Kerry: First Kiss!
I think my Mom and Mary were surprised that all Suze and I had done was go for a walk, but I think they understood. The two disappeared with Betty into the kitchen for a few minutes, and when they returned my Mom announced that she was going to a movie with her friends and would not be back until after six. Again she said it twice, “I won’t be back until after six.” Then she looked for a nod, and I have her “you won’t be back till after six, I think we got it.” It was like a vaudeville routine if vaudeville routines were what I thought they were.
“Just so you do. After six.” and she gave out a little laugh before turning to the others and saying, “Okay girls, let’s go.” and they were gone.
Now, as it had been several hours ago, Suze and I were alone in my house and we were again nervous. I knew I was and I am pretty sure Suze was as well. I stepped up to her and placed my arms around her and she leaned towards me and I tilted my head slightly to the right and she closed her eyes and I kissed her and in a fraction of a second, she kissed me too and then I opened her lips with my tongue and I heard her moan and then she heard me moan. I pulled back.
“I’m ready and I really, really want you.”
Suze: Making Love
We kissed by the lake a few hours before and again when we stopped now-and-then during our walk but those were mere pecks compared to the tsunami unleashed on us. They say, or so I’ve heard in some of the stories I’ve read, and re-read, that there can be magic in a first kiss. And our “first kiss,” down by the lake, had a hint of magic. This was different, as if Hermione cast a spell that forever bound two people to one another; hell, even a shot from Ron would have secured that result for us.
I was in an altered state, truly altered from what I had been less than twelve hours before, and still do not know how I ended up lying naked in Kerry’s sole twin bed with my eyes feasting on her nakedness lying beside me, facing each other. She reached for my small right boob—these happenings are burnt into my brain and my soul and these will always be remembered by me—and then she moved her mouth to it and my eyes closed as she sucked on it. On me.
Kerry: Making Love
It was so perfect that I was drawn to its nipple. I sucked on it and ran my tongue around it before lightly (I hoped) biting it and the sound that it generated was a mixture of small pain and large pleasure as I felt both of her hands securing my head to her chest. “Oh god Ker, oh my god” and I knew I could do this one thing, this one simple thing, forever and it would not be long enough. Until those hands pushed me back and she forced me to replace her right boob with her left, equally perfect one.
Then her hands released me but her nipple did not as I continued savoring it, feeling her hands—she had pushed her right arm below my side—ranging all over my back until suddenly she pulled her boob away and flipped me onto my back and she, my love, was above me, her hands on either side of me and her head above mine, her tortoise-shell eyes as clear and sharp and needy as any eyes can ever have been. And suddenly that was gone too as her tongue was exploring my mouth. She then slid to the right of me, not so easily done given the narrowness of the bed—for a moment I thought she’d go over the edge—and ran her right arm across my own boobs and down my stomach and she paused until hearing me say—beg—then continued until her fingers brushed through my hair and her middle one found and plowed through my folds until it reached my hole, my whole, and after another pause and another begging and entered me and I was lost to her forever.
Suze: Sleep, Interrupted
Kerry’s Mom was as discrete as possible. We forgot to set the alarm. Oddly, I felt no embarrassment and I grabbed Kerry’s arm as she tried to pull it away from me to grab a sheet for coverage.
“We overslept,” was all I could say, and Kerry nodded. “Yes,” her Mom noted, “I can see. It’s 6:20 guys,” and with that, she was gone.
Kerry and I burst out laughing and she blamed me for not setting the alarm to which I pointed out, “It is your house you know.”
This was the happiest moment of my life and I did not want to leave so I pulled her left arm around me and we lay like that for ten minutes before she said, “Get up. I have to pee.” So did I, so I ran to the bathroom first, did what I had to do, and searched from my clothing in her room as she did the same.
Her hair was a mess when she came back, as I am sure mine was, and she gave me a peck on the lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
We were starving and ate warmed chicken and drank cold milk before I said goodbye to Eileen—another hug and kiss—and Kerry took me home. By which I mean my Aunt’s house since I suddenly had two homes. And, of course, shared kisses and “I love you”s before I left the car.