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“Hands down.” I nodded.
Simon smiled, and I realized how much he’d worried about not being good enough. Shoving him down flat on his back. I unzipped my dress on the side, pulling it off, and unsnapped my bra, tossing it aside. Simon was still in his clothes, so I pushed his shirt up and over his head. He’d lost focus, staring at my tits, his hand reaching out.
“Can I?”
Chuckling, I grabbed his hand and directed him to my boob. I watched in wonder as my best friend discovered boobs for the first time again. Flashes of us stumbling around in that tent years ago had me wanting to rediscover his body too. Back then, he’d been a skinny teen, but now, Simon was all man. As he rolled my nipple over his thumb, I focused on unzipping his pants and pushing them down.
His cock sprung free, almost hitting me in the face with how close I’d been. “Well, hello, big boy.”
“Lenn, did you just talk to my penis?”
“Uh, yeah. It greeted me, and I felt it deserved a hello.” Kissing the tip, I licked up the dot of pre-cum there.
“Fuck, Lenn.”
Simon’s hands fell from me, and I took the opportunity to lick down his length, rolling my tongue around him. I didn’t know much about the mechanics of the male anatomy, but I swear his penis wasn’t this big the first time. I was enjoying my time sucking him when Simon sat up, lifting me off him.
“I can’t wait any longer, Lenn.”
He slammed his mouth down on mine, and we tangled tongues, my body instinctively moving closer to him, straddling his waist. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lowered myself down on him, his hands directing my hips as I went. Sinking down low, I groaned out as I impaled myself. We both sat for a second, staring at one another, taking in this moment.
This was us, Si and Lenn. We weren’t kids anymore. From here on out, things would be different. We couldn’t hide behind miscommunication or fear. Our hearts were bare, our feelings out in the open, and our bodies fused together.
Simon cupped my face, sincerity covering his, his soulful eyes capturing mine. “I love you, Lennox.”
“I love you too, Simon.”
In a synchronized move almost, our lips made the final connection, sparking our passion.
Simon grabbed my hips and started to lift me, and I assisted as I moved, my knees next to him. Throwing my head back, I braced my arms on the bed, offering more leverage. I watched as Simon fixated on my breasts, the movement jiggling them with each thrust our bodies moved, the pleasure overwhelming.
“God damn, Lenn. You’re so fucking gorgeous. It’s been torture these past few years trying to hide my feelings for you. Most mornings, I had to take care of myself before I stepped out my door. Other days, I’d manage to make it through breakfast only to stroke myself in the shower, your smell all around me. I can’t smell your shampoo now without getting hard,” he groaned.
His words were dirty and hot, and I found myself growing wetter with each thrust.
“Fuck, Lenn. I can't last much longer.”
I moved back to him, my nipples rubbing against his chest, the rawness of them lighting with sensations with each pass. Whispering in his ear, “I heard you, but I never thought it was me you were thinking about. I used to touch myself at night, hoping you’d hear and come into my room to help.”
“Oh fuck, Lenn, that’s hot. I wish I had.”
It was the last straw. Simon started to piston faster into me, his cock hitting me deep with each thrust, and I found myself clenching around him, my body exploding into a million nerve centers as I fell over the edge, cumming with him.
Simon fell back onto the bed, both of us panting as we laid in one another’s arms. This was bliss and I didn’t feel guilty about it this time.
Simon got up later, cleaning us both up and bringing me my phone to charge. I glanced at it, no messages from anyone. I quickly dismissed the disappointment I felt. I’d just had amazing sex with the love of my life. Why did I need to be greedy or be thinking of someone else? I didn’t. It wasn’t who I was.
A notification popped up, and I remembered I hadn’t checked my blog in a few days. Logging in, I was floored for a moment when I saw I had over 100 messages from B.E.R. Scrolling through them, a pit formed in my stomach. Simon walked over, and I quickly shut it off, plugging it in on the nightstand. My hands shook, but I ignored them, not wanting to draw attention for fear he’d ask questions.
Laying back, I pulled the covers up, needing to feel safe. Simon climbed in, turning off the light, and pulled me close. I snuggled closer, happy just to be in his arms. He kissed my forehead, and I realized he had some soft music playing as he fell asleep. It was soothing, but I laid there, my mind whirling, sleep evading me. Sometime around 3 am, I finally fell asleep, exhaustion catching up to me. My prayer, a desperate plea on my lips.
Make it be gone. Make it not real. Make it be gone.
Nox books,
I didn’t mean to be nasty, or sound judgmental. Maybe I need to give it another try. What book are you reading? Perhaps we can read it together?
What do you think makes people do those things?
