friendship meant more than words to him and so, it appeared, it did to her. The hairs on his neck that weren't plastered to his skin by the mixture of sweat and humidity stood on end, through an uncertain mixture of static in the atmosphere, and apprehension.
Emma shuffled slightly closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. It wasn't an unusual gesture, she'd come to him for comfort many times before, and he enjoyed the comfort it brought him, too. Although the very air felt too close to him at that moment, he still welcomed the bodily contact; at least they could still enjoy today, even if the future offered only separation.
Sam put his arm around her and shuffled slightly too, pulling their bodies closer together as he did so. After a couple of minutes he turned his head in her direction and his lips brushed lightly against her forehead. Unthinkingly, while still staring into nothingness, he kissed her gently, just at her hairline. There were a couple of seconds delay, then she twisted upwards awkwardly and looked at him; he could see the question in her eyes. He desperately hoped she saw the answer in his before he turned away, but he was too scared of the moment to hold her gaze any longer.
"Sorry," he muttered, staring pointedly back out to sea.
He didn't trust himself to do anything else; the emotions that had simmered beneath the surface of his expression for so long were threatening to boil over. He felt her hand touch the side of his face, but he didn't turn until he felt her apply some gentle pressure. Looking back into her eyes he saw the answer.
She didn't waste any time on words, they had already shared plenty of those. Instead she kissed him, her lips barely touching his before she pulled away, and took one more look into his eyes, as if she was just making sure.
She moved back in again and playfully bit his bottom lip, pulling him towards her gently, tempting him to join in. He finally managed to coordinate his reaction as she moved in towards him for a third time, and they kissed more passionately, their lips pressing together in an effort by each to make the other understand how much they meant to them.
Sam felt the hand that had been touching his face slide down onto the side of his neck and round onto his chest. He nervously extended his own arm further down her back to the top of her ass. When there was no hint of disapproval, he cupped it gently, then grasped it as though it was a great treasure that he'd never thought he'd get to hold.
Emma bit his lip again as she pulled her face away from him and when their gazes met once more, he could see that she knew how he felt. The cheeky glint in her eyes only made him want her more, and she arched her back inwards so that her ass rubbed against his hand. She sighed through her smile as his fingers reached under her and pressed gently in between her legs.
Her hand, which had come to rest against his stomach, trailed downwards and continued over the bulge that was appearing in his shorts. They kissed again, now both fully exploring each other's mouths as they explored each other's bodies. They each ground against each other's hand, doing their best to satisfy the urge for pleasure that was building inside them, but it wasn't enough.
Emma's hand reached up the leg of Sam's shorts and boxers, and, pushing the material up as she did so, pulled his cock out into the open. He felt the freedom, but had no capacity left in him to be apprehensive. The feel of her small hand grasping his shaft and slowly wanking him gave him no other option but to enjoy it.
Putting both hands around her, and under her shirt, he unhooked her bra with surprisingly little trouble, and then pulled both shirt and bra up and cupped her breasts. She pulled away rather abruptly and looked around, suddenly aware of where she was, but on seeing no one, she relaxed again.
