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I broke our kiss and worked my way down again, kissing her chin, her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, the space between her impossibly perky breasts. And then I flicked my tongue across her nipple.

She moaned, "Mmmmmm."

I was instantly addicted to that sound, knowing that I was bringing her physical pleasure after all of the emotional joy we'd shared. My lips brushed against her nipple... and then I gently sucked it into my mouth.

"Oh... Mike..."

I focused on teasing her, letting her feel the difference in moistness and hardness between my soft, wet tongue, my moist and firm lips, then just the tiniest nibble from my teeth. After a few moments, I released her nipple and moved to the other side, ensuring that both of her breasts received proper attention.

Savy was running her fingers through my hair, gently tugging on the hair at the back of my head every time I flicked her nipple with my tongue or grazed it with my teeth. My own hands were busy running up and down her sides, occasionally helping to guide one of her breasts into my mouth. Each time one of my hands drifted down, I went further and further, brushing her hip bone, then her thigh. I allowed my fingers to begin sliding around the front of her thigh, towards what I knew I absolutely had to touch. My fingers were inches away from her. I could feel the line of her panties and I followed it down and around towards the inside of her thigh.

"Take off my shorts," she almost pleaded with me in a sensual, sultry voice.

I lifted my body above hers and sat back on my haunches. I dragged my fingers down her belly, that wonderful skin, until they hooked into the waistband of her shorts. She looked me in the eye and the corners of her mouth turned upward. Her hips lifted off of the bed. I pulled and the top of her pubic mound was revealed, a soft black tuft of hair visible. As I pulled her shorts lower, I let my fingers hook into her panties, too and they began following her shorts over her hips, past the curve of her rear. I could now see all of her. I finished removing her clothing, pulling her shorts and panties past her knees, then over her feet.

I held her leg in my hand and brought my lips to it, starting near her ankle, then kissing up her shin to her knee, then her thigh.

I paused for a minute to take in the view of this slender, sexy girl laying in front of me. Her long hair formed a bed behind her, with a few strands flowing down over her shoulders and around her breasts. Her waist pinched in from the bottom of her rib cage, emphasizing the shapeliness of her chest, then her hips curved back out.

Her flat stomach became her pubic bone. She was untrimmed, but clean, with soft wisps of black hair forming a moderately thin strip on her pubic mound. Her body was, in a word, spectacular. The valley formed by her thighs, practically invited me closer. The lips of her outer labia were smooth and tightly squeezed together. Her legs were thin, but toned, and felt good in my hands. Her skin was flawless.

She was the personification of sex, sensuality, love, and perfection.

I moved up to lay down next to her. I held her face in my hands, then kissed her, tenderly, but with increasing passion. Once again, my hands went to work. Down, past her collarbone, until I had her breast cupped in my palm. I fondled her until I could feel her pressing against me, knowing that she wanted more.

I released her and held out just one finger, drawing a line from between her breasts, down her sternum, past her belly button. Then I could feel the soft fuzz of her pubic hair and I wove my finger back and forth, as if navigating switchbacks on a mountain road as I descended into the valley. I wanted to touch her, feel her wetness, but not yet.

My finger traced along the line between her thigh and her nether region. I couldn't have been more than an inch away from her. Down, across to the other thigh, back up. Ever tightening circles. She was involuntarily thrusting towards me. Even if she had never done any of this before, and she had told me she hadn't, though she was on birth control, her body instinctually knew.

And then... contact. My finger touched her, right at the very base of her opening. I could feel how wet she was, as she leaked on my finger. Slowly, deliberately, I pulled my finger up. Ever so slightly spreading her lips as her legs parted, seeking more contact, deeper contact. I approached her clit and I stared directly at her face. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth was parted and she was breathing quick, shallow breaths as her head tilted back against the pillow.

My finger was wet from her juices. I rubbed a circle around her nub, then back down to the very bottom of her vagina again. Slowly, so slowly, back up. This time two, tight circles around her clit. Back down. Up again. Three circles. I wanted her to feel like I was touching every part of her, but the sensations were varying.

A moan escaped her lips and she whispered, "Mike... Mike... Mike..."

She was completely flushed as I continued. Her breathing was rapidly increasing and I knew that this was exactly what she needed. Down. Up. Four circles. Down. Up. Five circles. She was so wet, I could feel her natural lubrication running down my finger and onto my hand. I was so hard, but first, her.

Savy was at her plateau and I wanted to push her over the edge. As I brought my finger back up her lips, I knew she was expecting more circles around her sensitive clit. When I reached the right spot, I slid my finger inside of her. She grunted hard and I immediately pressed my thumb against the hard little bud of her clitoris. I curled my finger inside of her, gently pressing the nerves of her G-spot and her clit between my finger and thumb, rubbing small circles.

Her orgasm hit her hard. Even with the buildup, she had no idea what it would be like. Her entire body went completely rigid. Her legs slammed together hard on my hand, sending pain up my arm. Her back arched off the bed. Her head snapped back and a groaning wail escaped her lips, "Ohhhhhhhhhh..."

I immediately bent down and covered her mouth with my own, probing her with my tongue. Her left hand grabbed my head and held me tight to her. Her other hand clutched at my back, scratching me a bit with her nails. I felt her vaginal muscles contract around my finger and then a rush of wetness running down my hand.

I held her tight until she came down from that high.

"Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike..." she cooed at me in between furtive, passionate kisses. She was glorious in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Never... felt... anything like that," she whispered to me. She was having trouble forming complete sentences.

She turned until she was facing me, her face buried in my neck and her warm body pressed against mine. I held her like that for quite awhile. She would gently nuzzle me and place small kisses on my neck and my chin. I ran my hand up and down her smooth back. After awhile, she pulled her head back and looked me in the eye.

In a soft, husky voice, "I want all of you."

Her hands reached down to the waistband of my boxers and she began tugging them down over my butt. I reached down with my free hand and helped her, pulling my member back so that they could slide down freely. When they were to my thighs, I wiggled out of them and threw them aside.

