To Love's End

His reaction was exactly what I had hoped for. He slid his arm around my back and pulled me against him one last time.

“I love you more.” He smiled foolishly and kissed the top of my head. “Go before they really start suspecting something.” He winked at me and watched me go.

I beamed brightly and hurried down the stairs, forgetting what it was I had been looking for. As I walked by his mother I received a glare from her. I felt as if she knew exactly what it was I had just done. No matter, she couldn’t prove anything and we were about to leave. I smiled at her and got in the car. A smile of victory.

He loved me!


We only lived about a one hour drive from our cousins but it was enough that we would only see each other about once or twice a month. The days between visits began to get painfully long and I was consumed with thoughts of Chris. I often found myself in a daze, daydreaming about our time together and what I would say and do to him when we were next together.

My fifteenth birthday had just passed and I’d received a cell phone as a gift from my parents. I agreed to pay for half of the bill with my new part time job. I’d begun working part time as a waitress in a small café near my house. It paid well and was a lot of fun.

I was seated at my desk in my room, going through my phonebook for numbers to add to my cell phone when I came across Chris’ cell number. I’d forgotten he’d even had one. I’d gotten the number when we had gone to a theme park so my mother and I could keep in contact with him and his. I looked at the clock and saw it was only four thirty. He’d still be on the bus home from school and probably have his phone with him.

Nervously I dialed the number and waited as it rang. After about four rings a familiar voice said, “Hello?”

My heart leapt.

“Chris?” I said.

“Julie, is that you?” He asked, sounding confused.

I giggled and said, “Yeah! I got a cell phone.” I could hear a lot of background noise and someone was asking him who it was.

“Look, I’m kind of… busy right now. I’ll talk to you later.” Then I heard a click and the line went dead. I stared at the phone in slight disbelief. Had he just hung up on me? What…? I’d thought he would be happy to talk to me, considering we rarely got to see each other. I was stunned.

I threw the phone onto my desk and crossed my arms. I knew I was going to start crying soon and I felt like such a baby. There had to be a good reason for this… Unless… That person who I’d heard in the background asking who it was… It was a girl’s voice.

Oh…No way… Not after all he’d told me. My mind was racing with thoughts of Chris and another girl when I heard a beeping noise. I looked at my phone and picked it up. Opening it up I saw I had received a text message.

I read it over twice and immediately felt somewhat relieved. The message read:

Hey Julie
Sorry bout that I’ll explain later
I’ll call u when I get home

I still felt a tad uneasy and decided to go to the nearby park. Maybe being outside might calm me down. I slipped my phone into my pocket and made my way downstairs. I told my mom I was going to the park and I’d be back later.

I looked around the small park and it was fairly deserted. I could see a man with his dog further down the field but the swing set was empty. I sat down and took out my phone. I nervously eyed the thing, turning it over and over in my hand. The seconds seemed to stretch on for an eternity, the silence of the air looming over me like a storm cloud. Every second that ticked by a new idea about Chris and someone else crept into my mind. I was becoming a nervous wreck.

I think my anxiety mostly stemmed from a fear of losing Chris. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He loved me and I loved him. Sure, our situation was a little odd, but we loved each other. And that love had to mean something… But if he had suddenly changed his mind about me then that would be it. I don’t know if I could face another let down… Particularly like this.

I checked the time on my phone and it read 4:55. It had been nearly twenty minutes and he hadn’t called. I stood up to go back home. It was getting darker. As I made my way along the path I jumped, startled by a high-pitched rendition a familiar song. I realized it was my phone and quickly fished it out of my pocket.

“Hello?” I said, a tone of desperation in my voice.

“Hi Julie, just want to tell you dinner is going to be ready at five thirty.”

”Oh… ok, mom, I’ll be home. Bye.” I hung up, very disappointed. It was now five o’clock and he still hadn’t called. I knew I might be jumping the gun slightly, but I was worried. I took slow steps, staring at my surroundings with fascination. I gazed at the pine trees around me and watched as a bird took flight, soaring high in the air. How I wished I could do that. Fly free from all my worries.

Then, as if granting my wish, the phone rang a second time.

“Hello?” I whispered feebly, hoping…

“Julie… I’m so sorry about earlier.” Chris’ voice said, with a noticeable amount of anxiousness.

I breathed a sigh of relief and felt the unease drift from me. I remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

“My sister was sitting beside me on the bus and she heard it was you. I was afraid she’d tell my mom and when we got home she did... Obviously Amy doesn’t know anything, but she was excited that you had called. I just didn’t want us to attract anymore suspicion…”

“That’s ok… I’m glad you did that.” I told him, feeling much happier. I felt so stupid for doubting him.

“Yeah… So how are you, beautiful?” He asked. I felt myself blushing and giggled.

“I’m doing ok… I-I miss you.” My free hand clenched into a nervous fist, I was still so shy even talking to him on the phone. I guess not seeing him for a while had let my shy demeanor return slightly.

“I miss you too… But I think we’re coming to visit soon. There's no school next Friday.”

“Really?” I asked. I hadn’t heard anything about that… “I hope so!”

“Ah, crap, my mom’s coming upstairs. Julie, I’ll text you later. I love you…” He whispered.

“I…Love you too…” My heart was beating faster as I took the phone away from my ear and closed it gently. I sighed again, feeling so relieved and ecstatic. I was happy to know I had a very overactive imagination and that Chris did, indeed, love me. I was slightly worried about his mother but that was something I couldn't control right now.

It turned out Chris had been right and finally the day our cousins were to visit arrived. It was a cool February morning and the sun was shining brightly. I was anxious but tried not to let it show. They were supposed to arrive around noon and I’d woken up quite early that morning. My mom was at work so I took a shower and watched some TV. Around ten thirty my best friend Mimi called.

“Hey Julie, what are ya up to on this fine, school-free day?” She asked.

“Well, my cousins are coming over for the long weekend today. I’m just lazing around right now.” I told her.

“Well, do you wanna go to the park for a while? I’m kind of bored.”

I thought about it for a moment, and since it would be around an hour and a half until they arrived, I decided to go.

“Sure, I’ll meet you at the swings in five.” I told her. We hung up and I fished around my bedroom for a sweater. I told my sister that I’d be back later. I threw my cell phone in my pocket and walked over to the park. The air was a bit chilly and I rubbed my hands together for warmth.

“Hey Mimi!” I said, slipping onto a swing beside her.

“Hey. You’re up early for a non-school day.” She laughed. I rolled my eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep well last night…” Knowing I’d see Chris today, I added mentally.

“That’s too bad. Well, I had a fabulous time last night!” She said happily.

