A long distance relationship [mf]

It had been a long time since they’d first exchanged words. They knew each other, but this was the first time they’d ever been close to one another in the most literal sense of the word. They’d exchanged many things over the months since “hello”. Thoughts, sentiments, even some of their personal fantasies. There wasn’t much that hadn’t passed between the two of them. Except touch. Not until today.

She’d picked him up at the airport, shortly after lunch. He was gloriously under dressed, in a white band t-shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts. It was barely fall, but she guessed he was cold by the way he frequently rubbed his arms. She reluctantly eyed the air conditioning, turned up as high as she could stand. Truthfully, it was hot for this time of year. Much longer, and she would begin sweating. And she didn’t want to start sweating on the ride home, before they’d even had a chance to hug…or anything else. The sensation of her panties stuck to her thigh…it wasn’t the first impression she’d looked forward to.

An idea struck her as she approached a stoplight.

“Here, take this” she said, hastily reaching into the back seat of the car before the light changed. She had a somewhat unfortunate stash of forsaken items back there, including a checkered fleece throw. She fished it out from the pile for him. It was light, but maybe it would keep him warm until they reached her house. There, she had several blankets, among other things. Maybe she could keep him warm all on her own.

“You didn’t say to dress for winter…” he joked.

“Because it’s barely Fall. I’m wearing shorts, and I’m not cold.” She stated, matter-of-factly. But she couldn’t keep a grin off her face. Just talking to him did that.

“Yeah, for once.” He said playfully, with a smile in his voice. She loved the sound of his voice. After hours upon hours spent talking to one another, it had come to mean familiarity and warmth.

She replied by rolling her eyes, still facing the road. It would be a little while before they reached her house—a small three-bedroom cabin she rented just on the outskirts of town. For a few moments, the silence stretched. It wasn’t a bad silence. It was companionable, and they road on comfortably, not oppressed by it. To pass the time, she fiddled with the radio, not taking her eyes off the road. She mashed at the buttons, familiar with the stations, hoping to find something mutually tolerable.

She felt his hand over hers, edging in on the radio dial, and bit her lip.

“Let me try it.” He said, and she withdrew her hand. She wasn’t sure how much different the content would be than the radio he was used to back home but was still happy to oblige.

“We’ll be home soon.” She murmured, eyes still on the road. It was difficult not to look over at him as he turned the knob, adjusting the radio frequency steadily upwards. She desperately wanted to take in his features. She’d only gotten a few moments to do so since they’d left the airport. Baggage wasn’t an area to linger in an embrace, unfortunately. The ache in her for him grew incrementally. She had to keep reminding herself not to speed. The police in a small town had little else to do other issue citations.

The last few minutes seemed to drag on like hours. In some ways, it was good. She wanted to enjoy every moment of their time together. In other ways, it was exhausting. She wanted to hug him until he burst, she wanted to kiss him, she wanted to do…so many things. But it was impossible in the car.

Well, not completely impossible.

But not happening. Not yet.

After crossing through town, they made small talk for the rest of the trip until they reached a turnoff onto a wooded driveway. She executed the righthand turn a little quicker than normal, and the car “thunked” over the uneven pavement and onto the dirt trail, it’s suspension groaning in disgust. He eyed her askance.

“Sorry.” She muttered, perfectly aware of her driving skills.

He laughed. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

“Here we are,” She said cheerfully, as the car rolled to a stop in front of her house. She put the car in park and popped the trunk.

They both got out and walked around to the back of the car, stopping just in front of it. In that strange way that they’d always connected, they both reached for one another at the same time. Grinning, she pushed herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest, and he completed the circle, wrapping his arms around her. The warmth of his body intermingling with his cologne made her briefly go weak in the knees, but his arms around her kept her steady. She wondered if he was the same way. Was she holding him up as well? She clasped her arms around him tighter, and they rocked back and forth on their feet for a few moments, swaying together on a sea of warmth and contentment. She felt his chin come to rest on the top of her head and swallowed. They stood like that for a few more moments.

It was cold, though. At least for him. A fact that she was acutely aware of.

“Let’s go inside” she murmured into his chest.

“Alright,” He quietly agreed, but then made little effort to move.

