Forgetting to Breathe

by Megan E. Bean

  They were swaying back and forth, locked in each other’s gaze. It was like a car crash you couldn’t look away from. They were complete opposites. Jennifer called her sadistic Sadie, for God’s sake. Was this a plan to get back at Keira and I?

  All doubt left my mind as Jennifer leaned up and placed a quick kiss on the girl’s lips. She pulled back and blushed, smiling bashfully at Sadie. They were both beaming brightly. This was no revenge plot.

  “Oh my God,” Keira said, in shock. “Did that really just happen?”

  “Yeah,” I simply answered.

  “Are we in the Twilight Zone?” she asked before meeting my eyes. We both laughed.

  “Keira?”

  “Ashley?”

  We heard our names and turned back to our best friend and ex. They had spotted us.

  “Hey, guys!” Keira answered, acting surprised to see them. She was a great actor.

  “So, uh…” Jennifer started. She was uncomfortable.

  “We saw you kiss,” I blurted out, and mentally kicked myself. I blamed the alcohol. “And it’s okay,” I recovered.

  “Is it?” Jennifer asked us, voice full of concern. Both she and her new love interest were focused on us. A look of worry on both of their faces.

  “Yeah, I’m glad you both are happy,” Keira said, genuinely.

  “Cool,” Sadie smiled before turning her attention to Jennifer. “We are really happy.”

  “I guess we will have to go on double dates,” Keira suggested. “Or is that too weird?” she finished, cringing a little.

  “No, that sounds fun,” Jennifer said. She looked so happy.

  “Just not fucking Funtastiks,” Sadie threw in and we all laughed and agreed.

  * * * *

  Towards the end of the night, Keira and I had made our way out to the football field to get some privacy and to cool off a little.

  “I used to take girls out here to make out when I first started high school,” Keira admitted as we were underneath the bleachers.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked her, leaning up against the metal poles.

  “Uh huh,” she answered, sauntering over to me and putting her hands above my head, onto the metal. I placed my hands on her hips.

  “And you think I’m going to be one of those girls?” I teased.

  “I was hoping so.” She had a devilish grin on her face.

  I unintentionally bit my lip. “I don’t know how I should feel about that.”

  “Well,” she started, moving in a little closer to me. “You would, by far, be the most beautiful, funniest, sexiest girl I have ever kissed down here,” she pled her case.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked again, this time my voice was much lower, giving me away.

  “Oh yeah,” she said before inching her mouth closer and closer to mine.

  I closed the gap, not being able to take it anymore. Her lips were addictive. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her soft lips, and wet tongue. I tasted the vodka on her breath, but that didn’t deter me whatsoever.

  I clenched onto her hips harder, drawing her close to me. I thought to myself that I was probably going to leave bruises on her, but neither of us seemed to mind.

  She let out a moan into my mouth and it turned me into an animal. My hands were roaming all over her body as our kiss became more passionate.

  Her fingertips were at the bottom of my underwear and I was suddenly self-conscious about how wet I already was. Was she going to think I was some loser who couldn’t control herself?

  I gasped as I felt her finger teasing me through my underwear. This elicited a groan from her.

  “Oh my God, you are so wet,” she said in a shaky voice.

  She increased the pressure and I dug my fingernails into her shoulders, trying to keep steady. I was clinging to her.

  She stopped, causing me to whine, but she didn’t stop long. She moved her fingertips underneath my panties and I froze.

  “Is this alright?” she asked, concerned.

  “Umm, yes,” I tried to form words, but the fogginess of my brain was proving that difficult. “I mean, no,” I shook my head, trying to clear it before continuing. “I mean…I’m a virgin,” I admitted to her, hiding my face in her shoulder. I was mortified.

  Would she think I was a loser? Would it be a deal breaker? She had been with so many girls, why would she stay with one who had never even had sex. She wouldn’t want to wait to sleep with me.

  “Hey,” she whispered, moving my head gently so that I had to look at her. “That’s okay,” she said, causing me to perk up. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

  “Are you sure?” I said, well-aware of how pathetic I sounded.

  “Yes,” she said, smiling at me. “Of course, dummy.” She placed a kiss on my lips, wrapping her arms around me tight. “You are well worth waiting for, Ashley.”

  Butterflies invaded my stomach when she said that. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. And the fact that she used my first name sent chills down my spine. She only used my first name when she was really serious.

  How did I get so lucky?

  Chapter 16

  “Okay, guys, so a few ground rules,” Keira started off. She was standing in front of us all, prepping us for the day. “No sneaking in booze. That means you, Ariel.” She threw a knowing look to my friend, who scowled in return. “No driving like a jackass.” She looked at the boys, who were punching each other back and forth. “And just don’t embarrass me, okay?” she said firmly.

  She looked like a sexy commander in charge of a troupe of soldiers. Was it weird that I found this really hot?

  “Okay, Mom. Can we get this show on the road?” Jennifer asked. She was sitting in the passenger seat of her and Sadie’s golf cart.