“Oh yeah, you went on a date with what’s-his-face.” She rolled her eyes.

“It’s John. And it was great. We went to see that new Brad Pitt movie and then to that cute diner near the theatre.” She told me.

“Aw… How was the movie?” I asked.

She began to blush and said, “Well… I didn’t really see much of it. I was sort of… preoccupied.”

I knew I should have felt happy for her, because she really did like John, but I felt a pang of jealousy. She was able to publicly display her feelings for this boy, while I, who loved Chris, couldn’t even hold his hand in public. I wished our situation was different and that we could freely love each other. It was so selfish but I couldn’t help it.

I gave a smile and let her continue. As she told me more about her evening I began to become more and more upset. I was truly happy for her but my own situation depressed me.

“Well, I’m glad you had such a good time.” I told her.

She smiled back at me and asked, “Oh, do you think I could borrow your cell for a ‘sec? I have spaghetti cooking at home and I just need to tell my brother to stir it. I forgot to tell him before I left. No one wants lumpy spaghetti.” I nodded and handed her the phone.

I kicked my feet against the ground and pushed up. I swung backwards into the air and let my head fall back as I came down. The crisp air blew my hair into a wild frenzy and I smiled. Well, I knew going into this relationship that it would never be normal… But, did that really matter? Our love was what truly mattered. If he was content living this way, conducting our secret relationship, then so was I. As long as I could be around him I would be happy. I continued swinging, a genuine smile on my face. That was until I heard Mimi ask, “Julie… What’s this?”

I kicked the sand with my feet to stop myself and looked over at her. She was holding my phone out at me. I took it from her and saw what she had been looking at. I bit my lip and got quite nervous. She had been reading a text message from Chris that read:

Hey jules,
miss you but were coming over soon
I cant wait to hold you.. kiss you…touch you.
haha sorry for sounding so stupid.
Seriously I can’t wait to see u again.
Miss you

“Uh… It’s nothing.” I quickly shut my phone and stuffed it in my pocket.

“Julie…The ID said that was from Chris. As in… your cousin Chris?” She looked at me apprehensively.

I could feel my heart beat speed up. I knew my cover was blown. I couldn’t lie my way out of this one. I had to tell her… I just worried that she’d desert me and never talk to me again. Or worse yet, tell someone else.

“Um… Yes.” I mumbled. I looked down, very apprehensive.

“Julie, what’s going on?” She asked. I bit my lip again and wasn’t sure how to answer. “You have to tell me, I’m your best friend.”

“I… no I can’t. Well, please, just don’t hate me.” I said, an air of desperation in my voice.

“I could never hate you. And how long have we known each other? Just tell me.” I could tell she desperately wanted to know. It was rare that either of us had ever withheld information or secrets from each other. But this was different for me. This was something that from birth society had told me was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to like someone in my family. What we were doing was illegal. Our mothers were sisters and he was a first cousin. The law declared anything further than childhood exploration was indictable by the law. That scared me.

But I told her anyway. I had to. I needed to let go of my doubt and allow Mimi to prove how strong our friendship was. And I couldn’t bear the weight this secret was holding on my shoulders. When I was finished she sat silent for a moment.

“Well, I’m not sure what to say… I mean, I always knew he liked you. It was so clear on his face. The way he looks at you when he thinks no one is looking… But, I’m just worried that you’re in this for the wrong reasons… He didn’t pressure you to do anything did he?” I could see the concern on her face and it made me laugh. I knew it was sort of rude, but she was so cute and I loved her so much.

“No, of course not! I’m not that naive.” I assured her.

“Well, to be honest, I’ve been worried about you lately. You always seemed so distant and you kept daydreaming a lot. But now I know why.” She told me with a grin. “So, you have got to tell me…Was he any good? Did he make you-”

“Mimi, please! That is so none of your business!” I began to blush profusely, holding a hand over my eyes. I definitely did not want to hear those words coming from her mouth.

“Oh, get over it Julie. You’ve gone farther than I ever have, and it’s only fair you tell me about it. I need to know so I can be prepared! I’m your best friend. I’ve seen porn, it’s not like this is something I’ve never heard of.”

I shook my head in defeat and let out a giggle. She could be so blunt some times. But I figured, I really needed to get rid of my inhibitions. I’d been so easily able to do so with Chris, so why not now, when I was merely talking about it with a girl who might as well have been my sister.

“Well… I’ll just say he certainly knew what he was doing.” I told her with a slight smile.

“I bet all those times in class you were daydreaming about doing it with him!” She laughed loudly and I shook my head. I would never admit to her how close she was to the truth. “But really, I’m happy for you. I just want you to be careful. If you get caught…”

“I know… Well, I don’t. I’d probably be shunned by my family and kicked out. It hurts to even think about it… Because I… love him so much.” I bit my lip and looked at the sand, drawing patterns in it with my foot.

Before Mimi had a chance to respond a deep male voice said from behind us, “Hey, Julie.” I whipped my head around and saw Chris walking towards us. I felt my heart begin to race and heat rose to my cheeks. I feebly waved at him and stood up. “Ally told me you were here…”

“Um… Hi. You remember Mimi, right?” I said, reintroducing her to him. She stood up to and told him hello. I was looking anywhere to avoid making eye contact with him. I could almost sense the sly grin Mimi would have imprinted on her face. I definitely hadn’t expected this meeting… I guess I had lost track of time and my cousins had arrived…

“Well, we’re going out for lunch, remember… So we’d better go.” Chris reminded me.

I looked at Mimi and said awkwardly, “Um… Right. Bye, Mimi.”

“Have fun, you two!” She said, and winked at me. I thought I would die of embarrassment. I shook my head slightly and grabbed the sleeve of Chris’ jacket, pulling him along. As soon as we were further along the path he took my arm and pulled me into the thicker area of trees. My back came into contact with the rough, cold bark of a pine tree and his lips were upon mine. I was shocked at first but quickly returned the kiss. He pulled away and looked at me.

“What was that about with her?” He asked me, a half-smile on his face. His lips soon found my neck and he placed gentle kisses upon it.

I let out a sigh and said, “She…sort of knows.”

“What?” He said, immediately stopping and looking at me. “Julie… Are you sure… is that really ok?”

I didn’t hesitate to respond. “Of course, she’s been my best friend since birth and she’s ok with it… I had to tell her… She found one of the messages you sent me.” His hand took mine and he looked me in the eyes.

“Oh…” He sighed. “But if you’re sure…”

I nodded. There was a calm silence between us. I couldn’t help but smile at him. I couldn’t even find the words to express my emotions. I let my eyes fall closed and slowly moved to kiss him again. Then I felt a vibration in my back pocket and a high pitched song began to play. We both jumped in surprise and I reached to my pocket, realizing it was my cell phone.