With one final squeeze, she took the lead, and let go of him first. Her knees still felt weak, but she pushed open the trunk, and reached towards the luggage. She took a small bag, and he grabbed the rest of it.

“I’ll get this one!” She teased, carrying a bag roughly half the size of the two he carried.

“Someone has to unlock he door” he said pragmatically. She rolled her eyes. He had a point. They ascended the stairs, with him trailing a few steps behind her.

Once inside, he looked at her expectantly.

“My room is at the end of the hallway. Can I get you anything to drink? Do you want a snack? I’ve got pepperoni.” She’d already made sure to stock his favorite snacks.

He smiled at her, shaking his head a little. “Not just yet.”

His blonde hair was sticking up. It was difficult not to reach up and run her hands through it. She wasn’t sure how long she could continue to resist, though. Everything about him. His profile. His shoulders. His chest. His eyes. She drank him in with every passing moment, as slowly as possible.

Suddenly more aware of herself, she felt heat in her checks, and looked away. “I have…tea, coffee—no wait, you don’t like that—ummm…water…” she thought she was forgetting something “oh, and ginger ale!”

“Tea is good.” He answered. Tea. She could do that.

“Alright. The remotes on the couch over there, if you want to turn Netflix on and watch something. I’ll get your tea.” She said, already turning towards the kitchen.

“I will in a minute.” He said, putting his bags down on the ground before her.

“Do you—” she started, before he covered the distance, and wrapped her up in his arms again. She wrapped her arms around him in return. The hug was warm, and soft, and she could feel the steady reverberation of his heart. After a few moments, she looked up. He was looking down at her, blue eyes intent. Her mouth went dry, and she could feel her heartbeat increasing, even as she rose up.

Their lips met somewhere in the middle. She felt a rush of exhilaration climb up from the tips of her toes, slowly working its way up her body. It found its way in between her thighs, in her stomach, in her chest. A thrumming, irresistible desire that she’d kept carefully tucked away. She told him with her mouth all the things her body was feeling, and he answered in kind. Her nipples brushed hard against the fabric of her shirt.

“What to watch a movie?” She asked.

“Sure.” He answered, sounding eager. She grabbed his hand and lead him over to the couch, tea forgotten.

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When she took his hand, his heart was racing. It was happening faster than he expected, even though in a way he had started it. He followed her as she led him across the small living room with its generic beige carpeting, and over to the sofa which took up an entire corner of the room. It was a sectional. The place she’d spent months and months of her life sleeping on, falling asleep to the sound of his voice. It was the subject of many complaints, and location of many lengthy discussions. And here he was, about to sit on it. She released his hand and sat down on the couch, patting the place right beside her.

“What would you like to watch?” She asked, even though they both knew there was probably going to be very little watching going on.

“Can I?” He asked, reaching for the remove in her hand.

“Absolutely.” She said, giving it to him. “Probably a few different because of regions.”

“Yep.” He was curious. He sat close to her on the couch. Their legs were pressed together, and with his free hand he took hers. It was a small hand, and it fit neatly inside his. Just like the rest of her. Petite, at least in height. Her hair was russet, and her eyes were nearly green, but with a hint of blue. And she had a lot of freckles. More than he was used to seeing on anyone. She leaned her head against his shoulder and watched him scroll through the completely-the-same-yet-totally-different Netflix channel.

She had closed her eyes, looking content, and he adjusted himself to be even closer. Only a few minutes ago, her kisses had been fiery. He was sure she’d rip his clothes off when she led him to the couch. But then she’d picked up the remote. Was there a reason? Was it just overwhelming emotion?

Unconsciously, he squeezed her hand. When she squeezed back, he looked over her, as best he could, given their position.

“Okay?”

“Perfect.” She murmured.

Just happy then. With some relief, he realized he felt the same way. There was no need to rush things.

He flicked between the channels, searching for something that wouldn’t be too mindless, but he wouldn’t miss in case things got…intense again. After a few more minutes of searching, he settled on a show they’d both seen, and pressed play.

“That’s going to be loud.” She murmured, seeming closer to sleep than wakefulness.

“Do you want me to turn something else on? Or do you want to go to bed?” He offered.

