Rubbing, touching and caressing my growing arousal, stokes the flames of the fire burning in my veins. I need her, and based on how she’s touching me, I can tell she needs me too. I hook my fingers into her shorts and panties and pull them down over her hips and toss them to the floor. She does the same to me, and then slowly, almost teasingly, I pull her T-shirt up over her head and gaze down at her soft, full breasts. With only the soft glow of the moon, her skin is perfectly illuminated. She’s beautiful.
When I reach out to cup and knead at her tender breasts, she grabs my cock harder and begins stroking with an intensity that I won’t be able to endure for very long. Pushing up into her tight grasp, my words are a garbled mixture of pleasure and torture. “Ahhh… Maddy, baby, I love you.”
Lips pressed against my chest, she whispers, “I love you too. Make love to me, please. I need you to love me tonight.” Innocently, she peeks up at me through her long lashes, and my heart swells with pure love for the beauty beside me.
My lips crash into hers with wild passion. Our tongues lap and lick furiously at one another. Lips are bitten and tugged almost to the point of being painful, but never quite crossing the line. She protests mildly when I pull my mouth away from hers, but her whines are subdued when she feels me continue my assault down her neck, stopping only to nibble and lick at the upper curve of her breast. Toying with her nipple in between my finger and thumb forces her hips to jolt forward. “Oh God, Reid. Do that again, please?” Her begging makes my cock swell with even more need than I am already feeling.
“This?” I taunt playfully as I pinch her nipples once more. There’s no response this time. Her head just lolls back and her hips thrust forward.
Unable to go another second without being inside of her, I hike her leg further up my hip and nudge my cock against her waiting entrance. In one swift thrust, I am buried deep inside of her. I can feel her pulsing and fluttering all around me as she adjusts to the feel of being filled by me.
Still entwined with one another, lying on our sides, I begin moving – a slow and sensual pace. I want to feel every slick and wet ridge of her tightness squeezing and encircling me.
Needing to see her as I love her, I command, “Look at me, Maddy.” My voice is gruff and laced with pure desire. Gazing into her eyes as we move together is beyond intimate. It becomes impossible to know where she ends and where I begin. Holding her close, moving inside of her, staring into her beautiful green eyes, I know there will never be anyone else for me. There will always only be Maddy.
On each deep, hard push into her core, I angle my hips forward so that I can hit that spot that makes her go crazy. I feel her body go limp and loose around me as pleasure washes over her. Reaching between us, I run the tip of my finger along the outer edge of her soaking wet lips. When I get to the hardened nub of her clit, I rub circles around it. “Ahhh…Reid…I’m so close.” Her words are whispered, but the enormity of her feelings is screaming out at me loud and clear.
A perfectly timed thrust and one last teasing touch to her clit has her falling apart at the seams. Watching her come and feeling her orgasm ripple through her body, throws me over the edge and I spill every last ounce of my love deep into her.
While our bodies are still joined as one, I tip her chin up and kiss her with all of the love that I feel. Still breathing heavily, with my body still vibrating with pleasure, I look deep into her eyes to say, “I fucking love you.”
She chuckles and buries her face in my neck. Nuzzling close to my sweat streaked skin, she whispers, “And I fucking love you too.”
Falling asleep in my arms, still naked and entwined with my love, her back softly pressed up against my front, I feel like a new chapter of my life is on the horizon. The possibilities are endless. For once, I don’t feel chained to my past. I feel freed by my future.
Since Katie and Maddy are planning on having a ‘girlie’ afternoon – nail polishing and hair styling – Dylan and I decide to go out for lunch. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to go out into public. I guess fear isn’t a feeling that fades quickly. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not want to go back to your own hometown because you’re afraid for your life. It will never make sense to me.
When we were on the phone, I asked him if anyone else knew about his and Shane’s relationship. He told me about how my father threatened him after Shane died, saying that he would kill him if he ever told anyone about Shane. My father essentially scared Dylan out of his own hometown. So, I know that being back here is a huge thing for Dylan.
Pulling into the Chili’s parking lot, I understand immediately why he chose a chain restaurant instead of the diner like I suggested. There are plenty of people here. No one will even notice him. We can just blend into the background.
I kill the engine and walk into the restaurant. Dylan is sitting at the bar. That was another stipulation of our lunch – no booths or tables. “Guys getting together to watch the game sit at the bar,” he told me when we made the plans yesterday. So here we are - two guys sitting together, watching some college football game, having a few beers, remembering a common loss.
The bartender slides me a coaster as I take my seat next to Dylan. “What can I get you?”
I eye Dylan’s mostly empty mug, and answer, “Two of whatever that was.”
As the bartender turns to get us our drinks, I notice that Dylan’s leg is bouncing wildly under his stool. He’s tapping his fingers on the bar-top like he’s just had ten cups of coffee. “You okay, man? You’re shaking like a fiend.” He doesn’t respond to my question immediately. Instead, he scans the rest of the bar area like there’s a sniper waiting for him in the corner.
Dylan still hasn’t made eye contact with me. Returning his eyes to the television in front of us, he says, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just don’t like being here, that’s all.” I know that by “here” he means Denning. I hate being here too. He pitches his voice low so that no one can hear him. There are a few people seated around the bar and the tables are all full, but the only one who can really hear us is the bartender who just placed our beers in front of us.
We’ll just have to talk about Shane later. Right now, it’s just going to be about two old friends catching up. The football Gods must have heard my thoughts because at that exact moment, the bar erupts into loud cheers and whistles.
“Holy shit! Did you just see that? A ninety-eight yard return!” I’m usually more of a baseball fan, but anyone watching the game would have to admit to the awesomeness of that play.
Dylan turns in his seat to face me and takes a large gulp of his beer. “I read a scouting report the other day that the quarterback is probably going to go in the first round of the draft this year.” And just like that, the conversation flows naturally. Stats and scores, playoff games and the upcoming Superbowl – it’s almost as if we haven’t missed out on the last five years.
The next hour or so passes quickly. We eat, drink and chat about football and old times. When the conversation drifts to my plans for after graduation, the atmosphere shifts and Dylan takes a sudden interest in my words.
“Wait you mean you are going into counseling?” His tone is shocked, but at the same time, I notice a bit of pride coloring his words as well.
Finishing the last sip of my beer, I wipe my mouth. “Yeah, I actually have this great internship back in Ithaca. I’ll be in a few schools working with the kids and other counselors. Aside from being apart from Maddy, I’m really excited about it.”
“So you two are serious then, huh?” Dylan’s eyebrow arches playfully and he elbows me in the side.
My chest swells with pride and love as I say, “She’s having my baby, so yeah, I’d say we’re serious.” Everyone who is important to us already knows about the baby. Somehow, telling Dylan feels natural – almost like I’m telling Shane.
He claps his hand on my shoulder and squeezes gently. “Seriously? That’s great, Reid. I’m thrilled for you guys.” Suddenly afraid of his gesture of friendship, small though it may be, he straightens in his seat and gets lost in thought for a few moments.