I opened it and saw that I’d received a text message from Mimi. She’d sure gotten home quickly. It said:

Jules!
that’s so cute…the way he looked at you.
i could totally tell he likes you.. I’m really happy for you
have fun ;D

I sighed and tried to close the phone, but Chris quickly took it from my hands. I reached for it but he pinned me against the tree. I struggled to no avail as he read the message.

“Hm, well… We might have to fix this.” He told me, a tone of worry in his voice. “People aren’t supposed to know how I feel about you. I mean, if what you say about her is right than I don’t care because she is your best friend… But if it’s that obvious to her what does that say about our families?”

I remained silent and wondered if now would be the time to tell him… I had been very afraid ever since the confrontation with his mother at New Years. Deciding it would probably be best if I withheld the information I told him we’d better get home. I was surprised his mother had even allowed him to come get me in the park.

As we walked toward my house, no longer holding hands to my dismay, he told me about the plans for the day.

“We’re going out for lunch now and then later tonight one of my stupid friends who moved around here called and wants me to go to a movie with him. So, I’ll be out until around ten or so… I didn’t want to but it’ll look kind of suspicious if I don’t go… Considering he was one of my better friends before he moved away.”

I nodded forlornly. My feelings of understanding for the identity of our relationship that I had held moments ago seemed to be drifting away… I just wanted to be normal.

When we arrived home, I was greeted by Amy and his mother, who had a particularly forced smile on her face. I hoped Chris didn’t notice it… This was something I would have to deal with on my own. I changed my clothes and remembered that since my parents had to work Chris’ mother suggested we go out for the day. I ran a brush through my hair and threw on a sweater. I quickly descended the stairs and waited for Amy and my sister. We walked out to the van together and she took her place beside my sister. I sat in the back, and quickly belted myself in. I blushed slightly as Chris climbed in and sat beside me.

I felt my heart begin to beat a bit faster, and I did all I could to stifle the blush I felt rising. I didn’t understand why he made me so nervous sometimes. I mean, moments ago he’d had me pressed up against the tree while we kissed. Perhaps it was the closeness of our families.

“Everyone in?” His mother asked, starting the car.

I looked down at my hands and began fidgeting slightly. The proximity of his body was becoming aware to me. I felt a heat in my lower body begin to spread. I shivered involuntarily, trying my best to make it as unnoticeable as I could. I just wanted to touch him…

I could feel his eyes on me. I heard my sister, Amy and her mother having a conversation, but was only aware of Chris’ hand which had taken rest upon my leg. I took in a sharp breath. The way he was able to make me feel just by being there was incredible.

I glanced up at him quickly, and he got my eye. He smiled as his hand slid up my thigh. I blushed and looked away. I fidgeted slightly. He was being quite overt, and I was desperately afraid of getting caught. But as his hand inched closer and closer to its destination, my mind became clouded with a different sort of desperation.

I took in a breath, calming myself slightly, whilst doing my best not to draw attention to us. As I felt his hand rest at the top of my pants, his mother began talking to me.

“So, Julie, how has school been for you?”

I took a minute to realize I was being addressed. I glared at him, in mock irritation, secretly wishing he would continue his ministrations. I had a strange feeling that she was doing this to keep me occupied from doing anything with Chris but it clearly was not working. He’d slowly undid the button and pulled the zipper down. I shifted to allow him better access.

“Oh… U-uh, it’s going g-great.” I bit my lip as his hand quickly slid in, his fingers finding the edge of my panties. I did all I could to keep myself from moaning as he gently pulled them aside, his fingers making contact with my skin. My hips instinctively grinded against his hand, doing everything to enhance the pleasure he was giving me.

I closed my eyes as he slipped one finger inside me, only to pull it back out as quickly. I bit my tongue, praying I made no sound.

“That’s good to hear, what subjects are you taking this semester?” She asked. I was having trouble concentrating on creating coherent statements, let alone trying to remember about school. I was focused more on the fingers that were manipulating my very aroused lower body.

It was obviously not that he’d never done this to me before, but something about the situation had heightened my senses, increasing the amount of pleasure I was feeling. Perhaps it was the fact that almost our entire families were so near to us as we committed this forbidden act.

I felt my orgasm nearing and silently as he could, Chris began pumping his fingers faster. My voice squeaked slightly, so I cleared my throat, remembering his mother was expecting an answer.

“I… U-uh… am taking math,” I took a quick breath and squeezed his thigh, which was where my hand had currently taken residence, to let him know I was so close. “And… English.” I felt pleasure coursing through my abdomen as he applied pressure to my swollen clit. “Spanish… And band. And the other regular courses…” I could hold it no longer and felt my walls tighten. Pleasure quickly shot throughout my entire body, and I did everything in my power not to make a sound. Unfortunately, I let out a bit of a cry, which had apparently been enough cause for his mother to question me.

“Are you ok back there?”

I groaned, my body drained of all energy. I slid lifelessly against Chris, ignoring her for the moment. Had I not been on a post-climatic high, and my mind functioning with some amount of normality, I would have pretended like I’d hurt myself or something of the sort. Thankfully, my cousin had not just had a mind blowing orgasm, and was able to think normally.

“She just bumped her foot against the seat.” He looked at me and grinned.

“Oh, ok.” Came the reply, and she focused on her driving.

I let out a small sigh and Chris slowly pulled his fingers from me. I saw them glistening with my juices and smiled, biting my lip slightly. In a most seductive manor, he licked each one clean, teasing me. I closed my eyes and tried to bring myself down from the numbing post-orgasmic state I was still in. My face was flushed a crimson color and I prayed it would fade before we reached our destination. I took a hand and softly wiped a few stray beads of sweat from my forehead. He’d really given me quite the workout.

As I rested my head against the back of the seat, his shoulder would have lead to too many awkward questions; I felt his hand take mine. He squeezed it gently, and held it for the rest of the ride. I would have liked for his arms to be around me but I was content with the small contact for now. That this had merely been the warm-up to the show that I knew was to come.

Most of all, I couldn’t believe we had gotten away with it…

About five minutes later, we arrived at our destination. It was a small Asian style restaurant that offered buffet lunch. I’d been there before and it was a favourite of the family. As we were quickly seated in the restaurant, I sat at the end of the table, Chris on my left. Thankfully, the table clothes at this restaurant were rather long, which for us meant a little playtime.

As the waitress neared our table, I decided a little payback for earlier was in store. My foot found Chris’s leg and began to lightly caress it. He had not been expecting my touch and jumped, banging his leg against the table.

