It had been the busiest, strangest, of days and despite dozing for ages at the side of the old quarry, we were both very quiet that evening, very much at peace with the world. Debbie cooked something which she gave a, to me unpronounceable, name – Vietnamese, she assured me – which tasted divine. Our vodka consumption was limited to a couple of small glasses, and our conversation was limited to an increasingly nervous swapping of personal adventure stories.
The nervous tension built as the hour ticked towards midnight until Debbie grabbed my hands and pulled me up from where I had curled on her parents' luxurious sofa.
"I have a feeling," she said, "that we're both nervous about what comes next, right?"
I nodded, "All that outdoor fun was one thing, but this seems so different."
"I agree, but I figure it comes down to answering one question."
"Which is?"
"Dallas," she said, slowly, "All I think we need to know is whether we want this – want to spend the night together as well as our day."
"Days," I said, nerves now spiralling.
"Days?"
"Days in the plural."
"Oh right..." She paused for a second, "Well yes, days plural... but you're prevaricating, aren't you?"
"You noticed," I somehow managed to laugh, "But yes. It's like actually saying so seems such a big deal. Even though every inch of me wants to."
"You're sure about that?"
I nodded, "I'm sure it's a big deal and... yes, I'm sure I want to be with you all night."
Debbie sighed deeply, "Thank fuck for that. I knew I'd get you to admit it eventually."
"Do you then?"
She pulled me into a gentle hug, "Yes. I couldn't bear the thought of you sleeping apart from me tonight, as weird as that sounds to my own ears." A smile developed, both relieved and teasing, "It's not that I don't trust you, of course..."
"You are a terror, you know?"
"I know now that you've told me a hundred times."
"Will you lead me to your bed, terror?"
"Despite the fact that you know full well where it is, yes... I'd like that."
And so she did, and I followed with my nerves calming, my sense of wonder at the newness of everything growing by the stair.
There was no desperate eagerness from either of us. Debbie took our discarded towels into her bathroom and then returned to where I waited by her bed, turning off the lights until only a bedside lamp remained glowing. We kissed then, a gentle affair, before we each removed the other's dress to stand naked in the soft, yellow glow.
The bed was wider than a single but not by much and we slid under the single cotton sheet, already tight together, already hugging in a manner that seemed familiar in the weirdest way. We kissed again, just as softly as we had earlier, but somehow in a much more intimate way. I stroked her bare back, my mind whirling with sensations that were still so new to me and yet so welcome.
Debbie broke the kiss for a moment, "I think," she said, "that we are going to have a lot more fun together... if you want it, that is?"
"I want," I assured her, once again letting my mouth answer without any intervention from my still-shocked brain.
"Good. Now let my lips start exploring and try not to fall out of bed, okay?"
"Very okay."
In the next hour – or however long we explored – I only fell out of the comfort of the mattress twice. And what did I care? Both times I was mid-climax and scarcely noticed.
It was still dark when sleep overtook us, both softly sated, our tensions dispersed, our bodies intertwined.
Sunlight woke me, I think, but that may have been my imagination since I was pretty much face down in a fluffy pillow. Whatever it was, though, and however strange and sensuously sexual the previous day had been, I was fully aware of my surroundings in seconds. I knew at once that it was Debbie's long waves of hair tickling my bare shoulder, and I knew it was her arm draped across my lower back. I was immediately aware that my whole take on life had altered completely and totally, and I knew that something new and absolutely wonderful had settled deep within me.
For all the new and immediate certainties about my own mind and my own feelings, I felt a moment of fear that maybe Debbie didn't feel such deep emotions. But then I let my eyes flutter open and found myself staring deeply into the wide blue yonder of her eyes, already open and alert and staring into mine. Staring with undisguised love.
I couldn't help myself. I let out a strangled laugh and wriggled properly and fully into her arms, peppering her with kisses even as she let out her own delighted laugh. It was 'pass the bucket' time again, but I didn't care.
You don't need to know about the next hour of gentle love-making. It was nothing overly wild and sexually remarkable for you and in any case it was something so special for me and for Debbie that I really don't want to share. Yeah, that special.
Breakfast was late and light – it turned out that we had the same sort of tastes at that time of day which amounted to coffee. But that's not to say that it wasn't an unusual time insofar as we spent an hour giggling our way through potential naughty plans for the coming day. For all the love we were discovering, the idea of naughty fun was as attractive as it was intriguing.
When Debbie suggested that maybe we could also try for some revenge on my brother and his annoying friends, she really piqued my interest.
"Now that is a cool idea," I nodded, "but how could we possibly even get anywhere close to causing them as much annoyance as they caused us? The little shits."
"Will your brother be coming home again in the near future?"
I shrugged, "He wasn't due home yesterday, even, but he is due at the weekend."
"Well I reckon we can come up with something in the next couple of days if you want?"
"Reckon we'll last that long?" I spoke without thinking, regretting it immediately in one way, suddenly desperately hopeful in another.
Debbie had been sat on one of her mother's high kitchen stools and she slid off it then and crossed to me at the table. There was an unusual uncertainty flickering across her features despite her steady movement. She leaned down until her eyes were level with mine, "Please?"
Of all the things she could have said, that simple request almost choked me. Shock and pleasure washed through me and all I could do was pull her into an awkward embrace, nodding madly. I hadn't been thinking forward beyond the next hour or so but now a whole new future was beginning to open up before me. I still had no real idea what it might contain other than Debbie.
