I look and smile. “Not at all. Those things are always fun, but I’m having a great day with you. I can always go out with them some other time. Besides, I already know their schtick.”
The food comes and we start to dig in. “Where did you meet Traxx?” she asks me.
“We have been tight since elementary school. He’s the ying to my yang.” She laughs at my theatrics, “We used to get in trouble all the time. I actually feel sorry for all the teachers played pranks on. We had this math teacher, man, he was smart but he was a prick. We saved up our lunch money, pooled it together and went to a store in the mall that sold all kinds of crazy things so we bought a ‘fart in a bottle’ and the next time we had class we poured it in the trashcan and every corner of the classroom before class started.”
“Oh, no! That is horrible!”
“Nah, it was priceless. The face on that man. He wanted to kill somebody. Oooh, and the stink! It was so strong, we had to evacuate the room.” I start to belly laugh remembering that day. Brianna was giggling too. “We met Notso in high school. Gave him the nickname, actually.”
“How did that happen?” She pops a couple of fries in her mouth after dunking them in ketchup.
“Well, one time he had a particular bad day during football practice. Coach pulled him to the side and started ragging on him ‘You are not so sharp! You are not so good! You are not so fast!’ and on, and on he went. So by the end of practice he was Notso…”
“Poor thing!”
“Meh, at first would get really pissed about it, but he likes it now. However, never say a word about your knowledge of the origin of his nickname. I may be strong but the man can still kick my ass if he really wants to.”
“Yeah. I can see that…” She giggles. What the hell?
“What do you mean you can see that? Is it because of his size? He is only a little bigger than me. We bench press almost the same…”
“Whoa! Testosterone overboard! Reel it back in, big boy! This has nothing to do with manhood or anything like that. It’s about skill. Even I could kick your ass if I really wanted to.” She sits back on her chair and gives me a smug smile.
“I call bullshit. I have at least one hundred pounds on you. How do you plan to achieve this?” Now I am the one sitting back in my chair with a smug smile on my face.
“Well, I have never been much of a boaster. I prefer to demonstrate how easy it can be done. So let’s agree to disagree for today, and next time I head to the gym, you can stop by, we can spar and see who wins. Besides, you are going to need the protective gear ‘cause I fight dirty.” She raises an eyebrow at me and at the same time pops a fried shrimp on her mouth and all I want to do is to grab her face and kiss those lips. And now I’m popping a tent in my pants. Crap! This girl drives me crazy!
We finish eating and talking a whole lot about nothing. When it’s time to go, I again hold her hand. I help her up to the truck and inside it, I continue to hold her hand. She is telling me stories about her and Ciara, all the gimmicks they have done together. I find that I am happy she has Ciara in her life, especially if she has no family. Such a sweet soul like Brianna deserves to have a great friend, a soul sister. Me? I want to be her constant. I want to be her steady. I want to be her safety. I realize that I want to be her first love. She was fast becoming mine. I questioned if I was just infatuated, and that’s always a possibility, but what I am feeling is stronger than what I have ever felt for anyone, and I realize that I am happy.
The sun is going down fast as we drive around aimlessly. I don’t want the day to be over, but I am not sure about what she has in mind and I don’t want to push, but... I want her so bad! We park the truck in front of her building.
“Can I walk you to your place?” I ask hopefully.
“Sure.” She smiles coyly.
When we get to her door, she unlocks it and cracks it open, then turns to face me. “I’ve had a great ‘non-date’ date today. I hope my craziness does not scare you too badly.”
I hear her radio playing music. It makes me smile. “It does not scare me at all. It makes me want you more. You are complicated and exciting all at the same time. Beautiful and easygoing. Challenging and pleasing. You are all of that and more.” She smiles and I still see insecurity and indecision in her eyes.
“Brianna,” I grab her hands, “I need to look at you carefully. I need to mark this moment in the timeline of my life. I have been waiting for this, for you. We have something special. The way my feelings have devoted all their intensity for you lets me know you are special. This we are sharing right here, right now, it’s more than meant to be. If it is not today, it will be another day, but it will happen, Brianna. This is the beginning of our forever. You and me, what we have… is unavoidable.”
“Colton, this is the sticky part. I don’t know if we should… I mean… If you ever know the horrible things that I’ve done, you wouldn’t be so hopeful and willing to get in a relationship with me. My past will make you hate me forever. It scares me, because I, too, think that we have something special, but I do not want to get my heart broken… but most of all, I don’t want to break your heart, and it’s going to take time for me to able to open up to you. Not because you can’t be trusted, but because when I speak of it, it is raw and emotional and I have to relive it all over again. I am not ready for that.” She takes her hands away from mine and turns around to push the door open. I am looking at her, and the only thing I am hating is that there is nothing I can do to convince her that I am what she needs. The past is gone. We have a future together. Suddenly a new song plays on her radio and I hear Ed Sheeran singing “Kiss Me.” I am standing there with my thumbs inside my front pockets, trying to mentally persuade her to look at me again, and I find myself talking.