I laughed as he cursed, rubbing the spot. He narrowed his eyes at me and I smiled back, giving him a knowing stare. His mother stared at us, but I quickly looked away, feeling a sense of suspicion rising in the atmosphere.

“May I take your order?” asked the small Asian woman. She beamed at us as we each ordered our drinks. When Chris’ turn came, I leaned back in my chair trying to look as casual as possible. I extended my leg, resting it upon his lap. As he began to speak, my foot quickly found its target. I pressed gently and watched as he squirmed in his seat, trying to remember what it was he had been ordering.

I gazed idly at the ceiling, as I felt his hand clasp my foot. My gaze shifted to him, lazily, and I began playing with a stray strand of hair. I continued manipulating him with my foot and soon felt the fruits of my labour. I heard him groan softly when the waitress announced, “Thank you, I will bring your drinks soon. Please feel free to browse the food.” She turned and made her way to the kitchen.

I yawned, stretching my arms and sat upright, moving my foot from his lap. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. I knew he had been close, and decided to tease him. It was only deserved, and we couldn’t have his mother seeing any signs of what we we’re doing. I’d let him decide how to deal with the, I was very sure, clear sign of arousal he would be sporting.

“Well, I’m hungry; I’m going to get food.” I announced. With a sly smile directed at my favourite male, coincidentally the only one seated at this nearly all female table, I made my way toward the buffet.

I glanced back and saw him get up, awkwardly tying his sweater around his waist, in a poor attempt to cover himself. I giggled to myself and walked around the food, awaiting his presence at my side. I shivered when I felt his hot breath against my ear.

“Bitch…” He whispered.

I whipped around and grinned at him.

“Revenge is the sweetest of all sins. Wouldn’t you say?”

He shook his head, taking my hand and led me to the back of the restaurant. My eyes quickly scanned the crowd, which was abundant with the rush of lunch, noting the location of our families. It turned out it didn’t really matter, as I was quickly pulled into the men’s washroom. The restroom facilities of this restaurant were styled as so there was only one male and female washroom. It was slightly inconvenient considering the volume of customers the restaurant received each day, but I had noted they were currently constructing more suitable facilities.

I heard him lock the door and then, rather roughly, I was pushed against it. His right hand began sliding up my t-shirt, quickly finding my bra. His other hand ran through my hair as his lips pressed against mine. I moaned, passion overcoming me. I’d never experienced such carnal lust before, but it was definitely something I decidedly enjoyed.

I leaned into the door, my hand grabbing his hips, pulling him closer. I moaned softly, deepening our kiss. I could feel his hardness pressing into my leg, and it was only furthering my arousal. Our legs were intertwined.

Chris pulled away from our kiss and stared into my eyes.

“You have to finish what you started; it’s only polite.” His voice was filled with desire. I smiled innocently at him as I quickly spun us around, so he was pinned against the door. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the door as I slid down to my knees. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. This was something I’d only dreamt about and gotten off to. I was finally going to do it. I prayed that I would be ok and he would like it, because that was all I wanted at the moment. To show him how much I cared through these physical actions.

My hands fumbled with the zipper on his pants. I finally managed to undo it and slowly pulled his jeans down. I could feel myself blushing as his arousal stood proud before me. This was the first close encounter with the genitalia of the opposite sex. I was quite in awe at the sight before me and quickly surrendered to the urge to touch it. My small hand wrapped around it and I heard him release a heavy sigh. I figured this was probably his first time with someone else doing something like this. Well, unless he’d been with someone else while still with me, which I doubted. I mean, he had told me I was the one he liked and I’d never heard him talk of any other girls.

I gently slid my hand up and down his length, biting the corner of my lip as I looked at his face. It held a mixture of pleasure and probably some pain, for the slow pace I was taking. I rested my other hand on his hip, beginning to move my hand a tad faster.

I ran my fingers across the head and its entirety, gauging his reactions for the various movements. Tentatively at first, I moved close, and opened my mouth. My lips surrounded the head and I slid my tongue around it. I heard him gasp in pleasure as he moaned my name.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, his fingers running through my hair. I took this as a good sign and opened my mouth further, taking all of him in it. He gently pushed on my head, guiding me to take him deeper. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to and might start choking. I found if I swallowed and relaxed my throat, I was fine. I gently moved my hand along the base, pumping whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

His hand gripped my hair tightly as I began to move faster, my mouth bobbing up and down his length. I let go of him and reached my hand down between my legs. Doing this to him was making me so very aroused. I slowly circled my sensitive region and moaned. I rubbed myself harder, knowing I already very close. I was sure he couldn’t take much more of this either.

I continued to rub myself as I felt him tense up, his hand pulling on my hair.

“Ah- Julie I’m-” He moaned and I felt a warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it, the taste not particularly to my liking. I pressed my fingers against my very aroused nub and felt pleasure shoot throughout me for the second time that morning.

I continued to stroke him, drawing out his orgasm as long as I could. I slowly withdrew him from my mouth, swirling my tongue around the end before letting him slip from my mouth.

I stood up slowly, my hands taking his. His eyes were still closed. I pressed my lips against his. He opened his eyes as I pulled away, staring at him for a moment, the question of how long we’d been in here poking around the back of my mind. He stared back at me before placing another soft kiss upon my lips. It was different from the frenzied and passionate kisses we’d shared before. This was one that really showed me he cared. He was tender and loving and I was overwhelmed again.

“Julie…” He whispered. I rested my head against his chest, as his arms encircling my waist. I wished we could stay like this forever, but knew too much time had passed already. Reluctantly I stated we’d better go.

Is this how it’ll always end? I wondered.

I pulled away from him and we both adjusted our appearances, assuring that there would be no suspicion.
A grin spread across his lips and he reached his hand toward my face. He slowly wiped something off of it and I looked down blushing. He laughed.

“You go first, and I’ll come after. If anyone asks, I was here and you were looking for food.”

I nodded. Then I mock glared at him.

”No more funny business?” I asked.

“No more funny business, I promise. You have to admit, it was fun.” I stuck my tongue out at him and took a breath as I stepped back into the restaurant. I felt some kind sense of accomplishment at having pulled off so much without our families finding out. Though I would never say anything aloud, I became aware my demeanor had changed when his sister grabbed my shoulder.

“Julie, you ok?” She asked, one hand holding a plate full of delicious delicacies.

I felt my heart rate increase slightly and tried to remain normal.

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently. She stared at me with one eye slightly closed, clearly deliberating how to word what she wished to say.

“Well, I don’t know exactly. But you look…” She seemed to drift into thought for a moment before asking, “Have you seen Chris? Mom is looking for him…” She pointed to her mother a little ways away from us.