I had been rock hard now for the entire time we were in bed; I had no idea if it had been twenty minutes, an hour, or more. Nothing existed except for Savy and me, together, laying naked next to each other. As she pulled me back close to her, my cock brushed against her thigh and lurched.

I could feel her arm moving and then the tips of her fingers. Down my chest, past my lean stomach, briefly over my belly button. I could feel her run her fingers through my pubic hair and then one finger touched the head of my member. It was practically throbbing. Another finger, and another. Her hand had enveloped me and she just held it there.

She leaned up and pressed her lips against mine. She kissed me and before I knew it, she was almost ferociously tonguing my mouth. Her hand squeezed a little harder around my cock and I grunted. Her skin was like velvet. Her long, delicate fingers, not quite wrapping all the way around me. And then she moved; she was stroking me, gently.

She had told me a few weeks ago that she had never even seen a guy naked before, but her instincts were perfect. Her hand gripped me, not too hard, but firmly. She slid it down my shaft, towards the base, pulling the skin tight at the head. Then she slid back up, covering the head with her palm, feeling the precum oozing out.

Her chest was pressed firmly against mine. I could feel her hard nipples. My heart was pounding against my chest and I could feel hers pounding against mine. She rolled back, from laying on her side, to laying on her back. Her legs spread, slightly, then more. I think I was getting high from the smell of her... her hair, her skin, her body exuding sexual desire.

I worked my way over and supported myself until I was above her. My legs were between her legs. She never released my cock from her hand. She just kept up her slow, rhythmic, steady stroking. I wanted to taste her skin, but she was so much smaller than me, I had to slide up. Her eyes were about at my chin.

I reached down with my hand and wrapped it around her hand, in turn wrapped around my shaft. I guided the head up to her lips, which were opening for me. My tip made contact and rested against her. Our juices began mixing with each other, lubricating us both. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. She released me and her hands encircled my back, then slid them down to my hips. She closed her eyes and pulled me towards her.

My head began parting her; I was pushing inside.

I stopped for a moment and she took a deep breath, then her hips thrust ever so gently upward, toward me. Her fluids were running down my shaft. I pressed more firmly and I was deeper inside her. I paused again, then pulled out just a little.

She whimpered. Forward. Deeper still. I looked down our bodies at the space between us. I could just barely make out myself disappearing inside of her. One more push.

I was completely inside her, my Savy.

The base of my member, pressing against her pubic mound. There was no space between us anymore. She was tight, incredibly tight. I knew she would be, as soon as I saw her perfectly sculpted nether regions. The smooth skin. The tightly pressed together lips of her labia. This felt so much better than anything I'd ever felt before. So tight, yet wet. She was the perfect home for me. She completely enveloped me.

I held still and bent my head down. I kissed her lightly on her lips.

I began to pull out. Her hands grasped desperately at my hips, "No... no... stay."

"It's okay, baby, I'm not going anywhere."

When I was about halfway out, I pushed back in. I was rewarded with her satisfied groan. Even when I was completely pushed back into her, I tried to push further, until I could feel that there was no more space to fill inside of her.

Gently, I began the rhythm of sex.

At first, when I retreated, she clung to me. After a few thrusts, she learned and let me create that space, knowing that I would thrust right back into her. A few minutes and her hips were thrusting back against me. I wanted this to last forever, but she was so wet, such a perfect fit for me.

I reached down with my hand and wrapped my forefinger and thumb around the base of my shaft, squeezing to try and slow my approaching orgasm. After I felt a little more under control, I started working into her again. With every thrust inside her, both of us moaned.

I watched as little beads of perspiration formed on her breasts, then ran down in between. We were picking up the pace, our bodies writhing together. I thrust into her, alternating between short, fast strokes and long, deep strokes. She spread her legs further.

I could feel my orgasm building. My balls were tightening against my body. I pulled out until just the very tip of my head was in and then thrust back into her, more forcefully than on my previous long strokes. Again.

I whispered into her ear, "Savy..."

She whispered back, "Inside me. Fill me." I couldn't hold on any longer, not with this gorgeous creature, my lover, commanding me, with her words and her body. I could feel every inch of her.

I reached down and grabbed behind her butt with my hands, bracing her. I pulled out one last time and pushed back into her as deeply as I could while pulling her to me. I had never been this deep. I groaned.

I exploded inside her. I came in spurts into her, my Savy, my lover. My vision went blurry.

Savy grabbed my hips and held me. "I can feel it. I can feel you," she practically squealed.

I lowered myself down, until our sweaty bodies were in full contact. I stayed inside her, bending my head to kiss her.

I broke and sighed, "I love you, Savy."

She nuzzled into my neck and cooed, "I love you, Mike... my Mike. You're mine."

She was right. I was no longer an independent person. I existed only to be hers. I couldn't be separated from her.

I slowly withdrew and her eyes went big. I was covered in the both of us and her now well-stretched vagina, was oozing sexual fluids which seeped out of her and ran down to her butt crack, then onto the bed.

I slid beside her, with my face next to hers. She turned and faced me, then pressed against me. We fell asleep in each other's arms, completely naked for the first time. Her skin, supple, soft, and delicate, touching me. Her hands drawing invisible figures on my back. Her breathing, short and shallow, warm puffs of air against my neck, then slowing and becoming deeper and more regular as she drifted to sleep.

Unconsciousness soon followed for me.

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The next morning, we woke up, exactly as we had fallen asleep. Her legs were intertwined with mine. Her arms wrapped tightly around my back, as if trying to pull me completely inside her. My right arm was under her neck, supporting her like a pillow, while my left arm was laying across her body, with my hand resting on one of her firm butt cheeks. I traced gentle circles, watching the rise and fall of her breathing under the increasing sunlight, until she awoke.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Mornin'."

"Good morning, my love."

"You really are mine," she whispered.

There was nothing else to say. We lay together, completely content, where we belonged.

My phone buzzed first, my morning alarm to get up for work. I silently cursed it. I could have spent the entire day, the rest of my life even, in bed with her.