“No, this is good.” She said, suddenly sitting up and reaching towards the ceiling with both arms. “I have to stretch or I’m gonna to fall asleep though.”

He didn’t mind that, he could just as easily nap. They had plenty of time for other things.

“Well, you could always nap. There’s that option.”

She snorted. “I don’t want to nap though.” Her voice had taken on a quiet quality. Something that always happened when there was something on her mind.

“What do you want to do then?” He tried to keep his voice neutral, not sounding too hopeful that they’d pick up right where they’d left off a few minutes ago. Even though he was hopeful. He wanted to know what she wanted to do, first.

“Take a guess!” She said, and then planted a kiss on his cheek. He froze, feeling strangely bashful. She was inviting him, and he felt…eager. But sort of shy. He’d only touched her a little. He wanted to touch her everywhere.

He got over his hesitation quickly when she took his hand, and delicately placed it on her breast. He turned to her again, their faces once more inches apart. He hoped his cheeks weren’t as flush as he felt like they were.

“Hmm.” Was all he said before putting his mouth over hers. He began to caress her and was thrilled to feel her squirm somewhat under his touch. She was full of energy, and so was he. It was strange how she did that, swapping between that contentment and eager excitement. But she was. He ran his thumb over the area where her nipple should be, through her t-shirt and her bra. A soft moan escaped her lips, which broke their hungry kiss.

“Ahh.”

“Yeah?” He said, opening his eyes just enough to take her in. Her eyes were closed, her face still angled towards him. He sat up a little, so that he could reach her with both hands.

“Yeah” she whispered, breathless, after he started stroking her other breast. As he was touching her, she wasn’t idle. Her hands had begun to run up his chest as well, tentatively. Simple, shy explorations. He broke the kiss again, and she moaned once more. He couldn’t help how excited he’d become and had to adjust the way he was sitting.

Her hand running through his hair sent a contented feeling through him that overlapped with his arousal. Somewhere behind them, voices on the television were raised in excitement. He couldn’t help but smile as she planted another kiss on him, running her hands all over his chest.

Their kisses, which were sometimes light brushes of the lips, and other times thorough and deep, went on for a few minutes. Or hours. He wasn’t sure. He was losing all track of time. All the while, they were quietly exploring one another from the waist up. But if she was anything like him, which he imagined she was, she completely turned on and could barely hold herself back.

At some point, she rose up onto her knees, angling her body over his. His hands slipped around her waist, encircling it, keeping her steady while she slowly climbed onto his lap. He stroked her stomach with his thumbs, while she straddled him, settling down with one knee on either side of his legs.

When she finally settled down into his arms again, her mouth returned to his with eagerness. Her kisses were light and playful, and he placed a few of his own up and down her neck, causing her to shiver and press her hips closer to his. He went on stroking her stomach, which he could tell turned her on.

“Too much?” He whispered.

She shook her and whispered, “Not at all.”

“Keep going then?” He whispered, hoping she would say yes.

“Definitely,” she said, pushing her hips against his. He could feel the heat coming off her body and hoped that she could feel his hardness through all the material between them. His shorts were thick and so were hers. Even still, she pressed her hips against him, and he returned the motion, so that they were both moaning in pleasure between kisses.

Their hands that were roaming with more gusto and enthusiasm. He touched the waistband of her shorts, and she touched his, but hadn’t dipped her hand in. Should he make the first move? Or would she? He was beginning to think it was time for clothes to come off.

Clearly, so did she. Her hands finally roved beneath his shirt, pushing it upwards along his bare skin. He adjusted, moving to pull the shirt collar over his head, and tossed it aside. Once his shirt was off, he helped her tug hers over her head, revealing a pink bra, and full breast ready to spill out of it.

He felt himself tense. There she was. Half-naked, in his lap, one leg on either side of him. His cock was buried nearly into her, the only thing between them was cloth. He couldn’t help himself, he pulled her as close as he could, pressing his mouth into hers once again more firmly than before. His hands moved along her back, nails lightly caressing her skin, until he reached her bra. It only took a moment to unsnap it. Once relieved of it, there was nothing between them but skin, and shorts. Her breasts fell uncovered between them, and he immediately put his hands all over them. He especially couldn’t stop touching her nipples. He wanted to put his mouth on them desperately but couldn’t reach. So instead he focused on touching her all over.

