This summer has put a huge strain on Steven and myself. He’s back in our hometown working for the summer, and I’m back at my dad’s also working full-time. I was hoping that long-distance would be easier since I have a cell phone and computer access where we can call and text, but the distance just puts my anxiety in overdrive.
When I was removed from my mom and my dad got emergency custody, I had no phone and no computer. Mom, in true narcissist fashion, needed to control every aspect of my life. Yes, we had a computer but she had one of her boyfriend lock it down in a way she could monitor my every move. These things, combined with the fact that I wasn’t in to typical girly things growing up, resulted in my inability to make friends and is a direct cause of my depression and anxiety.
Reconnecting with an old friend in Target and picking up where we left and speeding forward is atypical, but so is my entire life. I just couldn’t help the feeling that the space between us was growing despite Steven’s protests. I guess it didn’t help letting loose the sexual desires I pushed deep down for so long. Masturbation and porn just didn’t do for me like he did.
I was going to spend a week at the beach with my family, but stayed home as he had a few days off early in the week and made the drive to come see me. The butterflies in my stomach returned the moment he pulled up. Swimming in the pool that day and brushing against each other made me tingle. I finally leaned against the edge of the pool, my arms on the side supporting me.
“Steven, how did we get here? I mean what are the chances that we would cross paths like we did? Pick up from high school? Finally have the confidence to admit our feelings? Actually be…whatever we are?”
“Honestly Kenz,” he said approaching me. “Slim to none. But roll with it. I know a lot of couples who found out later they crossed paths throughout life. But we had tough upbringings that brought us closer than most people for all those years.”
There was a pause.
“I question it, too, but I wouldn’t change it. And before you ask, it’s more than sex. The companionship is worth so much more. Sex is just a benefit.” He chuckled at this.
We exited the pool and I took his hand to lead him to the bathroom to shower together. Our hands caressing each other’s bodies. We touched and kissed between cleaning each other. After we dried I headed to the kitchen and put on an apron, knowing it was a turn on. We cooked and ate together, continuing our previous conversation before he led me to my bedroom.
“Kenz” he said as he laid me down at the edge of the bed and got on his knees. “I know what you’ve been through. But two people with no real example of love don’t always recognize it as the right time.” He gave my thighs a kiss. “But we did find it.”
Steven began to gingerly lick and kiss between my labia. His hand traced up my stomach and began teasing my puffy aereolas. His fingers rolled and twisted my nipples as his tongue ran circles and designs on my clit.
I moaned and grabbed his head to pull it closer to me. All my worries left me as pleasure filled my body. Every flick of his tongue was magic and had me writhing under him. As the pleasure built, I felt him grab my hips and pull me to him. I felt a moan come from his mouth and soon my muscles contracted and my body involuntarily curled away from him as I came.
I slid back up the bed and beckoned him with my fingers as I bent my legs and spread them. Crawling over me with a kiss, his head pushed my pubic hair away and parted my lips. Slowly he filled me until our pelvises met. We moaned simultaneously and broke out in laughter. Steven slid out a little back as he straightened his back. As our laughter subsided, we just looked at each other.
Steven was still buried inside me and grabbed a few pillows. I lifted my hips and he placed them under my ass before resuming his slow thrusts into me. The sound of bodies and moans filled the room. I began to focus on feeling his deliberate movements and suddenly tensed, orgasming on his cock with a loud moan.
Steven picked up the pace as my orgasm subsided. His movements were quick and steady but gentle as he teased my clit with his thumb.
“God, you’re…a…ama…amazing. Just…ju…just like th…like…that.”
Steven’s breathing got harder and I squeezed him close to my chest. My scream was concealed by hips lips on mine as I came again.
I pushed him off me. And quickly rolled off the bed and got on my knees. I was growing sore from the muscle contractions but he got the idea and came to stand in front of me. I took him in my mouth, making sure to run tongue around him as my head bobbed on him. He pulled my brown curls from my face. And gently guided my head.
“Fuck.” His breathing got faster. I could feel him tensing in my mouth. “Kenz, you’re going to…fuck Kenz. I’m about to cum.”
I teased him with my tongue as his warm seed filled my mouth. He pulled out as the last few squirts fell onto my b cups. I tried to smile as I forced myself to swallow it. It tasted so good but I think he saw my discomfort.
We collapsed on the bed and I laid my head on his chest as he stroked my back. We laid in silence as I let the endorphins convince me my worries were foolish.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w3qj75/closing_the_rift_between_us_fm