Where it happened: His Bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I didn’t know that I was in love with him. I didn’t know he loved me, or that we would ever last the summer. What I did know was that he made me feel alive and his presence commanded my attention in a way I’d not felt before. What I knew was that he was special, and that he was meant to be mine, if only for a little while. He was my golden opportunity, a conquest. Something, someone, just for me. I seduced him, blatantly. We were making out, and he started to take my shirt off, and I began to help. I didn’t stop helping until all of our clothes were on the floor. I considered what was happening. I was so sure that we would fall out somehow, that this relationship would come to an end like the others had. So I felt like I was deliberately taking something from him, for myself. A spoil, if you will, as if from a war with myself. But somewhere along the line, I ended up on top, and we were holding hands. I was using that as leverage to move, pushing against his hands, but at the same time, not letting them go. Needless to say, he didn’t let me go, either.
It was so very n i c e.
We lay next to each other for a while after that, but not for terribly long. It wasn’t awkward afterward, not even when his mom got home.
And I knew that this was real. It had happened, and there wasn’t any denying it. It would still be another month or two before we said, “I love you”, but that happened, too. I didn’t expect to get so much from him, that afternoon. He’s been with me ever since, right by my side. He was mine that afternoon and he’s been mine for over two years now. He takes care of me, he loves me, and then he LOVES me, over and over again, and I love him right back. Talk about your Afternoon Delight!
(sidenote: it was Bastille Day. Vive la France!)
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