As I said in the previous sex story, my girlfriend Alex and I have started getting quite serious. I look back on the few weeks we have been together, and wonder about the potency in which we have absolutely fallen for each other. The main problems for me are my bitchy mother and busy schedule. But every private moment with Alex is heaven for me. But I have to work hard for these moments- using the good ol’ sneaky way, for the most part. But finally last night I was allowed to sleep over Alex’s house, although of course her best friend Andrew (the gay guy), and this time her ex-girlfriend Caitlin would be there.
But forget about them. After a night in front of the Play station 2, Alex and I stood in a corner of her room. She whispered,
“Now what are we gonna do? We can’t do anything in the bathtub.”
I giggled and turned to the two of her friends on the PS/2.
“OK, we’re gonna plug in the system downstairs. We get the room. See ya!”
I had the decency to go help them. Until Alex’s brother got involved. He asked disdainfully,
“Why don’t you just go in Alex’s room.”
Andrew grinned at me and said, “They kicked us out. They’re going to be doing stuf upstairs.”
I couldn’t believe he said that. But I ignored the sinking in my gut and ran up to Alex.
*******
She had turned on the song she had declared “ours”- “I Wanna Know What Love Is” by the Foreigners. The blacklight was on, bathing everything light colored in a purple glow. Alex’s newly dyed “Yulia Volkova” (of t.A.T.u.) dark hair contrasted with her glowing face with her ever-glowing smile. She lay on her bed, and I bent over her and kissed her, releasing every fiber of love I could transmit through one kiss. I helped her pull off her shirt and bra, and tore my own off when she reached for mine. I began to rub circles around her hardening nipples, licking them occasionally, then licking downward- down her stomach, to her waistline. She undid her button and slid off both shorts and thong. I stroked her slightly fuzzy crotch gently, then checked how wet she was. I shoved blankets under her to prop her up, then licked her slowly, moving her juices up to her clit. After a few upward tongue swipes, Alex stopped me and told me I had found a new spot. She directed my tongue to the spot I had found on her clit, and I swiftly lapped her, all the time watching her look of bliss illuminated by the blacklight. When she came (quietly), I noticed how tired my eyes were, rather than my tongue, from watching her. I was soaking wet, too.
The only issue was that I had never asked for reciprocation before- self-conscious and inexperienced. But she offered to go down on me, and I gave in- before I lost my nerve. Alex’s tongue on my clit brought me to another state of existence where only angels live. Enraptured, I came with a great sigh, and she finished me with her tongue in my pussy. Her concern was simply, “Did that feel good?” Obviously an affirmative. I walked naked in her presence for the first time. We checked the clock and figured out we had been making love for an hour- with the “I Wanna Know What Love Is” song repeating continuously in the background.
Andrew came up later to sleep in her room with us; to prevent awkwardness, Caitlin slept downstairs. I slept between Alex and Andrew, waking up an hour later with a bad leg cramp. No problem. I watched Alex sleep for the first time, seeing her looking so beautiful and feminine in the still-glowing blacklight. I wanted a camera so badly to capture her serenity. I found out it was true that you love someone irretrievably more when you sleep beside them. In the morning when I went home, I scrawled out a poem and emailed it to my girl:
Blacklight- so appropriate.
So glowing, so radiant
Like you.
And when you glow in its soft bath
It’s a photograph burned into my eyes,
An engraving on my heart.
Chisel it right on.
Your soft form an open curtain
Barely shielding your divine essence.
Emboss the serenity of your face
Open and drawing in angels’ breath
Or relaxed
Peaceful
Contented
Beautiful in the bliss I bestow upon you.
And glimpsing the barometer of your expression,
I know that I’ve landed on my knees
On the soft bounciness of another world.
And on this world,
All is well.
So no doubt that I want to stay.
And someday, I hope that I can.
Forever see your beauty- calm as a dove.
It’s the ideal since I’ve fallen in love.
*******
Fast forward a few weeks. It was June, and I was staying over her house for the last time in a while. Andrew was off to camp. Alex was off to Virginia to spend two weeks with her dad. We were at the mall, when Alex privately talked to Andrew about an issue that had been bothering her. I had an idea of the issue, but said nothing. I walked around the side of the mall, and stared at my school, not too far from where I was standing. In the midst of potential issues, I suddenly longed for that teacher I had loved, Samantha. I got on my cell and called my best friend.
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