After a long morning at church, (singing a duet with a guy who's a giant teddy bear, wandering while the sermon droned on and on about her husband "Chuck", and getting lost in the hymns) everyone was standing around, as normal. The boys were talking about deer. Half way through their conversation, the teddy bear left and I was recruited by the blonde to help with the garbage.
"What are you doing," I asked, trying to seem uninterested.
"You'll see. You're comin' with me."
So, I followed him down the stairs as we joked about beating each other up. He held open the door to the boiler room for me. We got the garbage, took it to the curb and headed back to shut off the lights. When I got the outside door pulled shut, he was already across the room; he flipped off the lights and exclaimed, "Time to get raped in the dark!"
I giggled and made my way toward him, saying "Riiiiiiiiight" and he flipped the lights back on. I didn't realize how close to him I was until the lights were back. I was close enough to touch him. Do I dare? He started to open the door for me but I caught it with my foot and pushed it shut.
"Can you do me a quick favor?"
"Sure," he said quickly.
"Step down a step so we are the same height please. And face me."
"Ooooookay." He's curious but not enough.
"Stand still."
With that, my left hand went on his shoulder and my right went behind me to hit the light. Then, gently, my right hand found him in the dark. His shoulder, his neck, his face... We stood for a moment as I rubbed his cheek. I took a chance and a breathe and leaned in to him. Suddenly, two lips met two more in the darkness; warm, friendly, soft... unfamiliar. One slow kiss after another. His breathing was light as he wasn't willing to part. My hand wandered from his cheek to the back of his head. I pulled him closer. Sensual and slow. After a minute, my right hand went to the lights. I gave one last quick kiss and leaned against the wall next to us. His eyes were shut and his heart was pounding. I stood, staring at him, wondering what was going through his head.
Eyes. Wildly staring back at me. I don't know what he was thinking but I felt alive. His hand went past me and landed on the door knob. I nodded. He could go if he wants and this could disappear into the abyss of memories we'd like to forget.
"Hold up a sec," came his deep voice and before I knew it we were submerged in darkness again.
His hand came from behind me, ran up my back and found my face. Both of his hands were on my face as he pulled me in for a hot, steamy kiss. It was...different. He was introducing me to a whole new part of him. Kiss after kiss after kiss. Struggle to breathe. But it was worth it. He ran his hands up my sides. My arms went around his neck. I couldn't think; my body was in control. I all hot and bothered at this point. Then he steps up; he's too tall now. He can feel it, too. I took a risk and jumped. He caught me with his hands on my thighs. Then he spun me around and pushed me against the door. Things were starting to get rough but I didn't care. Back to the door, him pressed against me kissing me hard.
He turned again and set me on the railing next to us. He ran his hands up my thighs and caught the bottom of my shirt as he pushed up my sides. My hands went up to meet his and gently push them down.
"Not now!" I say.
He's disappointed but he snaps out of it. The drive, the urge, the want. It pushes him to beat the odds and try again. Once again, my hands stop his but I took longer to stop it this time. Eh, gotta have some fun with him. Then his hands hold my waist and pull me close. The kisses get harder, more rough. Oh well. Why stop it. Then, one arms wraps around my waist and the other flies off. He entangles his hand in my hair and yanks me to the right. He runs his lips over my jaw line. He drops to the lowest point of my V-neck and kisses it.
I take a deep breath and muster the strength to pull the door open a tiny bit and say, between gasps of air, "You can... leave... if you... want." He is silhouetted by the rectangle of light shining through the crack of the door. He untangles his hand from my hair and slams the door shut. I gasp and he laughs when I exclaim "You naughty boy". He returns to his work. He kisses his way up the collar of my shirt, making his way, kissing and biting, up my neck and across my jaw. He gets gentler as he goes. He kisses my eyelids and my nose. Finally, he reaches my mouth. So gentle and tender. How quickly he gets gentle. His kisses are sweet. He pulls back to take a breath and hug me; I can feel his hot, sweet breath on my cheek, on my neck. I breathe deep and pull him into me. He squeezes me tight and holds me close. He whispers into my ear, "Wow. You... wow. You need to help me more often." I giggle and press my lips against his neck. He takes quick breaths and tells me he needs me.
"Need me or want me?"
"Yes" he responds.
He's tired. But to finish him off, I pulled him close and kiss him hard one last time. Then I kiss him lightly, gently. I pull away but he tries to pull me closer.
"We have to go. We took way too long to take out the garbage." I really don't want to go, though.
"We forgot the recycling, remember? We had to go back in and get it and take it out. Then the light bulb blew and we had to change it. Don't forget."
"I won't. Don't YOU forget either. It's been a busy morning." I tell the truth. Very busy.
He turns the lights on and pulls me close. He kisses me very, very gentle. He thinks he's leaving me wanting more but, as I tug at his lip, I know that he wants more. I open the door and walk out.
"You might want to stay in here a minute longer," I say to him. "You seem a little... excited."
He blushes and says, "Yeeeeah... I missed seeing you."
"Yeeeah... I noticed. I missed you, too. Stay in here a minute and then come out. I'll be upstairs."
"Okay. I'll see you in a minute... or five."
"Kay. By the way, that was a hellofa first kiss." With that, I turn and ascend the stairs.
When I reach the top, I get hit with Mom's signature question bomb.
"Where were you? Why didn't you answer your phone? What were you doing? Were you being helpful? Were you good? Where were you anyways?"
"I was taking out the trash."