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His hands on her bare skin nearly pushed her over the edge. He rested underneath her, pinned between her legs, hands canvasing every inch of bare flesh. He stoked her stomach and rubbed her nipples in a way that made her grind her hips into him with enthusiasm. She could feel him hard beneath her, through the multiple layers of fabric between them, and longed to be closer. She wanted to feel him inside of her.

With her index finger, she delicately traced the light blonde trail that down from his belly button to the fastener of his shorts. It wouldn’t take much pressure to push the button inside the fabric and reach inside. Should she? Was he ready? When he took one of her breasts in his mouth eagerly, gently sucking on her nipple, her restraint went out the window. Her head went back, her back arched, and she moaned in pleasure much louder than she intended to.

She could feel the smile play across his lips, but he didn’t stop. Between her legs was an aching desire for him. She pushed harder against him, feeling like her everything between her thighs might melt soon if it wasn’t touched. Her forehead eventually came to rest against his as he moved from one breast to the next. She couldn’t help but make small pleasurable noises but managed to do so much more quietly than before. It took a lot of effort.

When he was finished, he returned to her mouth, and she met his with eagerness. It didn’t take long for her to begin working the clasp of his shorts. Once unsnapped, their eyes met for a long moment.

“Let me” she said, when he reached down to help her with his shorts. She clasped his hands in hers, and briefly gave them a squeeze before releasing them. Their eyes met just for a moment, and she knew he understood her. It was something she’d thought about doing a lot. Something she never imagined getting to do, as much as she’d imagined and desired it.

She unfastened his shorts while she was still on top of him, first running her fingers just along his waistband. He moved his hips towards her, and she sensed his eagerness for her to touch him. After a moment, she slid off his lap, down between his legs. She tried not to let her nervousness show on her face. It was probably obvious. He ran his hands through her hair, in gentle encouraging strokes. She looked up at him. He wore a beautiful smile, the most beautiful that she’d ever seen. She felt her cheeks turn red and looked down. Shorts. Must remove his shorts.

With renewed, singular focus, she helped him out of his shorts and underwear, leaving him completely naked. He was there, fully before her. Naked. Everything about him was revealed, from head to toe. She knelt before him, while he remained on the couch. She’d settled down on her knees between his legs and used them for support. She felt oddly comforted by his vulnerability. His hands ran through her hair encouragingly once more. She took a breath and reached out towards him. Towards the body she’d been desperately grinding against moments before.

When she first touched his cock, it was a tentative stroke, nothing more. He sucked a breath between closed teeth, and his hips shifted just slightly in her direction. He was eager, giving her confidence to proceed. She imagined she would feel the same way if he touched her. She’d melt. She leaned forward, towards him, hungry to have him in her mouth. To give him pleasure.

When she finally touched him with her lips, he groaned quietly. She looked up to gauge his reaction, to see his eyes rolled up towards the ceiling, a smile spread across his face. He looked completely at ease. Good.

She took him in her hands, carefully, but with enough surety that he would know she was touching him purposefully. She guided her tongue along the underside of his shaft, near the head. At the same time moving her hand up and down along his length. Between her tongue and her hand, he moaned and shifted, thrusting his hips towards her, though not roughly. Just pure, content pleasure.

She continued stroking his cock with her hand, licking along his shaft, and listening to him groan. Finally, she dared to put him in her mouth. It was a thrill that sent chills through her entire body. His taste filled her mouth, and his scent flooded her nose, and she couldn’t help but shiver in delight. She thought about all the things she’d liked to do but hadn’t expected to enjoy this. With him beneath her, clearly in the throes of pleasure beneath her mouth, she felt herself grow more aroused.

She gently sucked on his head, feeling the warmth of it. He moaned, and breathed more heavily, and she had difficulty maintaining control. Finally, she moved her mouth further down on him, taking in as much as she could. Tentatively at first, she moved her head up and down, emulating the motions of a thrust. When he reached down and stoked her hair again, she knew she was doing it right. She continued to stroke him with her hand, moving up and down in concert with the motions of her mouth. She did this until he began to groan and thrust at her regularly. Suddenly, there was a hint of saltiness in her mouth. Time to cool off. She took him out of her mouth and squeezed his thighs. He sat there, breathless. She stayed on the floor, nestled between his thighs.