“Please stop looking for excuses. Stop wishing for us to be something else. Close your eyes and feel. Close your eyes and listen. You are scared for the same reason that I am scared: we have never connected to another person from our past the way you and I connect to each other - and it is scary. We have been walking through life avoiding anything that makes us feel deeply. But this is it, Brianna, no more avoiding, no more running. I’m here to stay. I am not willing to give up on this. I will not give up on you. I am yours to do as you see fit. I don’t want anyone else. Brianna, I only want you.”
All this time she has been standing in her doorway, looking down but facing her apartment. When I finally see her move, she turns around slowly and she looks at me in a way that no one ever has looked at me before. She is looking at me with love. I can actually feel it rolling off of her with the usual discharge of energy we have towards each other - only with and for each other. I see her arm lifting towards me, palm down, she is reaching for me. She is also shaking. Her entire hand is trembling. Is it fear? Once her arm is level with her chest, it stretches out towards me, she raises her palm and I can see the tremors. Her fingers are spread open, and her eyes are on mine. I reach out to her the same way until our fingertips touch, and slowly, oh so slowly our palms touch and our fingers intertwine tightly holding us together. I look at our hands, and I’m thinking how good it is to touch her. Suddenly Brianna is not trembling anymore.
Brianna pulls me to her, so close that we are breathing the same air. My forehead is on hers. As much as I want her, I don’t want her to rush into anything if she is not ready. I start to tell her this, “Brianna, you don’t…” She puts one finger to my lips and my words go away.
With our intertwined hands she pulls me into her apartment, closing the door behind us. I can’t take it anymore, I cover her lips with mine. Slowly at first, they are so soft. I hear a growl and open my eyes to find Brianna looking at me, only to I realize that I was the one growling… I push her slowly against the door, and take her lips again, chaste at first, then probing. I did not have to coax her, when my tongue touched hers, my whole body felt as if it was on fire. I kiss her deeply, brazenly – I just can’t get enough of her. She is mine! I growl again and I push my
self against her, grabbing her hair with one hand near the nape of her neck and with the other I grip her thigh and lift her knee to my waist. This allows me to push in closer and I can feel her heat… I want to touch her! I release her leg and let my hand trail alongside her body, when suddenly she pulls away and grabs my hand.
She leads me down the hall to her bedroom, it smells like her. There is a large four post bed made with dark wood and it’s covered by a silky gray comforter. Dusky sunlight is coming through the semi closed blinds giving me enough light to see the beauty standing in front of me. I can’t look at anything else. My eyes are caught in Brianna’s gaze and I am unexpectedly nervous.
She reaches for me and starts to pull up my shirt. I lift my arms, letting her undress me. As my shirt falls to the floor, her fingers run over my chest and abdomen, searing my skin in their passing, I close my eyes briefly and breathe her in. Then her hot lips are on my skin. She kisses me on my chest and takes tiny bites of my flesh. I see that her eyes are half lidded with need. I take my right hand and wrap it in the back of her hair, and slowly pull her face towards mine, until our lips are lightly touching, my left hand pushes her hips against mine, and then it starts a slow trail up, touching her waist, arm, shoulder, until I get to the side of her face. Her hands are on my waist, keeping us close, sealing one against the other. I kiss the silky smooth skin, right below her earlobe. My lips continue the road of exploration leaving light kisses on her cheek, her jawline, her chin. When my lips finally find hers, with the tip of my tongue I softly, tentatively, taste the opening between her lips and smile against her mouth when I hear a soft moan escape her.
Boom! It’s on!
Brianna
Touching and tasting Colton’s skin is so delicious. His presence and his words had put me in a puddle of need. I need him to touch me. I need him to kiss me. I need him to accept me. I need him to love me. His fingers are tangled in my hair, and his other hand is cupping my face in place. I pull his hips into mine wanting to feel all of him and his early promise of a night of passion. He starts an exploration that ignites a fire inside of me. He kisses my neck and I feel a tingle between my legs. He moves to kiss my cheek, my jawline, my chin. When our lips finally touch, I feel his hot breath on mine, then his tongue lightly caresses them, as if asking for entrance. I could not hold back the soft moan that came out of my throat, and that was it. The intensity in the room went up five hundred degrees to pure pleasure inferno. His lips are soft but firm against mine. He kisses me gently and then they are searching, seeking and they know exactly what they are looking for. Our tongues start a dance all on their own, tasting, feeling, longing… This man can kiss. I want his lips on my skin, all over my body.