I bit my lip slightly before responding, “I think he’s in the washroom…” She nodded, mumbling something, and told me she’d see me back at the table.

I became almost too distracted with worry that I felt my hunger drifting away. I put a few things on my plate and quickly made my way back to the table. I sat down and noticed he and his mother were still absent. I looked down at my plate and stared blankly at the food.

My mind was racing with ideas that we had finally been caught and I began to expect the worst. I clutched my fork tightly, pushing the food around but not taking a bite. My stomach was filled with nervous flitter, I feared anything I ate would not stay down.

I heard Amy and my sister chatting casually; completely unaware of the significance these two empty chairs at our table were to me.

After what was a painfully long few moments they finally returned to the table. I stared at my plate some more and glanced up quickly to look at him. His face did not hold the look of grim shame I’d expected. Perhaps I’d been overly paranoid about it all?

I let a quiet sigh of relief and felt the nervousness float away. I looked up and towards his mother, who I noticed was glaring at me, with subtlety. I look at her, an expression of, not so mock, confusion on my face. And it was as if with one blink her whole demeanor had changed to that of a kind, gentle mother again. This left me more confused and fed up. I was getting really sick of her.

I continued through lunch, not offering much in the way of conversation. I figured I would lie and say I wasn’t feeling well if anyone questioned my silence. I was just confused and slightly upset, or rather scared, at the whole situation that had just occurred. It did allow me to realize how careless we had been. I would learn from this and never allow something like this to occur again.

“Well, I have to go to the washroom. I’ll be back in a minute.” His mother announced. She looked for a moment towards Chris and then was off. My sister soon followed her to the washroom while Amy announced she was craving some ice cream.

I pressed my lips together, a nervous habit I’d always had. I thanked my lucky stars for this lone moment. I would be able to rid myself of the worry I’d been carrying since the beginning of this lunch.

“Finally...” He muttered.

I looked up towards him, a slight smile on my face. Even in this situation where we had been so close to getting caught, I was unable to withhold the feelings I felt for him.

“What a b-ii-tch…” His words were drawn and out drew a giggle from me. He grinned and said, “No seriously. I’m gone for, what? Five minutes… And she gets all suspicious.”

I rolled my eyes. Obviously things ran a lot deeper than that with his mother and our situation but he didn’t know that yet.

“Oh, I wonder why!” I said, sarcastically. “Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that we were both not locatable and there’s already a suspicion about us. I heard my sister talking to my mom about it. She said we were acting ‘really strange.’” I left out that little speech his mother had given me at New Years.

He looked at me with an unexplainable expression and I shrugged.

“Well, my mom just told me how she and your mom have been talking and they don’t like all the time we’ve been spending together…” He told me.

Yeah and how she thinks I’m interfering in your life… I added mentally

I scowled. “They didn’t have any problem with it when we were 7!” I mumbled. This was stupid and I wouldn’t give care to anything they said. As long as we didn’t offer any more reasons for suspicion, we could continue this.

“Like I’ve said before, they don’t have any concrete evidence. They can’t prove anything. But, I really don’t care, you know?” He smiled at me and reached over, taking my hand beneath the table. My eyes looked at the doorway to our dinning area, assuring myself no one was returning quite yet. “I only care about one thing…” His smile had transformed into a sly grin.

He didn’t respond, so I asked him, “And what would that be?”

Before he replied, his eye was caught by the appearance of his mother coming quickly to our table. He pulled his hand away and I felt myself grow very nervous. My hands were clenched into fists, resting on my lap. I tried not to look too tense. He looked calm as ever, the smile of earlier still very prevalent on his face.

“You…” He whispered before she arrived at the table. I felt myself relax and smile as I heard that. I did all I could to hide the feelings that his statement had brought me. I wanted to just grab him and never let go. I wanted to show him how much he meant to me.

“Chris, what’s that grin for?” His mother asked, coating her obvious suspicion with an attempt at humor.

He shrugged, letting his glance to me for a moment. Apparently it was a long enough moment that his mother noticed.

“Oh, that is it! I have had it with you two!” She exclaimed, seeming very frustrated. I could tell she was itching to infuse some of her true suspicions as she had when we’d been alone, but she refrained. “Julie, your mother and I have been discussing this and we’re worried that you are not getting enough… Female contact. You’re always hanging around with Chris… And, well, he’s a boy… You’re a teenager… You should be hanging with your girlfriends and playing around with makeup, not playing video games with the boys.”

I looked at her, my mouth agape in confusion. What the hell had this woman just said to me? How dare she even suggest any of those things to me! I didn’t even know how to respond to her. Regardless of anything, it was her incredibly conservative views that since I am a girl and I should be ‘playing with makeup’ that really got to me. Fuck, I knew this lady was messed up, but she must really hate me. I felt anger rising, but decided it would be best to play the naivety card again if I ever wanted to talk to Chris again without a suspicion being aroused. I took a breath to calm my anger.

“I know…”I said calmly. “It’s just that I don’t have many friends at school and Chris and I have always been close since we were little…And we don’t get to see each other very often.” I pouted my lips a little, trying to look as innocent and hurt as possible. I could tell she trying hard to control her anger and my little innocence ploy was only serving to annoy her.

“Yes I realize that, honey. I just think it would be better for you if you spent some time with your sister and Amy. In fact…” I felt my jaw clench, readying myself for the stupidest activity suggestion of the century. “I think you and the two girls should go out for a movie night tonight and have a sleepover!” I did my best to suppress a groan of disappointment and faked the best smile I could.

“That sounds wonderful!” I said, in somewhat of a sugar-coated voice.

I could see from my peripheral vision the grin that was clearly printed on Chris’ face. This only furthered my anger. I was so tired of people judging the way I acted. As if I didn’t get enough of that at school. Visiting with my cousins… And seeing Chris, was supposed to be my relief from the pressures of life. Granted, the seeing Chris part shouldn’t have been a relief, but the reality was that it was. And now my Aunt, whom I’d never taken a great liking to before, was interfering with the only thing I truly found good about my life.

What a bitch, I thought.

Chris’ grin soon disappeared and he spoke up.

“Mom, I’m going to a movie tonight with Scott, remember? I don’t want the girls hanging around…” He looked truly frustrated. The theatre in our area was fairly small, with only three viewing rooms. I mentally commended him, this was perfect!

“Oh Chris, does it really matter?” She tried very hard to show a lack of concern at his remark, but it had clearly affected her. I mean, when you already suspected your son and niece of having inappropriate relations, it wasn’t that hard to piece together the opportunity that stood for us at the theatre. “Well… In that case, I’ll go with the girls.” I didn’t have to look to see the smile of victory on her face.

