I know it’s a cop-out to punt the decision to her, but if I am left to my own devices, I don’t know how far this will get.
I need an assist here.
“I don’t want to stop,” she says softly.
I don’t want to talk anymore.
If I keep talking, I will talk myself out of this.
And I need to have her.
I rip my shirt off in response to her. Her small, cold fingers reach for my chest, tracing my hard muscles down past my abs to the buckle of my jeans. She opens up my pants and I stand up, letting them fall along with my boxers.
I’m hard as fuck.
I’m so hard that I feel like my dick could break right off of my body.
That is how much I want this girl.
Melissa crunches forward and slides her shirt over her head, revealing a lacy blue bra underneath. Soon, that’s gone too and I am hungry for her beautiful tits.
She kicks off her jeans and underwear and I don’t waste any more time.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers to me between kisses.
“Me either,” I tell her. “It’ll be new for us both.”
She smiles, seemingly comforted by this.
We dive in together now.
Our hands tangle in each other’s hair.
Our lips kiss and suck and bite at each other. I feel mine begin to swell already.
And I discover her in a way that I’ve never discovered anyone before.
I slip inside of her.
She moans.
I grind into her body, feeling her take me deep inside of her. Her legs hitch around me and I lose my fucking mind.
I explode, making a sound from deep in my throat.
I kiss her cheek, and a prayer leaves my lips.
Please, God, make this work somehow.
I want it to all be okay.
Even though I know it won’t.
* * *
I had sex with Melissa last night and today?
Today I’m standing next to her father, watching my brother quarterback a team to victory.