I slowly pull away and it is pure torture. “Take off my clothes.” I tell him. He stops cold and I notice he is breathing hard like I am. As if suddenly there is not enough oxygen for the both of us. He reaches for my jacket and pushes it back off my shoulders until it falls on the ground. His hands go under my tank top and as they move up they raise the material higher and higher until it is finally over my head and out of the way. His touch is leaving a blazing trail as he goes. He comes back down and pauses when he gets to my breasts and looks at me. I subtly nod to tell him is okay. He pulls the cups off my breasts and they spring free. He fondles them and squeezes one of my nipples hard until I hiss and throw my head back to get it closer to his mouth. I don’t have to say anything. His mouth covers my breast, right where I want him to and he’s sucking hard, I grab the back of his head to pull him closer to me, he gives me a gentle bite. I feel my panties getting soaked and then I realize there are still too many clothes between us. While he continues to kiss my tits, I feel him release the clasp of my bra, and without disrupting his attention to my nipples, he lets the bra fall from his fingers, looking at me as he is taking turns at both lapping and flicking.
I push him back hard, and take a hold of his pants’ button fly, which without a zipper takes only a masterful jerk on my part and its open all the way. “Fuck, baby, I want you so bad.” He says.
“I will be the judge of that.” is my response. He uses his foot to remove one sneaker and then the other and I bend down to help him take off his socks. Crouching, I grab a hold of his pants and underwear at his waist and swiftly pull down, leaving him completely exposed. I take a look at his long, thick manhood and I lick my lips in preparation, but before I can do anything about it, he grabs my upper arms and lifts me so that our lips meet again, but this time his kisses are demanding and wanting everything I am willing to give.
I push off my shoes and come back to kiss him, this time skin on skin, tightly bound together by pure raw need. He pulls back and it is literally painful, my lips need his, they suddenly feel cold and abandoned. Dear God, I can kiss him all day! I sigh loudly in protest followed by a small cry of frustration.
“Somebody still has too many clothes on.” He says and pulls down my pants, leaving my boy shorts on. “Hmmm, I have been imagining this moment, but not even in all the wild moments we have had in my head, it has it ever been this perfect. Brianna, you are so fucking beautiful. A vision of perfection.”
In this moment, I need him more than air, I need him close to me, inside of me. I step towards him and my arms are around his neck, pulling his lips to mine again wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. I can feel his erection through my thin panties, pushing in, looking for the one place that it was made for: inside of me.
“You, Ms. Gilmore, are being quite impatient. There is a lot more that I need to do to your body before I am ready to have you.”
“I already know what I want and you are keeping me from it and tempting me with it all at once. You are not being a very good boy, Mr. Hensley.”
As I’m wrapped all around him, he walks to the bed, with his hands on my ass, squeezing it hard. It feels so good. He lowers me onto the bed and he positions himself on top of me so that I can feel his manly promise of pleasure right on my clit. He moves up and down, teasing me.
“Oh, baby, can you tell how much I want you? Can you feel what you do to me? Fuck! I have to taste you… Are you ready? Once I have my mouth on that pussy, I am not going to be able to let it go. This is the right thing. Your past is long gone. You are mine. All mine.”
He grabs his dick and playfully hits my pussy with it right on my nub. Shots of pleasure surge throughout my body. I do not feel shy around him and I am not about to start now.
“Colton, you better get busy because I have needs that have to get taken care of and you are taking too long.” I give him my very best minx smile.
“You are a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He moves his hand down to my pelvis and keeps going slowly to the apex of my vagina. He kisses my mouth again. I love the way he pours his feelings into his kisses, I can feel his excitement, and I can feel his need. Funny thing is that I need him too. I push my pelvis up so that his fingers land where I need them to be.
“Ah, ah, ah. Let me take good care of you. Did I mention you look great in pink? I lift my pelvis again and he removes my underwear, then stops and takes a deep breath. “Baby, you smell so good. He takes one of his fingers and enters me. “Oh, you are dripping wet. You are ready for me. Aren’t you?” I nod my head ‘yes.’ “I can’t hear you, baby. There are two people participating in this and we are both going to enjoy it, but you need to tell me what you want. Tell me what you need…” He then takes his thumb and rubs me on my nub, sending me flying to the edge and then just as I am ready to leap off, he stops.
“No, Colton, please don’t stop…”
“Tell me what you want.”
I close my eyes briefly, when I open them I look at him straight into his eyes and softly I speak out loud what he wants to hear and what I need him to do. “Colton, I need you to make me come, on your hand, all over your mouth and with your dick tightly wrapped inside of me…”
“Fuck! Baby you are so beautiful, and I am one lucky bastard who is getting ready to enjoy tasti
ng you and loving your body until you desperately scream my name over and over again. Get ready for the ride of your life.”
And that was all I heard before I saw stars… Colton entered me with two fingers and he was successfully rubbing on my G-spot with his middle finger while simultaneously rubbing my clit with his thumb as I was moving my hips to meet his hand. In the meantime, his hot mouth was sucking on my right nipple and his other hand was pinching the left one. All these sensations at once were going to deliver quickly. “Look at me Brianna… I can feel you getting tight and tensing up. I have to see you come for me! Come baby, give it to me!”
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