I rolled my eyes. I was fifteen years old. I did not need my aunt to come with me to the movies. This truly was going to be a great night.


I remained silent for the remainder of the meal, contemplating the evening. It was going to be one long, boring, Chris-lacking night. And since my days with him were numbered-I mean he was leaving on Sunday morning-I wanted to savour every moment. Then this bullshit was introduced to me, so it was only natural I’d be a bit angry.

But, I had to remind myself, this didn’t really matter because Chris had said that I was the only thing he cared about. Me… Me. This was still so new to me. This was something I’d never experienced before. Chris cared about me. He wanted me. He loved me.

I just had to get through this night. I could and I would try to enjoy it. I did like my sister and Amy. I just liked Chris more… Well, not more, just in a different way. Be it a way I wasn’t supposed to, but that wasn’t a concern I could pay much attention to after all that had happened between us. And except for my aunt coming to the movie with us… It might be an ok night after all.

We finished up the meal and headed back to the car. Chris whispered to me to turn my phone on silent and I wondered why. I did so anyway and hopped in the car, waiting for him to sit beside me again. But his mother spoke first.

”Chris, why don’t you come sit up front? You can use the radio.”

I heard him mumble an answer and he climbed into the passenger seat. My hands were clutched into angry fists as I stretched my legs on the length of the two back seats, muttering expletives about his mother in my mind. I had been so looking forward to repeating the earlier car ride, but there was no chance of that now. His stupid, stupid mother had made that quite clear. I knew that it was such an immature thing to be upset about, but it only added to my frustration against his mother. She just wouldn’t give up.

My gaze was upon the beige coloured roof of the van when I felt a vibration in my pocket. My cell phone was ringing. I fished it out and flipped it open. No one seemed to notice as the music was playing sort of loudly.

I’d received a text message (god, my bill would be high that month) from Chris. It read:

I had a feeling she’d do something like this
but tonight, at the movie…
we’re going round the same time
keep your phone on and ill txt you
and we can meet up during it. ok?

I replied quickly, telling him that I would do so and that I had something I needed to talk to him about later. I just had to tell him about what his mother had said to me. Judging on her request that he sit away from me and the fact he’d had a feeling she would do something like that certainly worried me. Unease clutched my heart with an icy grip and I remained silent for the ride. The thoughts swirled around in my mind and the confidence Chris had instilled in me seemed to fade away. I was so frightened by his mother’s initiatives I didn’t know what to do. The more I thought about it the more doubt overtook the feelings love I’d felt.

Maybe this was wrong… There seemed to be so many forces, even more than at New Year’s, fighting to end this that perhaps we weren’t supposed to be together after all. I know he’d said that we needed to keep trying, but times like these made it seem so worthless. No matter how much we struggled, it just seemed things would never be truly ok for us.

We returned to my home and I quickly hurried to my room, avoiding eye contact with Chris. I closed my door tightly and locked it. I did not want to be disturbed. I grabbed my bed comforter and wrapped it around myself. One of my favourite aspects of my room was the window seat that viewed the street below. I’d often sit and read, write, or think. It offered a peaceful haven for me.

I sat upon it and leant against the wall. My forehead gently pressed against the cool window pane and I fell into thought. There were so many conflicting feelings within me.

I knew I loved him. That was not in question.

I was terribly afraid of the consequences his mother could bring upon us if she concretely found out. It was clear she had her suspicions and while they appeared to be focused mostly on me but I was afraid they could shift to him. Maybe then she was right in saying that I was interfering in his life. There was no way I could allow him to suffer because of something like this. It wasn’t fair and he didn’t deserve it.

Yet, I couldn’t stand the thought of not being with him. It hurt me unspeakable amounts to even consider it.

I thought again of the rest of the world. I was fifteen years old. Girls my age had begun dating boys at school. They went on dates to the movies, to restaurants, to anywhere. I had to hide my relationship. In public I had to pretend I had no feelings for this boy whom I loved. This relationship could never be made known to anyone who knew me. I lived in constant fear of discovery. I lived in fear that one day someone would find out and we would be torn apart forever, surely leading Chris to hold animosity towards me for ruining his life and reputation.

It didn’t seem fair and I wished that our situation was different. Again, I wished we were… normal.

I heard a knock at my door and jumped in surprise. “Um, just a second.” I said, moving to unlock the door. As I sat back down on my window seat my Aunt entered, looking quite angry. I bit my lips and looked back out the window.

“Julie.” She said sternly. “I thought you’d have stopped this after we talked.”

“Stopped what?” I asked stupidly, knowing it would only infuriate her and kicking myself for it afterwards.

“Honestly, do you really think I’m that stupid?” She asked me, irritated. I paused for a moment but then responded.

“Well to be honest, we didn’t really talk. You just yelled at me for hanging out with my cousin like I’ve done for the past fifteen years.” I snapped at her. I didn’t dare look back at her for I knew how infuriated she would be.

“How dare you speak to me like that! And there’s no use pretending when your feelings are so obvious. I was a teenager once too, Julie, so don’t think that I don’t remember.”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I shouted, turning to glare at her.

“You will keep your voice down! There’s no need to bring this matter to the attention of anyone else. I won’t have you influencing Chris to doing things that he shouldn’t be doing because of your twisted ideas. He does not feel, in any way, as you do about him. He’s not like you.” She said crossly, grabbing my shoulder to make me face her. “I’ll make sure things aren’t easy for you if you don’t stop this nonsense right now.”

“Don’t touch me!” I said angrily, trying to pull away. Her grip was tight and she just ignored my request.

“I know something happened today and I will be talking to your mother. This is going to end right now.”

There were many things I wanted to say but I just quivered with anger. She let go of my shoulder and I looked her in the eye and whispered, “I hate you.” She scowled at me and turned, storming out of the room. I walked over and slammed my door shut, locking it afterwards.

When I sat back down I could feel the emotions rising but pushed them away. I wouldn’t cry this time; I was just too tired of it all. I wouldn’t succumb to these emotions.

I felt my cell phone ringing in my pocket. I checked the message and it was from Chris. He was asking me what was wrong. If he’d upset me and what the commotion was in my room. I shut my phone and ignored it… I let myself drift into a world where everyone was happy because Chris didn’t care… One where I was normal.


I felt a nudge on my shoulder and heard someone whisper my name. My eyes opened slowly and I felt incredibly drowsy. I turned my head to see who had disturbed my sleep and my eyes widened.

“Chris! What are you doing in here?!” I demanded, in a hiss. “I locked the door…” He grinned at me.