I yawned and gave Savy a quick kiss, before sliding out of bed. We'd really made a mess of the place. I made a mental note to clean everything up before picking her up after her classes in the evening.

I padded towards the door, grabbing a clean pair of drawers out of my dresser on the way. Right before I left the room, I heard a, "Oh... cute butt," and a giggle. Damn that girl, she sure could make me blush.

After taking a shower, shaving, and brushing my teeth, I felt much more presentable. I headed back into the bedroom, where Savy was up and just finishing pulling a sweatshirt over her head. She'd been keeping more and more of her things here every week. I walked up behind her and pulled her close for a hug.

"Oh, you're not going to just stay naked in bed for me all day?"

She looked back at me and said, "Oh, well, if you insist," with a smile. She started taking her sweatshirt back off.

Regretfully, I told her, "No, no. You have class and I have work. Tomorrow. We'll have the entire weekend, just the two of us."

She pretended to pout at me, sticking out her bottom lip. Then she turned to face me and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

After we broke, I said, "Ugh... I hate myself for being so responsible."

But, I was responsible and we got our things together, then headed out the door. I dropped Savy off at her dorm and after another kiss, was on my way to work. No, I wouldn't be accomplishing anything at all, because I could think of nothing but her, but I'd at least pretend to.

By eight o'clock that night, we were back in bed. We spent the entire evening kissing, touching, caressing each other. I knew that after her first time, she'd probably be a little sore, so I took it easy on her that night.

But on Saturday morning, as the sun crept through the window, I was inside her again.

She had spooned up against me in the night and when I awoke, to this luxurious girl laying next to me, I was instantly a steel rod. I ran my hand from her nipples to the tuft of hair above her slit. She moaned and pressed back into me. She was already wet and I easily guided myself into her, where I belonged.

I lost track of the number of times we made love that weekend. We didn't leave the apartment once. We never even put on clothes. Outside of quick trips to the bathroom, we were never even not touching. On Saturday, we made sandwiches for lunch and ate on the floor of the living room, talking and laughing with each other. For dinner, we simply had each other. I could live entirely on her essence.

On Sunday, we slept late, but I awoke to find her crawling on top of me, her long hair forming a tent around us. I lost all coherent thought when she reached down and grabbed ahold of me before sliding down onto my cock. I watched as it disappeared inside her.

That was the first time we came together, at the exact same time. I shot my sperm inside her while she arched her back and ground her hips against mine, with her clit rubbing against my pubic bone. Her hair dangled down her back, tickling my thighs.

By Sunday night, we were completely and utterly spent. We had given ourselves to each other in every way. We'd been siblings, brother and sister, the minute my family had adopted her. Then we'd grown to become best friends, sharing our hopes and thoughts with each other. Now we were lovers, completely engrossed with each other, completely unable to be apart.

Saying goodbye when I dropped her off on campus on Monday morning was an entirely different experience than any of our other goodbyes. There were no more nagging worries of if we'd see each other again soon. There was simply the resolute knowledge that we were no longer Mike or Savannah, individuals, we were always going to be Mike and Savy, together.

Have you ever been content in life?

It's easy to be happy from time to time, thrilled with the good times and pushing through the bad. But to be truly content, to have everything you need... that is rare, indeed.

By late October, the weather was cool, crisp. It was perfect for jeans and sweatshirts. Savy and I would hang out on the mall on campus in the early evenings. We'd help each other study, play Frisbee, or even hop into a pickup soccer game. Other times, we'd just pull a blanket around us and watch the world go by. When it was rainy or too cold, we'd sit in the student union. Every few weeks, we'd meet friends at the pub. We had a standing Friday lunch date with Jeff and his girlfriend, Mia, as she and Savy got along quite well.

Of course, Savy was doing great in her courses. I wouldn't let her grades suffer on account of me. No matter how much I wanted to be with her at all times, we both knew that she needed time to devote to her studies. I needed some time, too. I wasn't quite the student that she was, but I was pulling my weight in my graduate classes. Even work was going well enough, as more people got to know me and saw that I was capable of more than editing reports and taking notes in meetings.

The weekend before Thanksgiving break, Savy and I were packing things for the trip home to spend the holiday with mom. Inevitably, we got distracted, probably because she insisted on parading every pair of tight sweat pants or tiny pair of panties that she was packing in front of me. No, I wasn't complaining one bit.

We fell into bed with each other, naked. She must have been particularly wound up, because she immediately had her hands all over me and was lasciviously spreading her legs. I slid down beside her and placed small, tender kisses on her breasts, her nipples, her belly. Every few passes by, I'd flick my tongue across one of her nipples, which were standing up like little soldiers at attention.

I left a trail of kisses down her body, until her her soft pubic hair was tickling my lips. I shifted to the side and kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other. I briefly looked up and she was staring at me, her eyes as wide as I'd ever seen them. For all the times we'd made love, we hadn't been particularly adventurous. We didn't need to be, as we were completely fulfilled with just being together. As such, this was the first time I'd done this to her.

Savy opened her mouth to start to say something, but right as she did, my tongue made contact with her lips. I slid the tip of my tongue just the tiniest bit inside, then licked upward, the entire length of her slit, before flicking across her clit. The only sound she managed to make was, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

I moved away and licked the inside of her thigh again, deliciously close, but not quite touching her now quite moist womanhood. Then the other side. Back and forth I went. I'd given her one taste of the feeling, but now I denied her.

Savy's legs clenched and unclenched. She repeatedly mumbled incoherent combinations of "yes, "Mike", "more", and other words I couldn't decipher. It felt like an eternity. I wasn't sure who I was torturing more, her or me. I couldn't restrain myself any longer and again, I tasted her. "Ughhhh..." she grunted in satisfaction.

She was the sweetest, most incredible taste I'd ever known. A seven course meal by the top chefs in Europe couldn't have compared. My tongue quickened its pace, working furiously on her, spreading her lips and reaching inside to her inner parts. Small flicks, darting in and out, then long, smooth licks from one end of her to the other.

