September
"Heavy breathing..." I whisper, hardly able to contain myself. I think I'm just releasing a bit of tension. There's certainly a lot of that in here now.
"Shut up Sep," she laughs, as she playfully hits my cheek, and we both giggle. But something makes me feel like it's supposed to be more serious. Was I wrong to make us laugh at a time like this? She gives me a look and I know that I didn't spoil the moment.
My shirt is on the floor and so is hers. I'm worried that she can feel my shaking hands or my tensed muscles as I lie here with her on her hands and knees over me. I'm so nervous. I mean, neither of us is that experienced, but she just seems so calm. I feel so strongly now, but I don't really know what exactly it is I'm feeling.
We're alone together on the bed in my room. It's dark outside, and the window is closed, with rays of light from the streetlight outside striking the dimly lit walls. The door is closed, and next to it lie our shoes and jeans and bags and everything else we came in with.
I can feel the warmth of her soft skin where her forearms touch my shoulders and where her legs touch mine. She grins at me and leans in slowly. This is what I've been anticipating. I close my eyes as I wrap my arms around her. I can feel the muscles in her back ripple as she moves to put her hands on my shoulders. We kiss, and I can feel every curve of her lips, her face, her whole body. I'm still not close enough to her.
