My brother’s friend has always been a trip, ever since we were kids. He’s the quiet type, very mysterious, but once in awhile he says something so out of this world that everyone looks at each other for a solid 30 seconds absorbing what he said before bursting out in to hysterics. He’s the type that is just too smart for his own good.
Just like any Sunday, a bunch of us had gotten together at the park for shenanigans. Generally we would play frisbee, croquet, maybe some touch football. Of course it was touch football until the boys had too many drinks, then it was a full on ass beating! This Sunday had been pretty chill with mostly some football or hacky sack. A couple of us ended up just being completely lazy and watching the others put out enough energy for the rest of us.
It began to get cooler as the sun set lower in the sky and someone had the brilliant idea of exploring the woods in the dusk. We all split into twos or threes. I went with Ben. As we got further into the thick of the forest before us, Ben took my hand and helped me over fallen branches and through uneven terrain. There was a reason they called me “Grace” and it certainly wasn’t because I was quick and nimble! At least that’s why I thought he took my hand.
The Truth Revealed
“I was hoping you would come with me,” he said, looking at me sideways.
“Well, you could have just asked, ya know.”
“Yeah, I ‘spose. Can I ask you something?” He cocked his head to the side as he asked.
“Um…this sounds interesting. Shoot.”
“Why have we never…gotten together?” he asked.
“We are together, silly. What are you….oh!!! You mean gotten together!”
“Yeah hehe. I mean…we’ve known each other forever and I think you probably like me as much as I like you,” he said.
“Oh we sound like 3rd graders. What the fuck, Ben. You’re practically my…”
I had no chance to finish. He pulled my hand bringing me closer to him and he kissed me. It was an innocent lip plant at first but then got a bit sloppy.
“So what do you think about makin’ out with me right here, right now?” he asked.
I felt the blush creep up on my cheeks and without answering, moved closer to the warmth of his body. He held me for a minute in his bear hug then slowly started kissing me. He left nothing untouched. From my forehead to my cheeks, my lips to my neck, my collar bone and even my nose, he kissed me like he had been saving them up for years upon years. It was a feeling I had never had before, being completely bathed in kisses, so slow and sweet was something almost beyond my comprehension. Everyone I had ever been with was always rough with me. No one made love. I suppose that was my fault, somehow.
Making Love The Old Fashioned Way
We had slowly made our way to the leaf covered ground where he had thrown his jacket down for us to lay on. Thank goodness the ground wasn’t damp; the pile of leaves was a perfect little makeshift bed for us to cozy up on. I’m not sure how he did it, but even as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt, he kept me warm. It was almost like my skin warmed to his touch. As his fingers trailed from my lips to my hips, I felt a line of heat caressing my neck, breasts, and tummy. I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere but right there with him at that moment.
His lips were just as warming though they brought such a quiver of excitement with them. Perhaps it was the tiny bit of moisture being wicked away by the breeze that gave me the chills, or maybe it was just that I was happy to feel a love emanating from my long time friend that I had never seen or felt before. Whatever it was, it was magical to say the least. I was in no hurry for anything to happen, I just laid in his arms returning kiss for kiss, touch for touch for what seemed like hours.
When the breeze had turned from comfortable to brisk, he paused.
“I think we should continue this somewhere warmer,” he said.
“Sure, what are your thoughts?”
“Well, I’m sure we’re going to catch heck from the gang if we see them, so let’s go deal with that and if you want…we could go to my place and start a fire. I think a crackling fire would be perfect tonight.”
“Yeah, actually that sounds amazing.”
We buttoned ourselves up, jackets and all, then headed back out of the wooded area. We had no sooner reached the break and my brother was shaking his head at us. All I could do was blush as we walked to our vehicles. On the drive to Ben’s house, I wondered how much more perfect the night could get.
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