I made a point with the end of my tongue and penetrated slightly into her, all the while reaching up with hand, caressing her nipples and fondling her breasts. I took my time with each technique, before moving onto the next. I wanted her to get just used to each sensation, before enveloping her in a completely different feeling.

Her legs were now pinching together against my head. I had to let go of her supple breasts and wrap my hands around her thighs, just to keep her from snapping my neck. As I felt her getting closer and closer to release, each lick, each flicker of my tongue got closer and closer to the firm little nub that I knew would set her off.

Savy was completely lost, her head was tossing, the hair that wasn't trapped under her whipping back and forth. I knew it was time. Just as I pulled my tongue away from its last touch, so tantalizingly close, I leaned closer and sucked her clit between my lips and into my mouth, then flicked my tongue over it.

Her hips shot up from the bed and it was everything I could do to hold on.

An orgasm crashed into her like a tsunami. Her face was frozen, her mouth open but no sound came out. She completely gave herself over to the tidal wave of sensations and my face was soaked with her juices.

Right as her hips began slipping back down toward the bed, I made my next move. While continuing to hold her now on fire clit with my lips, rubbing it with my tongue, I reached my hand up and thrust two fingers inside of her.

She shrieked and her hips shot straight up into the air again. I had her trapped between the overstimulation my mouth was providing on her clit and the pressure of my two fingers inside of her on her G-spot. She was completely blindsided and a freight train hit her, as a second orgasm ran over her. I nearly came myself, listening to her groans, her moans, and her squeals. She was completely incapable of forming words. Her mind and body were out of her control.

Finally her orgasm subsided and her body collapsed. She was breathing so hard and fast, I was honestly worried about her. She held her hand over her mouth, then gently bit her fist as mini-aftershock orgasms washed through her. I waited, what felt like hours but was probably just a few minutes, for her to regain control. When she did, she pulled me up to her and her lips met mine. She kissed me, voraciously at first, then softening into a more passionate embrace.

"Holy shit, Mike." Savy wasn't one for swearing very often. "Holy... fucking... shit."

Damn, hearing her talk like that after what I'd just done to her was an incredible turn on. I was already a rock, but now I was a titanium rod.

Savy reached up and brushed my hair behind my ears, then pulled me down to her.

"Fuck me."

My body almost gave out, hearing that command from her.

She was more than wet enough. I moved between her legs and she spread them before wrapping them around my waist. I was completely inside her on the first thrust, my balls resting against her butt. We both groaned together.

"Hard."

One word. I obeyed. I pulled almost entirely out until just the tip of my head was inside her, then I slammed back into her with everything I had. Her eyes shot open and she stared directly into mine. Again, out... and slam. She kept staring at me.

"Harder," her lips moved, but barely made a sound.

I pounded into her as hard as I could. Every time I had almost pulled out of her, we both thrust into each other. I rammed my hard cock into her and she forced her hips up into me. The sounds of slapping flesh and sloshing fluids were obscene.

She pulled me down to her and bit onto my shoulder. I barely even felt it, from the sensations that were coursing through my body as I railed into this petite girl underneath me. I was driven to try and break her in half with my cock, if I could. Sweat was building up on both of us and my heart was trying to explode out of my chest. This wasn't a pace I could keep up for long.

Her hips were lifting off of the bed, giving me an even better angle to drive into her. This was easily the deepest I had ever gone. I was afraid I'd hurt her from the pounding, but she wasn't going to be denied. With every thrust, she wheezed that one word over and over.

"Harder."

"Harder."

She was barely making a sound, but it sounded like a thunderbolt in my ear.

I could feel my semen starting to rise within me. My muscles were exhausted from giving her everything I had. She couldn't even form words anymore, she was simply gasping for air. Suddenly she closed her eyes and wailed

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

I felt her juices soak me amid the lewd sound of my cock pounding into her. Her vaginal muscles contracted around me as her body tensed. I convulsed inside of her, spraying my entire load throughout her gaping hole. When she felt the first burst, she opened her eyes and stared straight into mine, as I released the rest of my seed inside her.

Finally, I collapsed and slipped out of her, falling beside her.

I could hear nothing over the pounding of my heart. I tried to suck in as much air as I could.

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and she was above me, smiling. I could barely make out her words, "My Mike... my Mike..." She cuddled down next to me and we slept.

The next morning, we never even said anything to each other. We were just smiles and kisses, touching each other's hands, quick hugs as we passed each other getting ready. We both went about our day.

The next few evenings, we were too spent from our weekend romp to do much. We held each other and slept in each other's arms.

On Wednesday, Savy texted me that she was ready to be picked up on campus, so I drove over. Savy met me at the door to her dorm, with a kiss, and we went up to grab some of her things for the trip. After putting them in the car, I asked Savy if she wanted to go for a walk and she said sure.We made our way across campus, with me steering us towards the front of the library. After a quick pat on Testudo's nose, we walked down the Mall and to the fountain. I sat down on the edge of the now-empty fountain and pulled Savy onto my lap. I looked at her and smiled, which she returned with that tremendous and stunning smile of hers. Since it was chilly, this late in November, I decided to get right to the point.

"You know, this is where you became my girlfriend."

"That was an awfully good night," she responded.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small box.

"I was really hoping, this would be the place where you agreed to become my wife, too."

I flipped open the box and pulled out a ring, a small diamond, set in white gold, flanked by two small rubies. The red and white of Maryland.

I took Savy's hand. She was trembling as I slid the ring onto her finger.

She looked me in the eye and pressed her forehead to mine.

"Yes, yes, yes. I love you."

I took her hand in mine and felt the ring I had just put on her finger, then we kissed.

"Let's go home."

Savy and I made our way back to the car, holding hands, with her body pressed right against me. Before long, we were on the road, heading for the Bay Bridge and back to the Eastern Shore, this time as a couple, having made a lifelong promise to each other.

