Sitting so close to Jeff made my body tingle in a pleasant way. Silly, I chided myself. But it felt so solid, so reliable and good. I just wanted to relax into him, feeling protected and safe. So, I did. Who says one can’t take a liberty, or two?
As we drove along the coast I breathed in the sea air and smiled happily. The sun would soon start to set and the ride back would probably be in the last light of sunset.
The longer we drove the more I became aware of Jeff’s body. What was wrong with me? The scent of him soon overpowered the scent of our surroundings. I felt his muscles move with each twist and turn. And with each muscle moving I wanted to scream. If my body had ever ached for a man, it was now, for this man. I felt like I was twenty again…
Suddenly Jeff slowed down.
“Hey, how about I take you to a secret hang-out first?”
“Sure,” I replied — I’d probably agreed to a trip to the moon with him at that point.
Jeff turned into a dust road, that led into the forest. Soon we were surrounded by trees.
Then, suddenly the trees opened up to a beautiful glen with a waterfall. I felt my eyes open wide — it was like something out of a movie.
Jeff stopped the bike and let me get off, then got off himself and removed his helmet.
“This is beautiful,” I said, as I took off my helmet and shook out my red hair — it shone in the evening sun.
“It is, isn’t it,” Jeff said. “So are you,” he then added, studying me as I shook my hair.
“Thank you,” I said and gently reached out to touch his arm. He grabbed hold of it. Then he turned fully towards me. “Pat?”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice but a whisper as I felt like I couldn’t breathe when he looked at me like that.
“Do you still feel we should just be friends?”
His eyes were intense as he studied my reaction. I could see lust in them, but also respect and…kindness. He cared about what I thought. And I knew he would respect my wishes.
“No, maybe not,” I replied.
“Maybe?”
“Well, I’m not sure it would work out…if that’s what you mean?”
“Yes, that’s what I mean.”
So, he meant a relationship, not just sex…
“We could try,” I whispered. “Slowly. Dating. See where it takes us.”
“Slowly?” He asked and stepped closer. Now I really couldn’t breathe properly. I felt every cell in my body tingle.
“Mhm,” I replied.
“Like this?” he asked and kissed me. Slowly. Thoroughly. His lips teasing mine, his tongue exploring. I moaned and he deepened the kiss. Still slow; seductive. I felt like I wanted to get closer, even though I was standing just next to him.
“I want you,” I said and he broke free for a second to look at my face. His gaze was inquisitive, as if he wanted to find out if I really meant it. I did. Looking reassured, he smiled.
“I think we should go for a swim,” he said.
“I don’t have my bikini,” I replied, still breathless from the kiss. I hadn’t wanted him to stop. The ache inside of me was by no means growing less painful.
“That’s the point. Let’s skinny dip.” He grinned.
“Skinny dip? I haven’t skinny dipped since I was like twenty-five!”
“So, now is the time to do it. Come on. Wearing leather in this heat has made me steaming hot.” He looked at me. “In more ways than one. I need to cool off.”