“What kind of a thief would I be if I couldn’t pick a lock or two?” He held up a paper clip and shrugged as if it was as easy as peeling a banana. Sitting up slowly, a guilt rushed over me. I remembered the thoughts I’d had before falling asleep and his text message I had ignored. I also remembered the encounter I’d had with his mother and my stomach turned.

“Where is everyone?” I whispered, quite wary.

He smiled at me and said, “Out.”

Ok, now that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. His mother had made a clear effort to separate the two of us and insure that her suspicion of me was obvious. Hell, after all she’d told me I figured Chris would be on the first bus home. And yet, here we were… Alone… In my bedroom? I was utterly confused at her lack of continuity in her feelings. Thankfully, Chris noticed my confusion and explained.

“They went shopping… I was gone before they left, and was supposed to walk to my friend’s early before the movie. I guess they didn’t want me here alone with you. I just waited until they were gone and came back. Of course your room was also locked, I might add.” Then he winked at me. “Luckily, my mom doesn’t know I can pick locks.” His hands grabbed my blanketed legs and lifted them, slipping to sit underneath. I felt a tad uneasy with guilt at my thoughts of earlier. I glanced out the window at the street below and watched as a whirlwind of shriveled leaves blow in the road. How dare his mother even suggest his feelings were not the same or that I was influencing him?

“Julie… What’s wrong? You never answered me before. I know something is up; you’re acting all weird.” I tensed up. Damn, I was so obvious. “What happened?”

I bit my lip. Should I? No… He didn’t need to know this. It would only further burden him. I mean, this relationship just was not right. Morally… Well I guess my morals had left the window the first moment his lips touched mine.

“Um… It’s really nothing. It’s got to do with… school stuff.” I offered weakly in a pathetic attempt to assure him.

“Bullshit, you’re a bad liar, Julie. Tell me! I can tell this has to do with us.” I flinched. There was that word… Us. There shouldn’t be an ‘us.’ No. No. No. There shouldn’t be anything at all. He sighed and asked, “What did she say to you?”

I flicked my head towards him in surprise.

“Who?” I asked stupidly, knowing full well who he meant. How could he have known? How could he possibly have known that her words had been tormenting me since their utterance?

“Don’t be dumb. My mother… What did she say to you?!” His voice held a great deal of animosity that I could tell was not aimed at me.

I was so reluctant to tell him but I just could not hold it in any longer, especially after what she’d said today.

“She’s going to tell my mom. I talked back to her… I shouldn’t have. She started this at New Years. She knows, I can tell.” I took a breath and the feelings seemed to flow, “It’s because I’m too obvious, because I can’t help the way I feel about you. But when we have to pretend like this is all nothing and she threatens me… I just don’t know what to do anymore. She keeps telling me to stop interfering with you and I feel like she’s right because if anyone finds out about us you’re going to suffer because of it.”

He held me close to him and whispered, “That’s not true. Right now, I don’t care what anyone else thinks Julie… I love you with all of my heart, isn’t that enough? You should have told me that she talked to you. Don’t listen to her threats, she’s doesn’t know what’s best for me now and she never has. You come first to me and don’t let her or anyone else tell you otherwise. Ever…”

I was unsure of how even to respond to something like this so I remained silent. He knew I loved him. I knew he loved me. A few minutes passed as he just held me, the light tapping of the rain that had just begun to fall on my window.

“No matter how much we have to struggle, we’re going to do it,” He said more quietly, “Promise me that. Promise me you won’t give up.”

We looked at each other and I said, “I will never, ever give up. No matter what, Chris.” He kissed me on the cheek and said thank you. I went silent again and just let my feelings settle. I had to stop letting these little things get to me.

Of course, being so close to him was bringing different emotions in me to the surface. But I began to feel warmth spreading throughout my lower body that was becoming hard to ignore. Being so close to him was affecting me.

“You know… Everyone’s out.” I said, with gained courage and a wide grin. “We finally have some alone time. No parents… No siblings. My room… My… bed.”

He smiled a devilish glint in his eyes. His hands slid underneath my knees and behind my back as he picked me up. I let out a yelp of surprise as he carried me to my bed. He pulled the blanket from me and sat on the bed first. I took the initiative and parted my legs, straddling his waist. He laid against the bed and I played with the buttons on his shirt.

“Well, I like this change of mood.” He commented.

I didn’t reply but grinded my hips against him. He moaned and I felt his growing erection begin to press into my thigh. I smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues waged war with one another as my hips continually ground into him. I was so aroused my entire demeanor had changed. I was no longer the shy, unsure girl, but a sexually charged teenager with one intent only.

Orgasm.

It is truly amazing how a sexual encounter with someone you love can change you. I was a true closet nymphomaniac and Chris had let me out of the closet. I was hungry for him… I needed him. His continual understanding and love for me was unending.

“Hold on…” He said, sitting up on one elbow. He pulled his shirt from his body and threw it to the floor. I giggled as his hands slid underneath my shirt tickling me gently. His fingers grabbed the edges of it and lifted it over my head, throwing it to the growing pile of clothing. I felt bare and I think he noticed my insecurity. His hand slid around my neck and pulled me close to him where he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.” I smiled a shy smile but said nothing.

We continued kissing passionately as my hands slid down his body. My left took his hand and placed it upon my center. He took the queue and began gently circling the most sensitive spot of my body. Each caress was heaven and I let him know it. My body shuddered in delight as his other hand found my nipples. He gently rolled one and then the other between his fingers, pinching them and pulling them. The sensations were incredible. I moaned softly and leant down to kiss him again.

With reluctance, I took his hands and gently placed them on the bed. I still wanted more, and if he’d kept going I wouldn’t have been able to last. I placed soft kisses all the way down his chest, my fingers slowly hooking on the waistband of his shorts. With deliberately slow movements I pulled his shorts down and felt my shyness return when his cock sprang free from his boxers. I blushed slightly, but brought my hand to it, squeezing and pumping it slowly. His hands dug into the bed sheets and I began to move quicker.

I looked on in an amount of curiosity and interest as small droplets of a white substance dripped from the tip. This was still so new to me. Well now, we couldn’t have him making a mess on bed. I gazed up innocently at him as my lips encircled the head. I opened my mouth to take as much of him as I could. My tongue danced upon the head, teasing him. He groaned and moved his hips towards my mouth. I began to quicken the pace and his hands moved to my head. Soon we got into a rhythm and our actions met. I felt him began to quicken and I knew he was close. His hands gripped my hair with a force I found arousing.