We talked on the way home. We knew that mom would be uncomfortable. On the one hand, we'd grown up as brother and sister. That's an emotional relationship that can't be discounted. On the other hand, Savy was adopted. She was our family, but this wasn't that kind of relationship. We figured that whatever discomfort she had could be worked through.

A few hours later, we were turning into mom's driveway. The light above the porch was on and so was the light in the living room. As we pulled up to the house, mom came outside and waved at us. She was obviously happy that her babies were home.

We got out and both walked over to give her a hug.

"Oh, it's so good to have you both back."

I answered, "It's good to be back, mom. You know we're both Eastern Shore lovers at heart."

I grabbed the bags out of the car while Savy and mom chit-chatted and took them inside. Once we were all inside, we settled into the living room.

Mom started, "Tell me. How's school going? For both of you. And your job, Mike? I want to know everything."

Savy, sitting to my right, waited for me to answer mom.

"Well, it's all good, but I actually have some pretty big news to tell you."

"Oh, really?"

"I met a girl."

Mom's eyes brightened up. She'd been asking me for years if I were in a serious relationship and none had ever really been important enough to mention to her.

"Do tell!"

"Well, she's great. She's perfect, even. I really can't even describe it. I guess the only thing I can say is that... I asked her to marry me and she said yes."

Mom broke into a smile and her hands shot up in the air. "Oh my god, who is she?!?!"

I held out my hand. Savy took her hand out of her pocket and placed it in mine, with her engagement ring in full view.

What happened next was almost in slow motion. Mom's eyes went down and saw our hands and Savy's ring. Her face completely drained of all color. She brought her hand up to her mouth and we could barely make out what she gasped.

"Oh no."I couldn't believe what I had done. My lips were pressed against Mike's, my brother's, lips. I just acted on pure instinct.

In an instant, everything was running through my mind, memories and feelings. Especially feelings that I had never been consciously aware of before.

I pulled away from Mike. I didn't want to, but I had to. His eyes were wide in shock. What had I done?

I lifted my hand to his cheek.

He parted his lips and started, "Savy..."

I cut him off. I didn't let him finish. I couldn't let him finish right now because I was too afraid of what he'd say.

"I'll see you soon."

I was out of the car. I set my sights on the door to my dorm, where I could disappear. By the time I reached it, I was squeezing my eyes tight to hold back tears.

I made it to my dorm room and collapsed on my bed. Fortunately, I was alone.

I didn't want to be alone. I wanted Mike to be there with me. That particular thought was terrifying to me. There was no denying how close Mike and I had gotten, especially over the last several months, and then last night, I slept in his arms.

It was obvious now that I was drawn to him and for quite some time, based on my actions. I was drawn to him more than I should have been, but to admit to myself that my feelings had crossed a line that isn't supposed to be crossed... it was too much.

I buried my face in my pillow and I cried. At some point, I had sobbed myself to exhaustion and I fell asleep.

I awoke a few hours later. I got off of my bed and looked in the mirror. My eyes were still red and my hair was a mess. After a trip to the bathroom, with my head held low to let my hair cover my face, I was back in my room and feeling at least somewhat human. I changed into clean clothes, jeans and a t-shirt.

I turned on my computer and checked my email. Nothing from Mike. I checked my phone and it was the same. In a way, it relieved me that there wasn't a long message from him telling me that he couldn't spend time with me anymore.

I sat staring blankly at my screen for a few minutes, then opened a new email to Mike. I got as far as typing, "Mike," before stopping. My thoughts were racing, but my fingers refused to move. I started and deleted that email a dozen times, at least.

I went back to sit on my bed. I had to slow myself down.

Mike.

He was my big brother. I had known that since as long as I could remember. He had been there to help me with homework at the end of the day, when mom was working long hours to provide for us. He had been there when I played in my first concert and was almost too nervous to stand in front of the audience. He had been there when I didn't feel like I fit in at school.

He had become my best friend and whatever problem I had, with school or friends, he listened to me. When Aly and I had a huge fight in eighth grade and it felt like our friendship was over, he talked me through it. Even after he went away to college and I was still navigating high school, he didn't forget about me.

When did I start to feel more?

During my senior year, I'd definitely become more confident in myself, not just knowing that I'd get the grades or play violin well. No, as I began to shed my childhood awkwardness physically, I think I had become more comfortable with myself. I still didn't have the confidence to simply walk up to a boy and ask him out, but... did I already know that I was falling for Mike?

No, down that path lay madness. Hindsight isn't 20-20. It's still clouded by emotions, from both then and now. Did it even matter when, anymore? The fact is that I had kissed Mike. I had done so because I had never felt closer to anyone and it felt completely natural to do so.

Did he feel the same way about me? I didn't know, even if it seemed like he'd been as comfortable around me as I had been around him. That was terrifying, as was knowing that however he felt, our course was set and it would have to be discussed.

We would talk and then I would know. As complicated as everything was, what was next was as simple as that. Still, I knew the rest of the day would inch by, slowly.

I set about organizing the rest of my things. Classes would start tomorrow and that would at least give me something to focus on for a bit. I eventually got all of my books, notebooks, and the rest of my things in order.

I'd settled down enough to realize that I was quite hungry and I decided to venture out to the dining hall for the first time.

I stepped outside and the campus was beautiful. The sky was azure and a slight breeze rustled the leaves in the trees. The grass, bushes, and flower beds were perfectly manicured. Being outside lifted a bit of the weight off of my shoulders.

At the dining hall, I didn't feel much like sitting and eating there, so I grabbed a noodle bowl and made my way back towards my dorm. I spotted a picnic table and sat down before starting in on my dinner. I took my time, nibbling more than eating, but I did manage to finish most of it.

Back inside, I knew it was getting close to time for Mike to be leaving work. I got on my computer and tried to breathe deeply to calm myself. After some time, I saw the notification that Mike had logged on. I opened a chat window and sighed.

"Hey there."

It didn't take long for him to respond. "Hey."

I typed in, "You busy tonight?"

"No. I just got some sushi for dinner. Planning on just watching the O's game."