“How was it?” She asked, looking up at him, not expecting an answer really. His cock was still hard, his eyes were intent upon her. She felt herself get wet with anticipation.

Instead of answering, he slid down off the sofa and onto the floor with her. He positioned his body just behind hers, and wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her against him in a tight, sensual embrace. She could feel him, still hard against her back. But he didn’t move. He just held her there, against him. She could feel the beat of his heart and understood. He was close, but he wasn’t ready. She leaned her head back against his chest and closed her eyes.

“It was amazing,” he whispered in her ear, hot breath tickling the little hairs on her neck. She couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, as a shiver crawled its way across her body.

They sat that way for a few minutes, just touching one another. She inclined her head to look at him, questioning, and he planted a kiss right on her forehead. She couldn’t help it, she smiled like a dope. His eyes were bright and mischievous, and she felt she might drown in them, for how blue they were.

She ran her hands up and down his thighs, eager to continue touching him, and hoping he was too. He was still very hard against her, so she didn’t expect he’d had enough.

Her suspicions were confirmed when he started running his hands all along her body as well. He groped her breasts, each one at a time, stroking her nipples gently with his thumbs. His free hand dipped below the waistband of her shorts. She gasped as he touched her through her underwear, the sensitive skin of her clit brushing against the cloth. All the while, he continued to tease her nipples. She craned herself upwards, searching for his mouth with hers. Finding it, she planted a kiss on his lips. He returned it, and they sank into one another once again.

It was a slow buildup. She must have gotten him close. She could still feel him in her mouth. The way he twitched. The way he pushed his hips towards her. The way he melted beneath her touch. All those things were in the back of her mind as he stroked her clit through her underwear and teased her nipple. She moaned, unable to hold it in.

After a few minutes, his finger explorations dipped inside her panties, his fingers dipping down along the inside of her, but never entering. She moaned again, in pleasure and anticipation. Would he slide a finger in? She could feel herself getting wet all over again.

But he didn’t do that. Instead, he withdrew his hand from her shorts, and her breast. She turned to look at him, questioning. Did he want to stop? She ached with desire, and the need to be touched.

He stood up and offered her a hand. She accepted and rose on wobbly knees.

“Want go to go bed?” He asked, kissing her on the forehead. She knew he didn’t mean to sleep.

“Of course, I do. I thought you’d never ask!” She teased, eager to go. He’d pulled his shorts back up, which were only ever half off to begin with. She’d been a little eager. They started down the hall together, both filled with anticipation and a little bit of nervous energy.

The room was spacious and spartan, with the same generic beige coloring as the rest of the house. The only extravagance was the bed, which was a queen size—big enough for three of her. It was layered in a green and blue duvet, with a quilt, and tons of pillows. All her decorations bordered on the geeky, with references to niche shows and fandoms they were both privy to. Things they’d spent hours joking about. Games they’d played together. She flipped on a small table lamp beside the bed, which gave them enough light to see by, but not an overwhelming amount.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, he dropped his shorts to the floor once again, and followed her towards where she stood next to the lamp. She felt a thrill, seeing him fully naked and approaching her. Her shorts were still on, but she had no intention of keeping them that way. No sooner than she’d considered how overdressed she was compared to him, were his hands were on the buttons securing the single article of clothing left between them. He unfasted them deftly, and slid them down her body, along with her underwear, in a single motion.

There.

Naked.

Together.

She didn’t have time to overthink as he stepped towards her and pulled her into his arms. They hugged for a moment, before he released her.

“Your turn” he said, before urging her towards the bed. Understanding his intention, she sat on the edge, dangling her legs over it. He kissed her mouth one final time, urging her down onto her back with his body and mouth. His hand lingered on her rib cage for a moment, stoking her belly. Hers were not idle either. She’d managed to find his cock, and stroke it several times with one free hand, while her other ran along his side. She felt flooded with warmth, feeling his body so closed to hers. His chest brushed against hers, and her nipples ached to be touched by him. But he didn’t join her down on the bed. Instead, he withdrew, going down on his knees, his head between her legs instead.

