sunday night.
on the first night of camp, after lights out, i went to talk to a close friend of mine and catch up. we had made a lot of “jokes” about hooking up, and we already had a very physically close relationship, but i knew heading over that i wanted to test the waters of our friendship to see if he meant what he had said in the past.
i met him in the center of campus, under a tree that gave us a bit of seclusion. since it was dark already, you would only be able to see two vague figures sitting there unless you were about ten feet away. it wasn’t the most private place at camp, but since it was dark and we were all supposed to be in our cabins, we figured that we wouldn’t have a lot of interruptions.
we talked for a bit about stuff that was bothering us and gave gentle, reassuring cuddles and cheek kisses. after a few minutes of sitting together with his head on my shoulder, i sat up which got his attention, and i leaned in to kiss him. it was gentle yet confident, a kiss between good friends who knew each other well – well enough to know that we both wanted this. the kisses deepened and i found my hand in his hair, feeling him pull me closer.