I wanted to see him, desperately. "Can you pick me up?"

"You don't want to hang out at your dorm? Or with your roomie?"

No, I didn't. She'd sent me an email, anyway, and wasn't going to be in.

"She's going to some frat party and everyone in the dorm is mostly hanging out in their own rooms with their roomies. You don't want to see me?"

I was terrified that he'd say he didn't.

"Not at all, of course I want to see you. But I want you to meet new people, too."

"How about you come over and we can hang out here. Then if anyone wants to meet us, they can."

Us. That word looked different to me now.

Mike responded, "I can do that. I'll be there in twenty, okay?"

I smiled to myself. I was nervous, but... hopeful?

"See you soon."

That was an impossibly long twenty minutes. Finally, my phone buzzed and I saw the text that he was here. I went downstairs and popped my head out the door. I saw Mike and waved at him.

As he approached the door, I held out my hand for him. He took it and came into my dorm. I felt his hand start to pull away, the normal letting go, but I held on. I interlocked my fingers with his, feeling how much larger his hand was than mine. They were strong, from his years of wrestling. I watched as his eyes went down to our hands, then back up to me, but he didn't pull away.

I couldn't help but smile.

I led Mike upstairs to the lounge on my floor, which was empty, then to my room. When we stepped inside, I asked, "You like?"

He grinned. "Yeah, it's very OCD... so, you know, very Savy."

I'm not OCD. I just like things to be where they belong. I punched him on the shoulder.

Mike turned to face me and asked, "So, how much of the campus have you seen?"

"Um, just what I saw walking to the dining hall for dinner."

He asked if I wanted to go for a walk and my heart started to quicken. I knew that we were going to talk. My mind raced over every move he made. How were his eyes, those beautiful eyes, looking at me? Was he standing close to me? Far? Was he holding my hand like a brother? Like a friend? Like...

I said that I would like to and we stepped outside. I let go of Mike's hand and locked my door, then we went downstairs. Once we were outside, I moved next to him again and slid my hand back into his. Again, he didn't pull away. He didn't squeeze my hand, exactly, but he held it... comfortably.

We walked towards the library and in front of it, where a statue of Testudo sits out front. We are both Terps, so we rubbed him on the nose. As nervous as I was, it almost felt like we'd done this a hundred times before.

Mike started to take the lead a little bit, guiding us. We went down the stairs in front of the library and onto the grass of the mall. I love the feel of grass on my feet and between my toes. I kicked off my sandals and bent down to pick them up.

Halfway down the mall, we got to the fountain. Mike sat down, still holding my hand, and I sat next to him, moving close to him. I heard him sigh.

That sigh almost crushed me.

I looked up at him and asked, "Are you mad at me?"

His face, a mixture of concern and... was that sadness?... softened. He smiled gently at me.

"Oh, honey... I'm not mad at you at all. How could I be mad at you?"

He wasn't mad at me. My eyes widened and I could feel words starting to bubble up my throat.

"I kissed you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just... we're finally here and... together."

It felt like everything inside of me was trying to be said at once. We'd talked for years about both going to Maryland. We'd shared our dreams with each other. What do you do when you're finally there, you're achieving your dreams, and with a person that you care about?

It was starting to get to be too much and I could feel my eyes filling with tears.

Mike bent down and then he kissed my forehead. My mind was briefly blank, exhausted from running over years of memories and what felt like hundreds of emotions. He took hold of my hand between both of his, then reached around my shoulder.

"Savy, I wasn't expecting that. You caught me completely off-guard. I just... you're my best friend. You're my sister."

I felt like that word was all that was standing between us. But what was it? I wasn't denying to myself that we had that relationship, but it wasn't completely insurmountable... at least I thought.

I tried to answer him, to reassure him, but only a whisper came out, "Adopted..."

"Yeah, I know, but we still grew up together. I mean, there's an emotional bond there, right?"

Maybe it was insurmountable, to him.

"Yeah..."

He went on, "But I also know that when I went away to college, I looked forward to our chats every night. I missed you. I really did. And... even though I dated, I never really fell for anyone."

A lump formed in my throat, but I didn't want to interrupt him.

"Then I came home this summer and you were... we were... always together. That month was, honestly, the best time of my life. When I'm around you, I can't think of anything else and when I'm not around you, I can't think of anything other than the next time I'll be with you."

I was on the verge of tears again, but was he saying...?

"Mike, we're here now... together."

"We are. And I don't want to be anywhere else."

My heart, previously pounding inside of me, stopped. I watched as he released my hand and his fingers moved closer to my face, then was touching me. He gently turned my chin up, so that we were looking straight at each other, nowhere to hide. I searched his face, his eyes, which looked greener at night as the blue faded away. Even in the darkness, I could see the flecks of gold.

Then he was moving closer to me... and we kissed.

He kissed me and my body almost gave out. He was gentle, but he held me up close to him. Unlike last time, we didn't break the kiss. I felt his lips part, but still against mine. Then the soft and moist feeling of his tongue on my lips. I melted. Our lips parted a bit and I struggled to maintain contact. I couldn't bear the thought of any space between us.

He gently stroked my hair as he continued holding me and kissing me. I turned my body towards him, then lifted myself onto his lap. I ran my hand around his ear, letting my fingers brush through his hair. My other arm wrapped around his back and I pulled myself as close to him as I could. It felt good to be in his arms. He held me firmly.

As wonderful as all of these feelings were, with the darkness of night had come a chill in the air. I pulled just an inch away from him and said, "It's getting chilly."

Mike pressed his forehead against mine.

"I don't think I'm ready to let you go."

I didn't want him to let me go. I never wanted to be anywhere else other than in his arms. I looked up at him, pressed my lips against his quickly and lightly, and then made eye contact.

"Then don't."

I stood up and my feet found my sandles. I reached to Mike and my fingers were intertwined with his again. He stood next to me. His height comforted me. I was only 5' tall and the top of my head barely approached his shoulders on his 5'11" frame.

We walked back towards my dorm.

