The walking trail that led down to the water was about a quarter-mile long. Normally, I would have been scared to be out in the dark woods like that, but with Luke beside me, I felt as though I could do anything. Even when a twig snapped to my left or some sort of bird, bat, or owl flew overhead, I did not feel afraid. Luke’s hand was warm and strong, encasing my own. With him, I felt safe and protected, no matter what came along. Besides that, the moon was almost full, so milky light spilled down from the sky and bathed everything in a luminous glow, illuminating our way.
I knew where we were going, because we’d been there on many different occasions, though never at such a late hour. We often visited the place in the winter, when we knew no one else would be there. This time, when the trail ended and we stepped into the clearing, my breath caught in my throat. The pond was as familiar to me as my own backyard, but now it was completely transformed; it was like a whole new place, one I was seeing for the very first time.
We took off our shoes, and I loved the feel of the cool sand squishing between my toes. There was no wind, so the pond was completely still and glassy, without even a ripple breaking its surface. Like a giant mirror, it reflected the magnificence above: the stars, the moon, and the deep, black velvet sky. I was so entranced by that spectacular display that I didn’t notice the blanket spread out near the water’s edge until I was almost standing on it. Around the blanket were little glass candle holders, and Luke whipped a long lighter out of his pocket and bent down to light them. The flames flickered gently, giving the place an even more wonderful orange glow.
“It’s so beautiful,” I said, including him in my compliment. Luke was my favorite part of the scenery in that romantic, dreamy, serene scenario. The light cast deep shadows across his face, softening the edges and making him look mysterious and gentle all at once. I sat down on the blanket and snuggled next to him as he draped his arm around my shoulders.
“I wanted tonight to be special,” he said.
“It is,” I said, sighing happily. Just being with him was all I needed, no matter where we were or what we were doing. At that moment, basking in the warmth of our togetherness, it didn’t matter that it would be our last night together. It didn’t matter that I might never see him again. When I was with him, I was really, truly in the moment, savoring every second and wanting them to stretch into eternities all their own.
He moved his hand under my chin and tilted my face up, then brought his lips against mine. He didn’t move them at first and only traced them softly across mine, but I soon gave in, unable to take it anymore, and began kissing him relentlessly. His mouth opened to mine, and the tips of our tongues touched. Then he pulled back a bit and ran his tongue over my lower lip. He sighed, letting out a deep, contented sound that made my heart sing. It made it feel like my heart was going to burst out of my chest because all I wanted was for him to be happy; it was the greatest feeling in the world to know that I could give him joy and pleasure.
As we kissed, I shifted to face him, so I could touch his cheek, his jawbone, and the muscular ropiness of his neck. I loved how smooth and soft his skin felt, stretched taut over his lean, sculpted muscles. Luke’s shoulders were substantial but not bulky, and his forearms were the same, but his hands were slender and long, like those of a piano player. Those glorious hands moved deftly over my body, pressing gently at the knots that had formed next to my shoulder blades, running the length of my collarbone. He slid one under my shirt and placed his warm palm flat against my stomach. He knew exactly how much pressure to exert to make me feel good without tickling me. Then his hand moved higher. He slid it under my bra and cupped my breast, then grazed my nipple in just the right way, causing the breath to catch in my throat. My stomach muscles tensed and relaxed over and over again as he ran those long fingers over my breasts.
“Let’s take this off,” Luke said, his lips still against mine, feeding those whispered words right into me.
In sweet and utter compliance, I held my arms above
my head. He slipped my shirt off, then reached around and, with one hand, unfastened my bra. He slid one strap down, then the other, holding my gaze as he did so. After he carefully placed my shirt and bra to the side, safely away from the candles, he looked at my chest, biting his lower lip and taking a deep breath as he did so. I loved the expression on his face when he looked at me like that, so hungrily, overcome with unabashed desire, his emotions open like a book in his gorgeous features.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he said as he began touching me again.
I had confided in him that I did not feel beautiful, that I didn’t understand why he had chosen me when there were so many other girls at school who were far prettier than I would ever be. Whenever I said any self-deprecating thing like that, he just shook his head and looked at me as if I was crazy.
“You are so gorgeous, and you don’t even realize it.”
His seductive, lustful gaze at me hardened my nipples to peaks, in spite of the warm and humid night air. I ran my hands through his hair as he lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one. From there, he worked his way lower, kissing a trail from chest to my belly button. He undid my shorts and slid them and my underwear off simultaneously. He eased me down so I was on my back and could look up at the sky, at the endless glittering stars and the bright moon that were bearing witness to our passion and probably jealous of it. He then pulled his own shirt off, revealing that perfectly sculpted torso that had certainly crossed the minds of many of my female classmates from time to time. I took some pride in the fact that while they were dreaming about him, I was actually there, touching him and letting him touch me. They had their fantasies, but I had the real thing. There were so many beautiful girls to compete with, but I was the one who was there, on the receiving end of that look of his, that beautiful synthesis of desire and affection, and I couldn’t fathom how I deserved such a blessing and privilege.
