It started the moment your head touched mine. I knew you were special right from the start, and in the time that I’ve known you, I’ve known you were somebody I wanted to treasure for all that you are, but in that moment, I wanted you. I could feel the electricity running through me as we made contact, could feel your long black hair falling over my shoulder. I could even smell your shampoo. From that moment the touches became more an more obvious, and our bodies got closer and closer with every touch. It was completely static. Our exposed legs brushing against each other. The back of your hand grazing my hip lightly on the tiny bit of exposed skin between my shirt and the top of my shorts.
I knew it couldn’t go on like this. I needed you. My hand unfroze and made its way arround your lower back and made its mark underneath the hem of your loose fitting shirt, pulling you in by the waist. You made no attempt to resist, and within a second you were against me, your back pressed against my beating chest. You were close enough that I could hear every breath. I don’t know if your hand touched the front of my shorts intentionally, but it didn’t seem to want to leave. Not moving, but the palm of your hand making contact with my now rock hard erection drove me crazy nonetheless.