I would have thought my mind would have been racing. Everything had changed between us. We'd jumped over the edge, together. That was the important part. We were doing this together and I was surprisingly calm.

The only thing that my mind focused on at that point was the two of us. My hand, enveloped by his, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around mine, reassuring me with their presence. Our steps, slow, steady, unhurried. I pressed myself against his arm.

We got to the dorm and there were some other people hanging out in the lounge, laughing with each other, so instead of taking the elevator I angled us towards the stairs. Up we went to my room.

At my door, I turned towards Mike. I had to stand on my toes to reach up to him and was still not quite tall enough, so I reached behind his head and pulled him down to me. We kissed, deeply, passionately, lovingly. I wanted to taste his lips again and feel his tongue sliding against mine. His hands ran up and down my back, while his chest and hips pressed against me. It felt wonderful.

I unlocked the door and we went inside. I wanted to reassure Mike that this was exactly what I wanted, where I wanted to be. I said simply, "Lay down." He went over and sat on the edge of my bed before moving against the wall and laying down. He never took his eyes off of me.

I grabbed some sleeping clothes out of my dresser, but suddenly it just felt a little awkward to change in front of Mike. Our relationship, on this level anyway, was just an hour old or so, so I moved over towards my closet and stood behind the door.

I changed from my jeans to shorts and I could sense that he was watching me. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, his eyes were fixed on me. I blushed to myself, but I had to admit that it turned me on that he was that interested in me.

I pulled on a t-shirt, one of those nice fitted women's style shirts with a Maryland logo on the front, and went to him.

I was laying next to Mike, the first time we'd consciously chosen to lay down together, and faced him. I could barely see him in the darkness of my room. I rested my hand on his face, feeling his jaw and his smooth skin. I liked that he shaved every day.

I moved closer to him and kissed him. His lips were thin, but soft. They parted and our tongues were against each other again, tickling each other and learning the other's touch. I ran my hands through his hair, thick and smooth. I loved the feeling of his hair on my fingers. The long bits that slid through them and the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

His arms wrapped around me, that already familiar embrace, different than even this past summer. His body was warm and I was completely content to rest against him, to feel his hands holding my back and my hips.

Our lips separated from each other and then Mike kissed my nose, then my forehead.

He whispered to me, "Goodnight, Savy."

"Goodnight, Mike."

One change, one monumental change. Whether it had been building for years, months, or days, it was the most incredible thing to happen in my life.

I buried my face into his chest and we slept.

__________

I dozed in that soft dream world between sleep and consciousness. I heard a slight jingling. Keys? The door clicked and I briefly panicked. Who was coming into my room?

I turned my face towards the door and a girl walked in. I remembered where I was. College. My dorm room. In bed, with Mike.

"Oh, hi! I assume you're Savannah or I'm in the wrong room."

I could feel myself blushing. I had never kissed a guy before and now the first time my roommate meets me, I'm in bed with a guy... well, not just any guy, Mike. My Mike.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes.

"Hi... yeah, I'm Savy. Savannah."

"I'm Amy."

We'd emailed a bit over the summer, after we were paired in the dorm, but this was the first time we'd seen each other.

"... and who's this?" Her eyes were on Mike.

I blushed harder. "This is Mike. He's my..." A small lump caught in my throat. "... my boyfriend." I hastily added, "From back home."

I squeezed Mike's hand under the covers and he squeezed back.

Amy continued while moving about the room collecting some things, "Hi, Mike. You go here, too?"

Mike answered her, "Uh, yeah. Actually doing my master's."

Amy grinned at the two of us. I guess she was a little surprised that her freshman roommate was dating a graduate student.

"Well, I'm just gonna grab my bag for my first class. I'll be out of your hair in a minute."

I tucked my face under the covers with Mike. He was grinning at me.

Amy called out, "You guys have fun!" and I heard the door close.

I closed my eyes, so happy to be in Mike's arms. I felt him press his lips against one eye, then the other, then my nose. I loved the feeling of his light, tender kisses. His lips were on mine and I was lost in him again.

After some time, I sighed. I had classes to go to, too. I mumbled, "Classes," under my breath and slowly climbed out of bed. I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to.

Mike stood next to me and pulled me in close for a hug.

"I've gotta get to work. I hope you have fun at your classes today."

I wasn't sure how I'd be able to concentrate, after the turn my life had taken in such a short time. It's hard to concentrate when you're floating a mile off the ground.

I looked into Mike's blue and green eyes and smiled, "I'll be thinking of you."

"And I'll be thinking of you, too." He looked over towards my desk and I guess he saw my schedule, because he continued, somewhat teasingly, "... but you'd better be thinking just a little bit about Calculus, too."

I reached up and swatted him lightly on the nose. "Of course."

He kissed me goodbye and then was out the door. I was alone in my room again, but not alone in my head. He was still with me there, even if we had to be apart for a bit.

I went to my closet and pulled out a towel and my shower basket before heading down the hall to the bathroom. I stopped in front of the sink to look at myself in the mirror. The reflection was me. Same eyes, same nose, same long, wavy hair, but the face in the mirror looked and felt like a completely different person. She looked... jubilant.

In the shower, I sighed as the hot water ran over my body. I closed my eyes and stood there, smiling like a fool. I washed my hair and squeezed body soap into my loofah. As I ran it over my body, I wondered what it would feel like to know Mike's eyes were on my naked body. I'd only ever thought of myself as a short, scrawny girl, but now I was more comfortable and confident. I wanted to feel his hands on my bare back, to feel his fingertips brushing up and down my spine while I pressed against his chest.

I'd seen him in his board shorts, of course. At the time, I'd teased him about how white he was, especially compared to my own creamy tan complexion. I closed my eyes and remembered the last time I'd seen him like that. He was skinny, like me, but there was a fine outline of his pectoral muscles, then a hint of his abs. His hair was normally dark brown, but after a summer of doing chores outside and walking on the boardwalk, it turned much lighter, sandy. During the day, under the bright sky and beside the ocean, the blue in his eyes came out much more. He was like a chameleon, changing to perfectly match the environment around him.I moaned.

