Hey! This is my first time here. Found this sub looking for a place to share something I wrote recently. The piece isn’t complete in the sense that it doesn’t have a proper ending, but here goes nothing. Feedback appreciated :)
Our friends retreat away after an afternoon rendezvous into the warm, cozy insides of their own respective homes that lie scattered across town as if somebody with barely mediocre motor skills decided to print a map upon their dartboard. I stand across him, ready to call an Uber, but somehow repelled by the concept of tearing myself away from his intellectual company. I wonder if he confronts my same dilemma: a phone screen asking for the touch of a human hand over the pixels that say “Book Cab” and shivering toes craving the blankets that lie at home, up against a restless gaze aching to shift towards his wondering if warmth may be found somewhere closer.
I stand their hesitantly, hopeful but mostly insecure, when out of nowhere, he takes my hand. A blazing shiver runs up my arm, into my chest, and down to an uncomfortable place between my thighs. “D’you want to go somewhere the wind is less harsh while we wait?” he inquires. “Yeah, sure!” I reply, feeling slightly weird in the butterflies kind of way and nervously anticipating the future. He walks me over to a worn-down walkway, flanked by two rows of trees, that lies beyond even the peripheral vision of all of humanity. I am acutely aware of how close we are. I am acutely aware of how far away everybody else is. I feel the inches between us stretch and contract, and even as he moves a step forward, we aren’t any closer to being close enough.
Friends. Just friends, I remind myself. He would’ve made a move if he ever contemplated the need for anything more than that. As I convince myself of the significances of his silence, he speaks, “Leah…”
In that pause all my innards contract like they need to expel a fucking full term foetus from my vagina. He abandons words for the archaic flint stools that they are and steps across the force field between us. He lifts his arm and it grazes my waist. My heart stops. I clumsily fall forward, catching myself in the nick of time with a hand that very conveniently lands on his shoulder. Our bodies wirelessly communicate to each other that this awkward side hug situation will only be helped by my mirroring the same on the other sides of ourselves, so his right hand fingers move up to the bend on the left edge of my waist, sending an impulse that directs my left arm to place itself between his right shoulder and the back of his neck.
Our eyes meet in the middle and a few years must fly by as I am enraptured by galaxies. We lean into each other and his chest feels like an induction coil in the January air. Somewhere inbetween a dance and an embrace, our lips meet. I am so wholly overwhelmed by this feeling that I take a step back. A glance of worry crosses his eyes before the helpless craving in mine resolves any last reservations he might have had. He pulls me into an abandoned hallway in this broken looking building just beyond the line of trees. I feel like I’ve been whisked down Alice’s rabbit hole right into Wonderland. He pins me against the wall, one arm holding my hand up, the other refusing to let go of my waist, and kisses me.
There is no elaborate metaphor that can do justice to the heat of his rhythmic, soft but firm kisses. Every time he pushes me against the wall and our waves reach a crest, our lips open up just a little bit wider and soon our intermissions become less frequent, every meeting of mouths more passionate than the last. His hands trail across my torso and find my breasts, separated from his skin by several layers. I fumble as I unbutton my coat. Unwilling to wait for any more layers to be tossed against the floor, he slips his hand underneath my sweater but above my shirt and cups my breast from the bottom, gently squeezing once. I feel uncomfortable in the most comfortable sort of way. I feel vulnerable and taken aback, yet intimate. I enjoy this invasion of my self and feel a wetness that makes me writhe and burn and hold him against me with the ionic strength of stars.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/adkdmb/the_start_of_something_new_str8