From Here

Your cheek is so soft where I kiss it. I can barely stop but instead turn away laughing as you kiss me back, a gesture among friends, a simple little nothing, and all I want is to turn and catch you full on the mouth, pull your small body to me and change your world.

The sweat from a hundred dancing bodies smells acrid and stale, but somehow you are are perfect, your skin cool, your eyes bright with hilarity as we make hideous faces at every man who tries to dance with us or ask our names until they turn away, confused.

So you like to lean against me, under my arm, press your nose into my shoulder, your mouth to the back of my hand. I am left wondering how wild it might be, this minor fixation of mine, that we might have not so different longings to feel each other's skin.

But you're better at these things than I am, lost in my head as I am and with three years of marriage to a man I love fiercely but am not filled by. You would not fill me up, either, I wouldn't ask that of anyone. I only want to grow my heart and feel other bodies against mine in prayer, learn new languages and leave imprints of pleasure in someone else's sheets.

I have always wanted to kiss you, since we were fifteen and awkward. Who would have thought we'd both grow up so well?

I'm lost in my head again, looking at you. What would I do, if I could?

I would take you to the woods, and when you said yes, I could kiss you, I would back you against a tree to taste your sweet mouth, touch your soft face and hair, our uneasy breath hot between us as we hesitate and want. Would instinct and desire take over, or would the strangeness prevail?

I would hope I would find some uncharacteristic grace and confidence as I reached down past the hem of your skirt, found my way to your hip bones wrapped in home-made lace, following the rough texture around behind you with my hand. I would hope as I untucked your shirt and pushed it up over your breasts you would tip your head back and give a very small moan, your eyes maybe still amazed, perhaps your small hand pulling mine (rough from work, stained and cut) up over your skin to cup, squeeze like ripe fruit.

To me this would feel like coming home, it would feel like everything I wanted it to and more, and my panties would grow warm and wet as I kissed the brown mole above your right lip before bending to catch your nipple between my teeth and tongue. Here I would relish your gasps and the feel in my mouth and grow wild with desire, biting and licking and sucking one, then the other, as my free hand tugged ineffectually at the buttons of your skirt.

Kisses wet and ragged down your belly as I sink to my knees, my jaw trembling in anticipation, that taste I've dreamed of but never tasted waiting for me as I unbutton and let fall the silk of the skirt and the heat of your sex just barely reaching my neck as I crane my face up towards you.

You are desperate and still disbelieving, looking down at me almost pained as I wait for some sort of encouragement. Then your hand weaves into my hair at the back of my head and I slide the elastic of your underwear down to your knees. I can't stop myself, kiss you immediately in the crease between your leg and hair, again and again as you pull my head closer. Suddenly I find myself between your legs, and there is that taste I've been waiting for, the hot silky flesh welcoming my tongue and lips as I explore this place I've grown to love in my own body.

I find your clitoris quickly and you begin to yelp and moan as I start slow circles around it, grazing my teeth and flicking my tongue faster, one hand holding you still against the tree as you writhe, sliding up over your body to grip your breast, pinching the nipple I find there. My other hand has found its way into the waistband of my jeans, and I am dark and wet, no time wasted as I rub myself faster, my tongue still buried in your warm sex, working fast and gentle your cum running down my throat inside and out as you whisper oh my god oh my god.

It's quick like sex in highschool, we both start to cry out at the same time, your excitement driving me closer and closer as I struggle to keep a rhythm between us. Your hands are clenched both in my hair squeezing hard as you swear reverently, and your legs begin to quiver, your back to tighten, your hips rocking thrusting evenly against my face as I moan into your clit and stiffen involuntarily, my hand and your body pushing me up and over into climax just as you slump against the tree. I pull away and press my face wet with cum into your stomach; we breathe loudly and for a moment can't look at each other until I take your wrist and fall slowly backwards, pulling you on top of me in the leaves and moss to kiss you again and again until we start laughing and can't stop.

In the dark of the night club we are laughing, cheap drinks in hand, and I am wondering if anything ever happens the way I hope it will, because I know tonight I will go home with my man and you will go home with any other man and we'll both touch ourselves idly and wonder why we didn't go to the forest and come clean.