Gram flicks his eyes open feeling a weight on his arm and a leg wrapped around his thighs. His shoes have been removed and a blanket now covers him along with a body. He brings his hand down the head of hair that rests on his chest. Gram smells the hair, inhaling it deeply. He knows that smell like the back of his hand. It is none other than the hair of his best friend. He gently runs his hand up and down her back feeling the bumps of her bra strap. The hand that is wrapped around Grams chest squeezes him tighter while she begins to stir. Gram lowers his hand to the crease of her waist, he'd noticed how perfect it was a few summers ago when Allie started to run around in a bikini in front of him. He'd never been brave enough to touch it though. Maybe it's a bit of leftover liquid courage making him brave or maybe it's Micah's stupid pep-talk ringing in the back of his head but either way, he doesn't feel like stopping
Gram can tell Allie is awake but she doesn't stop his curious hand. Thinking about it more he is wondering what she is doing here in the first place, with him and not with Mister All-American. Gram moves his hand lower on Allies back pushing it underneath Allie's shirt feeling the softness of her skin under the pads of his fingertips. She still isn't stopping him. She moves her leg over the growing hardness in Gram's pants. His entire body pulsates and his heart begins to beat harder in his chest. Allie finally lifts her head and looks up at Gram. Her perfect eyes move up and down over his face. Gram moves his heavy head, ever so slowly waiting for her to stop him. Just one inch.
This time he doesn't hesitate, he closes the gap quickly and touches their lips together. Slowly, at first. Allie climbs on top of him pushing their bodies closer together. Their kisses become more urgent. She wants this just as much as he does!
He readjusts Allie laying her on her side and brings his hand up to her face sliding it down her neck over her chest and down over the back of her pants. Touching everything that he'd want to touch for so many years. He hears a moan leave Allies throat and takes that as a good sign pushing his hardness into her once again. She reciprocates and pushes back. Somehow his hand finds it's way up her shirt, he momentarily hesitates knowing that whatever line they have never crossed is about to be obliterated.
"It's okay, I've wanted this a long long time." She says while propping up on her elbows and wiggled out of her shirt. Leaving Gram staring at the beauty that is Allie.
"Me too." He whispers and sinks his head into her naked neck kissing his way down her body tasting every single inch. They slowly peel every article of clothing they'd had on off and savor each other. The funny jovial friendship they'd always had replaced by a more serious mature one. One more suited for adults. Just like anything that Allie does in life she is all in and that includes making love to Gram. He knows while he has her, that she is all his; mind, body and soul.
Afterward she lays wrapped up against him, holding him tightly. "Was that your first time?" He asks shyly, not quite sure and hoping the answer is yes.
"Uh huh." She murmurs.
"What did you think?" He asks smiling and curling a lock of her hair in his fingers.
"I thought..." She pushes her pointy chin into his chest looking up at him, "it needs more practice." She says flashing a playful smile.
Gram shrugs, "First complaint I've ever had."
She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, Casanova the whole time you couldn't talk to Mandy you were secretly out sleeping with half the volleyball team. I'd believe that."
Gram lightly laughs, "Seriously though, are you okay? Is all this okay?"
Allie looks at him with a slight smile and open vulnerable eyes, "Gram I've been in love with you since I was eight. I've been waiting on you to see me and make a move for most of our lives. You were always just too stupid to do it."