  It had been a couple of weeks and we were all acclimated to the new relationship. It surprisingly wasn’t as awkward as you would imagine it to be. There were a few bumps in the road to get us here, but nothing major.

  “Okay, fine,” Keira gave in and climbed into the passenger seat of our cart. “Oh, and no cheating!” she added before we all took off to the first hole.

  We were in a much bigger group than the golf course would normally allow, but they were over seeding and closed to the general public. The general manager there had let Keira come and practice, as long as she followed the rules.

  We went first, Keira trying to make an example of us. My example was not as impressive as hers. My first ball went way too far to the left and I had to get another ball and try again. My friends snickered, but she cooed me and gave me advice on how to hit it. This time I was on the green.

  After our buddies all had their balls on the fairway—which took a while, by the way, we all separated to find our balls.

  “This is so much fun, babe. Thank you,” I said to my girlfriend.

  “Thank me for what?” she asked, confused.

  “Thank you for just being you. For not caring that a girl who was previously in love with me and a girl that was previously in love with you, is here, dating each other,” I laughed.

  It really was such a weird situation. You would think more drama would have occurred, but things were perfect. Almost scarily perfect. High school life was nothing like how it was portrayed in the movies.

  * * * *

  After playing golf all day and none of us getting a credible score, other than Keira, of course, we were all beat. We all said our goodbyes in the parking lot and before I could get into Keira’s car, she stopped me.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, not unlocking her car.

  “Home?” I questioned.

  “We aren’t going anywhere.” She smirked.

  “Are you holding me captive, Mitchell?” I asked, smirking back at her.

  “I sure am,” she cheerfully said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the clubhouse.

  “Really, what are we doing?” I questioned.

  “You’ll see,” she answered, not willing to explain
further.

  I knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t going to tell me, so I just followed along.

  She dropped my hand once we got to the entrance. She fished a key out of her pocket, unlocking the door and ushering me inside. She locked it behind us, turning on the smaller lights throughout the pro shop.

  “Are we allowed to do this?” I asked, worried.

  “Would it make you feel better if I said yes?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then yes, we are,” she said before pulling me into a room in the back. I didn’t have time to respond, because what I saw had took my breath away.

  “Do you like it?” she asked, I nodded, looking tentative.

  I don’t know what this room was normally used for, but she built me a fort. I thought back to one of our first conversations as a couple, she had asked me what my dream date was. I replied that I would love something as simple as hanging out in a fort made of blankets and pillows, eating candy, and reading scary stories to each other.

  At the time, she didn’t react much to it, but obviously she must have memorized each detail.

  “I love it,” I was finally able to say. She lifted one of the corners of the blankets and gestured for me to crawl in.

  When I crawled into the big fort, I couldn’t believe it. There was a little lantern in the middle of it. It’s soft light illuminating the packages of Twizzlers and Reese’s, and the copy of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark . The floor was covered in plush blankets and pillows.

  “This is incredible, Keira,” I said, in awe.

  She smiled and cozied up next to me. “I’m glad you like it.”

  She reached for the Twizzlers, opening the package and feeding me one. I giggled as she kept moving it away from me, teasing me.

  “Stop it,” I whined and she relented.

  She grabbed the book and flipped through the pages. “So, what story should we read first?”

  “Oh, the one about the dog under the bed being a person licking the kid’s fingers!” I excitedly said.

  “Spoiler alert,” she joked and I covered my mouth. Oops. “Okay, dog person story it is.” She smiled and wrapped one of her arms around me and I nuzzled into her, listening to her read.

  * * * *

  After we had read almost every story in the book, I had a different idea in mind. While she was reading, I moved out of my position in her lap and sat up with her. She made sure I was comfortable again before continuing with the story.

  I started innocently playing with her hair, causing her to smile as she read. I trailed my fingers down to her neck, lightly tickling her. As she rambled on, I moved my lips to her neck, licking and biting gently. She stopped reading and her breathing became heavy.

  “Keep reading. I want to know how it ends,” I said before continuing with my assault on her neck. She obliged.

  My little bites turned into my sucking on her neck, wanting to mark my territory. It was becoming harder for her to concentrate on the book. I knew she hated hickeys, but it seemed like she was making an exception this time.

  She put the book down and covered my mouth with hers, hungrily kissing me.

  I felt bold enough to straddle her. She placed her hands on my ass, squeezing, and causing a moan to escape my lips.

  I felt her teeth scrape against my bottom lip and I grinded down into her. I was no longer thinking—my body had taken over.

  My hands moved to the bottom of her shirt, peeling it off of her. I needed to see her toned stomach. One that I had only caught glimpses of before. My breath caught in my throat before regaining my composure and taking my shirt off, as well. It was only fair.

  Her hungry eyes roamed over my body and I thought I might die from wanting her so badly.

  “Are you sure?” She asked me. I nodded and returned my lips to her.

  Her soft yet firm hands moved behind my back and undid my bra. As she pulled the straps down my shoulders, I could hear her breath getting more labored. I loved the effect I had on her. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

  “Fuck,” she muttered as her hands explored my body. She made me feel like a goddess.