It was all bittersweet though, because I was sure it would be our last time. He had to leave in two days, and he would be untouchable, thousands of miles away, surrounded by new people in a new place, and I was sure he’d meet someone new, someone who was much more suited to him and what he wanted. There were a lot of fish in the sea, and he was about to move to a much bigger ocean. I hoped he would wait for me and that we could to try to maintain some sort of long-distance relationship, but I wasn’t sure how long we’d last once our physical contact was replaced by phone calls and messages and chats via some social media platform. I wasn’t sure Tweeting and texting would be enough, but I really didn’t have a choice, and it was better than nothing. I didn’t want Luke to give up his dream for me, and that was how I knew I truly loved him. Because I was willing to give him up for a time in order to have him forever, I knew it was far more than a silly schoolgirl crush or some kind of carnal lust. Above all else, I wanted him to be happy. At the moment, he was happy with me, and I hoped that would never change, but ultimately, his happiness was the most important thing, even if he had to find it with someone else.
“Hey,” he said, noticing that my thoughts had taken me down a melancholy road. “What’s the matter?”
It wasn’t until he reached out to touch the side of my face and wipe the tears away that I realized I’d been crying. I didn’t want to be so sad, so somber, because we didn’t have much time left, and I didn’t want to waste it. “Nothing. I’m fine,” I lied.
He kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the tip of my nose, and then captured my mouth again. He danced his hand up to the side of my face and looked deeply into my eyes. “I don’t want you to be sad,” he said. “I’m trying to make you feel good.”
“Really, I’m just… I’m…”
Ignoring my excuses, he kissed my neck, my breasts, then moved all the way back down to my lower belly. He gently pushed my thighs apart, and I didn’t try to stop him; there was no point in playing coy when I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I lay there on the blanket, naked and wide open to him, my breath coming in slow, deep, desperate heaves. His hands were warm, and his tongue was curious and exploratory as he started to lick me. He rolled his tongue over and around my clit again and again, and my breath quickened and shortened as the sensations built up within me, like a volcano threatening to erupt from my core, sending ripples of pleasure and ecstasy down my limbs, up my spine, and into the base of my brain. It felt as if every sense within me had short-circuited, leaving only my delicious awareness of him. It was as though every cell in my body, every nerve ending, every fiber was completely in tune with exactly what he was doing.
I arched my back as he brought his hands up and touched my labia and spread me apart. He slid one finger, then another into me as he continued to lick my clit. I alternated between whimpering and groaning. He pressed his mouth against me and began to hum; the vibrations zinged through my body, the sensation building.
“Oh…m-my gosh,” I managed to gasp.
My chest heaved as he moved his fingers inside me, sliding them in deeper and deeper, until it seemed he would touch the very deepest place within me. I writhed, my body seemingly moving of its own volition, my inner thigh muscles aching with pleasure and desire.
“You have no idea how hot you are,” he said.
I knew he would stay down there, pleasuring my most intimate parts until I burst forth, but I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted us to experience that together, so as hard as it was, I pulled him up and kissed him. We rolled over until he was on his back, with me hovering above him, straddling him. I unfastened the button on his jeans, unzipped his fly, then pushed them down. Freed from its denim prison, his cock sprang out in all its huge, hard glory. He was so large that I could barely wrap my hand around him, and my fingertips only just touched. I took him into my mouth, just the head at first, then I moved slowly, taking him farther and deeper, until I felt his massive member at the back of my throat. I reached down and cupped his balls with one hand and gave them a squeeze as I pulled my head back. I repeated that motion over and over again, taking him all the way in, till he was at the back of my throat, then pulling back until just his head was in my mouth and the tip of my tongue could trace circles around it.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered, a deep, throaty sound that I felt as well as heard.
Encouraged by his pleasure, I began moving faster. I loved the way his cock pulsed and grew, the way it throbbed with heat, and that summoned heat between my own legs and throughout my whole body. His breathing was short and rapid, his face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his brow furrowed as I took him all the way in, as far as I could.
“Get on me,” he gasped. “Please! I need to be inside you right now. I love what you’re doing, but… Holy shit, I just need to be in you.”
He held my hips as I positioned myself over him and lowered onto him, stopping just as the moist, warm head of his cock slid into me. His breath caught in his throat when I paused, and he groaned as I lifted myself just high enough that he almost slipped out. I repeated that teasing movement over and over again, until neither of us could take it anymore. When I let myself all onto him, he slid in completely, filling me up, and we both gasped. His grip tightened on my hips, practically digging into my heated skin. For balance, I placed one hand on his abdomen, which was tight as a drum, the smooth skin stretched taut over his washboard muscles.