I pumped the base with my hands and his hips pushed up into my mouth, his hands pushing me down, forcing me to take all of his length within my mouth. I felt a warm liquid hit the back of my throat and I tried to swallow as much as I could. I pumped his member until he was fully spent. I looked up, a spot of cum dripping from my mouth. I truly looked cute and I knew it.

I slid up to lay beside him and he kissed me with more passion than ever before. I knew that orgasm had been one of his, if not the, best. I rested my head on his bare chest and felt it rise and fall with his breath. After he calmed down he returned his attention to me and shifted so he was atop of me.

One of his hands slid down my body and rested atop my panties. I helped to undo my pants and he pulled them off my legs, throwing them to the floor. I wiggled closer, feeling nervous. Our semi-naked bodies were pressed together and we had never gone this far before. I was excited.

His lips found my neck and he began to kiss and caress it. I felt little nips on my skin but became distracted by the hand that slipped beneath my panties and began playing in my brunette curls. I could feel his teeth pulling at my skin. His tongue ran over each bite, caressing my skin.

“Oh, that feels so nice.” I whimpered, clutching him. “But… you’re going to leave a mark.” He bit at my neck harder and began to focus more on teasing me below. My frustration at the incompletion of his ministrations from earlier returned and coupled with the sexual tension in the air it became almost too much to bear. I lifted my hips toward him and his hand gently touched my clit. I shuddered in pleasure, my body melting at his touch. His fingers moved in soft circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. He slowly slipped one finger inside of me and my hands clenched into fists. My hips moved toward his hand out of desperation, wanting to increase the pleasure he was giving me. He smiled and slipped another finger inside of me, slowly pumping them in and out as he continued to rub my sensitive area.

It became too much and I kissed him with fervor. My mouth moved to his ear and I whispered to him.

“I need you… Please, will you?” The desperation in my voice surprised even me.

He looked at me with a somewhat startled expression, knowing exactly what I meant.

I wanted this so much, I didn’t care anymore. I loved him and I knew he loved me. It was time to take this to the next level. I knew I wouldn’t regret this and it would only bring us closer. My body was aching to feel complete as only he could make me feel.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his eyes showing concern.

“Always the gentleman, aren’t you?” I joked. I pressed my lips against his and said, “Yes, this is what I need.” His fingers lightly slid up and down my arm as he looked into my eyes.

“Well… Do you have a…?” He asked. I slid over to the edge of my bed and reached into my night table drawer. My hand quickly came in contact with the plastic package I was looking for. I held it out to him and watched as he ripped the package on the rubber.

“In your night table?” He wondered sarcastically.

“We got them in school, stupid.” I replied. “I had to hide them from my mom… If she found out I had one…I mean, I never really planned on having to use it.” A blush spread to my cheeks. He grinned and said, “Better safe than sorry.”

Chris helped me shed my last piece of clothing, my panties, and threw them to the floor. His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself above me. I spread my legs apart and felt a pressure at my opening. With one swift movement was completely inside me.

My eyes filled with tears and I bit my lip, trying to ignore the pain. I groaned slightly, unused to the feeling. He noticed the look on my face and became immediately concerned.

“Julie?” He whispered, apprehensive.

I took a breath and told him, “It’s ok… It’s ok, I’m fine.” I let out a sigh and knew it would fade as I got used to it. I remained tense after the initial pain subsided. I was not used to the invasion.

He thrust into me again and I felt a strange feeling spreading throughout me. It was slightly painful but the pleasure began to overtake it. My nails dug into his shoulders as he began a steady pace above me. He kissed me and I gasped at the pleasure that suddenly engulfed my body. I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts. His hand snaked down my body and began pleasuring me.

I reached upwards and grabbed his neck, pulling his face closer to me. I kissed him deeply and pushed him down on the bed, rolling on top of him. I smiled wildly and began a quicker pace, my need for fulfillment deep.

He moaned and I put a finger to his lips. I was so used to a need for secrecy and silence to avoid being found out. He opened his mouth and began sucking gently on my finger. This only fueled my desire more. His other hand reached up and cupped my breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and I gasped with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips and he helped my movements. I moved to kiss him and when we parted he whispered through breaths, “There’s no need to be so quiet…”

I let my inhibitions go and threw my head back in ecstasy. I felt warmth spreading throughout my lower body and knew that I was so close. I balanced myself with a hand on his chest and ran the other through my hair. I felt him stiffen slightly and knew he was on the brink. I quickened my pace as I felt his hands grip my hips, pushing deeper into me. I almost couldn’t bear the sensations any longer when he pulled me close to him. I knew he had found release.

I moved quicker and as he gently stroked my clit I went over the edge. I collapsed atop of him, my body shaking with excitement. He kissed me intensely, slipping out of me. I fell beside him on the bed; my arm remained on his chest. He held me close, stroking my hair and whispering words of love. My mind was still reeling from the intense amounts of pleasure I had just experienced.

Our breaths mingled as we kissed. This kiss was more tender and affectionate than any other we had shared before. My heart was filled with love for him, I thought it would burst. This was everything I had imagined and more. I wanted nothing more than to be with him for the rest of time. I wished we could lie like this forever.

My heart was beating wildly as I laid my head on his chest, relishing the feelings of wild abandonment and utter bliss I felt whilst being with him. It was nearly beyond my comprehension. I loved him so much I didn’t even know.

I sighed happily, physically and mentally satisfied. This was what I needed. It had to be this way.
I felt his gaze upon me and smiled. He reached down, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. I blushed lightly.

He chuckled, and I blushed harder.

“What are you blushing for?” He asked, staring me in the eye.

I closed my eyes and giggled. I snuggled closer towards him, and lifted my head towards his, gently kissing him.

“I don’t know…” I whispered a slight smile still upon my lips. I slid back to his side and took his hand in mine. I held it closely, wishing this would never end. I could no longer imagine a time where we were not together. I would follow him to the end… I needed him and I now knew he needed me. All I wanted was to feel his body tight against mine.

I don’t know how long we stayed there, enjoying the post-climatic bliss. I could feel myself drifting away, exhaustion taking me over. I laid in that semi-conscious state for a while but felt him slip out from underneath my arm. I let out a quiet groan of disapproval but he just smiled at me and dressed. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open and I may have been dreaming but I remembered him coming close and whispering, “I love you so much. Don’t listen to anything my mother or anyone else has to say.” His hand lingered on my cheek as he kissed me lightly on the lips. After that I drifted into sleep.

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Sorry this took a while... School and things.
Also, sometimes I have a little trouble with this story as it is (as you can see on my profile) based off of true events. And as of late, these events have become slightly hard to deal with and revisiting this story sparks cherished memories of times long past.

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Until next time!