He started out slowly, planting kisses in between her thighs, just outside of her vulva. She moaned and twitched just the same, excited by his touch. When he licked along the outside of her lips, she nearly cried out, but managed to restrain herself by gripping the quilt with either hand. She felt sensitive, overly so, and those first touches were the more pleasurable thing she’d felt in a long, long time.

As he moved onto her with his mouth, she ran her hands through his hair, stoking him. His tongue was gentle, and his mouth closed upon her clit gently, but firmly, almost like a kiss. She felt devoured with warmth and pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head. When he ran his tongue along the opening of her vagina, she was unable to suppress another moan. She could feel his hot breath on her, eager and excited. He traced a finger along the outside of her before sliding it in. She moved her hips towards him as he slid his finger in and out.

She wasn’t sure how long it went on, but it felt amazing. And when it was over, she couldn’t think of anything. She just knew she wanted him inside of her. He climbed up on the bed with her, lying down beside her.

“How was it?” He asked, emulating her earlier question.

“I want you so bad.” She responded, breathless.

His smile was brilliant, and he took her face in both of his hands, kissing her again.

Feeling confident, she rolled over, and nudged him from his side onto his back. His hands fell immediately onto her hips, as she climbed up on top of him. With one leg on either side of his body, she placed her hands upon his chest, running them up and down. Into his hair, kissing his mouth, and down his body. After a few moments of heavy petting, she took his cock in her hand. She delicately rubbed his head along her clit, without attempting to put it inside of her. Her forehead touched his, and their eyes met. He looked content, but also extremely eager. She understood that he was ready too.

Steadied by his arms on her, she slowly guided his cock towards her entrance, and then angling the head inside of her, righting herself so that their hips would align. Then slowly, inch by inch, she slid down on top of him, so that he was inside her completely.

He moaned, and she was unable to suppress a moan of her own. The feeling of him inside her was electric, and it was all that she could do to keep still and let the moment sink in while the most intense wave of pleasure she’d ever felt washed over her. She felt him thrust against her in eagerness, wrapping his arms around her body tightly.

After a moment or two, the intensity of the sensation tapered down to manageable levels for her, and she was able to move on him as well. She pressed down again towards his body and rocked her hips back and forth slowly, enjoying every little twitch, and every little touch. The feeling of him pushing inside her was nearly too much to bear at times. Eventually, she pushed herself up from him, into a more natural sitting position.

From the sitting position, she began to move her hips back and forth again. His hands fell to her hips, keeping her steady once more. As she moved, he began to thrust upwards against her with increasing gusto, and she found her legs were turning to jelly. He held firmly onto her as she moved up and down on him, warm with insatiable pleasure, but getting closer and closer to her peak. Eventually his hands roved up her rib cage, along her belly, and cupped her breasts.

“We should switch” she breathed after a few more minutes of rocking back and forth, varying their pace between slow and quick. She knew she was getting to the point of no return.

He seemed to understand and withdrew from her. She climbed off him and laid down on her back, feeling wobbly but still incredibly hot for him. After a moment or two of adjusting, he slid her towards the edge of the bed, and bent her knees gently upwards, pushing them towards her head. He entered her with the same caution as she had exercised earlier but didn’t hold back on his trusts for even a moment.

In and out, he moved quickly, and she could feel him pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Each thrust touched something deep within her, until one finally pushed her over the edge. He’d done it. He’d brought her to orgasm with his cock. She cried out, and then reached up and kissed him fiercely, spasms of pleasure crawling through her body. He shivered within her but let her finish before withdrawing himself from her. She could feel him shaking after holding himself back to let her orgasm while he was still within her.

Moments after the final wave of ecstasy washed over her body, he reached orgasm as well. He released himself upon her tummy, and across her breasts, giving her another small wave of pleasure. After that, everything was a haze of pleasure and fatigue. He rolled over on the bed beside her, spent of energy.

For a few moments, they both laid there together in silence. Until finally, he spoke.

“You’re my favorite person,” he said.

“You’re mine too. Happy Birthday.” She replied.

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