Her beautiful body was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen; her rich golden tan highlighted the places where the sun couldn’t reach—the secret, sacred places she’d kept hidden from the world—until now. Her beautiful flaxen hair, still wet from her shower, lay tangled across her back. Her soft moans, the heat radiating off her body, her taste, and the delicious sweetness of her completely overwhelmed me as we moved in perfect harmony. The feeling of being inside her from behind was so different from having her on top of me. For the first time since she’d kissed me, I started to feel a sense of control over what was happening. Having already come twice, I wanted this moment to last forever. Whenever I’d feel myself starting to come, I’d slowly pull myself almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of my penis touching the inside of her lips. She hesitated for a moment and then pushed backwards, forcing herself against me, surrounding me with pulsating warmth, passion and pressure.
“Don’t tease me,” she pleaded, shaking her hair. “Don’t tease me like that. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop loving me.”
I surrendered, pushing into her as deeply as I could. Looking down, I could see her vaginal lips, swollen and crimson. My penis glistened from her moisture as it slid in and out of heaven. The feelings were unbelievable. After awhile, I could feel my entire body getting ready to explode again. “I’m going to come!” I screamed.
Her body responded instantly, tightening around me, demanding. We came together in perfect unison. I collapsed next to her and rolled onto my side, still inside her. My arms were around her chest, as if holding onto life itself. Our bodies, a perfect fit, were locked together in total bliss. She held me inside her, her heartbeat surrounding my every nerve.
We lay together, slipping into eternity—breathless, exhausted, bathing in the afterglow that only love can give. The sun had dipped below the horizon. The room was all dark, yet a light still shone in her eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too, Karyn. More than anything in the world.”
“I know,” she said, nestling her head into my chest. “I know you do.”
I could have died right there, and my life would have been perfect. I didn’t know that such feelings of absolute peace and contentment existed. Lying together, holding each other, the world could have come to an end, and we wouldn’t have cared. Neither of us uttered another sound for the longest time. Nothing needed to be said. Our young bodies, our brave hearts, our innocent souls, said it all, celebrating in the pure essence of love. We’d been best friends since we could remember, and now we’d crossed a threshold into a new world.
Lying there, I knew that for as long as I lived, I’d never forget a single moment of what we’d just shared … the way she looked coming out of the shower … her radiant skin, glowing, wet from the hot water … her beautiful hair rolled up in a loose bun. And that look in her eyes—a look I’d never seen until that night. The look of love … the look of a woman in love. Gone was the girl I’d known all my life. Gone was the boy I’d been until that moment.
The soft light of the moon poured into the room and covered us with a blanket of warmth, protecting us from the world outside. I chuckled, thinking how perfect it was, when only hours before we’d been in an all out mud ball war in the tidal flats. I had no idea anyone could feel like this, that two people could make each other feel this way. I lay there wondering, thinking, Why me? Why am I the luckiest person in the world? I don’t know if she sensed it or if the thoughts actually escaped my lips, but she knew what I was thinking. She lifted her head to look at me. She smiled, and the room lit up around her.
“What?” I asked.
“Didn’t see this coming, did you?” she asked, smiling at our entwined bodies. Her voice had a new tone to it—something strong and permanent, a knowledge and depth I’d never heard before.
“No, I didn’t,” I answered honestly. “I’m still half afraid I’m just dreaming.”
“Oh, trust me,” she said, her smile broadening, “you’re not dreaming.” Her kiss sent chills down my spine again.
“Why me?” This time I heard the words come out.
She waited a long time before answering. I didn’t care. I could have lain there with her forever. “I’ve seen you checkin’ me out. Looking when you thought I couldn’t see you. Glancing at my breasts or looking at my butt when I bend over.”
I wouldn’t have dreamed it possible to feel embarrassed after what we’d just shared, but I did. “It’s okay,” she said reassuringly, gently brushing my hair back. “I like it when you look at me like that.”
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t help it.” I was still embarrassed and couldn’t look her in the eye.
“But you never tried anything,” she said. “You never once even tried to kiss me. Not once.”
I didn’t say anything, but God knows I’d dreamed about kissing her. A thousand nights I’d lay awake thinking about her, unable to sleep. I loved her gentle way with people and her quick wit. I thought about her golden hair, her incredible eyes—oh, God, I loved her eyes—her radiant smile, and her perfect body—those incredible breasts that had blossomed right before my eyes. Catching a glimpse of white under her blouse or seeing the outline of her panties through her shorts made me crazy. She was all I thought about whenever I played with myself before going to sleep. But she was right—I’d never uttered a word to her about the way I felt. Even if I had the balls to tell her, I wouldn’t have known what to say. So I’d just kept my mouth shut.
“I knew you wanted me,” she continued with intuition beyond her years and way beyond mine. “I could see it in your eyes.” I turned away. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she said, gently pulling me towards her and kissing my forehead. “It’s one of the reasons I love you so much.” She paused, the smile never leaving her eyes. “But you never tried anything. At first I thought maybe it was because you didn’t like me.”
I started to interrupt, but she touched my lips with her finger. I kissed her finger, and for a moment all thought processes came to a halt. She continued, “But then I’d see the way you looked at me, and I knew you felt the same about me as I did about you. After awhile, I realized you were just shy. I thought it was cute. I wanted my first time to be perfect. With you, I knew it would be.”
“This was your first time?” I blurted out without even thinking. She’d been so in control. She’d known exactly what to do. I was shocked. It felt like she’d made love a thousand times. A shadow crossed her face. I felt like an idiot. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, trying to apologize. “It’s just that … it’s just that you were so good. I mean you made everything so perfect. I thought, because you seemed to know exactly what to do, that you must have done it before.” My words trailed off limply. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
The smile returned to her eyes “What? You think guys are the only ones who play with themselves?”
“I had no idea … never dreamed that girls jerked off.”
“Trust me,” she added with a coy smile, “maybe not exactly the way you’re thinking, but we do.”
“Unbelievable.”
Laughing out loud, she continued, “If we waited around for you guys to figure out what to do, mankind wouldn’t even be here today. Trust me, we want it as much as you guys do, if not more.” Her hand was inching its way over my stomach. “Here, let me show you.”
Lowering her head, she took me in her mouth again. Time ceased to exist as we made love again. We’d created a universe of our own, wrapping ourselves in a cocoon of love. Our souls were entwined for life. By the time we were beyond exhaustion, it was well after midnight. We kissed each other goodnight for the umpteenth time before she left the pool house and slipped through the back door of her parents’ house. For a few moments,