  With a newborn confidence, I stood up, as much as I could in the fort, and slowly undid my pants.

  She stared at me, not daring to take her eyes off me for a second. I pulled my pants down painfully slowly, teasing her. I saw her chest rising faster by the second. It drove me wild.

  “Your turn,” I gestured with my eyes, standing in front of her with only my underwear on. She didn’t hesitate at all to match me, taking off her bra and pants.

  I got back in position, straddling her waist. This time, pushing down against her, the movement made us both moan. I could feel how warm and wet she was against me.

  She captured my lips once again and we were nothing but clashing teeth and tongues as I rocked back and forth against her.

  I wondered if she was already close like me. Would it be embarrassing to cum just from this little amount of contact? At this point, I didn’t care.

  “I am going to cum if you don’t stop,” she groaned against my lips. I was glad I wasn’t the only one.

  I didn’t respond, I just pushed against her harder, grinding at a steady pace. My hands were tangled in her hair and her fingers were clenched on my hips, keeping me in place against her.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, loudly. I was glad no one was around, because I had no control over my volume.

  She tried kissing me, but our moans were making it impossible. And I tried telling her I was about to cum, but that was impossible, as well.

  So instead, I pulled on her hair and steadied myself against her as I exploded. She moved faster and faster against me until I heard a grunt come from her and her body convulsed against me.

  We stayed in that position, slowing our movements until we were both satisfied.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed out.

  “Oh my God,” she repeated and let out a little laugh. “That has never happened before,” she admitted.

  We both laid back onto the blankets to get more comfortable, and I laid my head on her chest.

  “Is that what you tell all the girls?” I joked.

  “I’m serious, Engles. That was almost embarrassingly too fast.” She laughed.

  I agreed. It was so quick, but that oddly made it even sexier. It was so hot to think that both of us had wanted each other so badly, that we barely even had to touch each other to climax.

  “Well, I liked it,” I stated, lying my head on her chest. She stroked my hair gently.

  I was falling asleep when she told me we needed to leave. I protested, but I gave in, realizing I didn’t want the pro shop attendant to come in and see us naked in the morning.

  * * * *

  She had taken me back to my house and I talked her into spending the night. Not that it took too much convincing.

  “That fort you built was amazing, by the way. I never had a chance to tell you properly,” I told her.

  She was lying next to me, tickling my back. She leaned over and started kissing my neck softly. “And why is that?” She asked, eliciting a smile from me.

  “Because…” I trailed off, too shy to say.

  “Tell me,” she persisted, nipping my neck a little, causing me to take a deep breath.

  “Because you distracted me, like you’re trying to do now.”

  “Hmm,” she muttered and moved her mouth to my ear. Her hot breath was giving me chills. “Do you like it?” She asked me, and all I could do was nod and bite my lip.

  I could feel her smile as she trailed her fingertips along the hem of my shirt. She was incorrigible. Was she trying to go at it again?

  She placed small kisses along my jaw, to my cheek, and finally landed on my lips. They were gentle kisses at first, but I deepened them. I licked at her pink lips, silently asking for permission to enter. My permission was granted and followed by her hand running up my shirt and underneath my bra.

  “Oh my God,” I muttered
against her mouth.

  “Is this okay?” She asked me, but not faltering in her actions at all.

  I nodded before continuing to kiss her hard.

  Soon, we were peeling each other’s clothes off. This time we were completely naked. We both took a second to admire each other, breathlessly, before diving back into each other.

  Her body was on top of mine this time, her hands roaming all over my chest and sides. I could tell that she was trying to take it slow, but it was killing both of us.

  I grabbed one of her hands and moved it between us, in between my legs. I was too timid to ask her for what I wanted.

  She slowly moved her hand up my thigh and I gasped as I felt her fingers part my lips and land on my clit. Her look of concern was now replaced with a sexy smirk as she started making little circles around it.

  “Does that feel good?” She whispered into my ear before biting on my earlobe and sucking on it.

  “Uh huh,” was all that escaped from my mouth. I had never felt this good in my life.

  “Can you be a good girl for me and tell me when you’re about to cum?” She asked and I felt a jolt course through my body. Between her words and speeding up her motions, I was sure it wouldn’t take long for me to have to tell her.

  She captured my lips in another sloppy, heated kiss. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Every time I let a moan slip, she started rubbing me a little harder.

  “I’m close,” I admitted. I was proud that I had lasted a little longer this time. I was trying to anyways.

  “You’re close, baby?” She asked. She must not have been able to make out my muffled moan.

  “Yes. Oh my God, yes,” I said more clearly now, my voice raising.

  “Do you trust me?” She asked, in a hurry. I just nodded my head. I was in no condition to talk right now.

  Just as I was about to cum, she slid a finger inside of me. It was uncomfortable, solely because I wasn’t used to that feeling. But it also felt incredible.

  I had no time to differentiate the two feelings, as I was riding the waves of the biggest orgasm I had ever had.

  Between my moans and her panting, I was praying that my mother didn’t hear. But there was no way I would have been able to be quiet.