I opened my eyes and stopped. My left hand was on my breast, gently massaging it. My right hand was rubbing at the wet hair between my legs.

I smiled to myself and finished rinsing off before stepping out of the shower and drying myself. I wrapped my hair in another towel and padded back to my room. I slipped into a pair of khaki shorts, as it was quite lovely outside, and my usual comfortable t-shirt. I pulled my hair behind me into a ponytail, that still hung halfway down my back.

I left my room and made my way down the mall to my first class as a college student, which was Calculus. It was standard fare for a first class, covering the syllabus and expectations, laying out the balance between lectures and discussion sessions, stuff like that.

I was glad it was an eleven o'clock class. Since I'd come to Maryland with quite a few college credits under my belt from my advanced placement classes, I had a very high priority number for registration and had been able to schedule most of my classes in blocks in the late morning or early afternoon.

After Calculus, I had an hour break, so I went for lunch at the dining hall. I ate by myself, though I did recognize a few faces from my dorm. I'd introduce myself to some people later, but today I was completely lost in my own mind, remembering the feeling of Mike's lips pressed against mine. His tender kisses. His passion, for me.

I went to my next class at one, then my final class of the day at two. When I got back to the dorm, my room was open and Amy was sitting at her desk. As I walked in, she poked her head up from a book and smiled at me.

"Hey there, Savannah."

"Hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you."

"Oh, it's no problem. Just my first bit of reading. English Lit majors... nothing but reading, I think."

"Hehe, yeah."

I set my things on my desk and sat down before turning to face Amy.

"Um, I hope you didn't mind that I had Mike here."

"Honey, I saw him. That's no problem at all. I wasn't here anyway."

I blushed at her compliment of Mike.

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure. He has an apartment off campus, so you don't have to worry about seeing him here all the time. I'll try to let you know and ask if it's okay before he stays here."

"Don't worry about it. Just hang a sock on the door if you need some privacy."

She grinned at me and I could feel my face heat up, now completely blushing.

I turned back to my desk and set about arranging papers, notebooks, syllabi, and assigned reading for my classes that I'd had that day. After a couple hours of that and lounging around, my phone buzzed with a text from Mike. Before long, I was waiting out front for him.

I dropped my things into the car and got in next to him, then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Feeling my lips press against his skin still sent me completely atwitter, but in a different way than it did yesterday. I wasn't nervous anymore. We were together now.

We chatted on the way to his apartment and when we got inside, I saw that he had cleaned up. After ordering a pepperoni and mushroom pizza for dinner, we turned on the O's game and plopped onto the loveseat.

We mostly just gently cuddled during the game, but we kept stealing glances at each other. I'd look at him and he'd be focused on the current at bat. His jaw sometimes clenching when an Oriole struck out. I had my legs curled up under me and was cuddled up against his arm, which was resting on my thigh, gently stroking it. I was very relaxed.

At the end of the game, I got up and went into the bathroom with my bag. I changed into sleeping clothes and Mike was still sitting on the loveseat.

"Ready for bed?" I asked.

He smiled and turned off the TV and the light, then went into the bathroom. I curled up in his... our?... bed. When he came into the bedroom, he took off his shirt and started taking off his shorts before pausing. He kind of looked at me, unsure if he should continue. I just smiled to let him know it was okay and he finished stripping down to his boxers before sliding into bed next to me.

He turned on his side to face me. I scooted closer to him and kissed him. It was wonderful to be in his arms, to feel his lips parting and that first glancing touch of our tongues. Before long, we were passionately going at each other, our mouths wrestling to limit any space between us. I was incredibly worked up; my nipples were hard little nubs, pressing through my shirt against his chest, and I could feel a comfortable wetness growing between my legs.

I strove to be closer to him, with not an inch between us. As my hips gently rocked towards his, I could feel his hardness pressing against my leg.

Mike's hand drifted from my hip, pulling me to him, up towards my back, under my tank top. The touch of his fingers on my skin was electric. I was absolutely aroused, but that was setting the fine hairs of my body on edge. At one point, his hand was down towards the top of my butt and I had to stifle a giggle. He'd found one of my tickle spots and I knew I was going to suffer for that later. He didn't press it this time.

Our bodies were moving against each other now, aching for each other. He continued intensely kissing me, his head sometimes shifting left or right before locking his lips back to mine and allowing our tongues to find each other again.

He broke our kiss and locked his eyes onto mine. I could barely make out the multitude of colors in the dark.

In a low voice, he said, "Savy, you are everything to me and as many times as I've told you before, it's different now."

I ached to hear what he would say.

"I love you. I've loved you as my sister and I've loved you as my best friend. Now I love you as a part of me... and I can never lose that."

The emotion welling up inside of me was completely overwhelming.

"I love you too, Mike."

He was right, it was the first time we said those words and had that particular meaning behind them. We'd been close for as long as I could remember. We'd loved each other. Now we were in love.

I lifted my hand to his face, his adorable face, and pulled him to me.

We stayed there, in each other's embrace. When sleep came, I was completely enveloped in his arms, as it should be.

__________

Oh my goodness, the time flew by. Every night, we fell asleep together and every day we woke up together. Words can take on a different meaning as your life changes, a different emphasis in your mind. Together. Us. We.

Even when Mike and I were physically apart, him at work or in one of his classes or me at my own classes, knowing what our relationship now was ensured that we were together in our minds. Head over heels is a popular, and accurate, description of what we had.

School was going well. I'd worked hard in high school and was prepared for the transition to what college professors expected. It wasn't easy, per se, as I wanted to still push myself to get the best scores possible on every assignment, paper, and test, but I wasn't overwhelmed.

Amy and I got to know each other a bit more, too. We were friendly, if not besties. Given how some of the other girls on the floor treated their roommates, we were pretty grateful for our amicable relationship. Still, she was a bit more of a partier, looking for the next hot guy. I didn't fault her for that, though it certainly wasn't what I was looking for. She'd invite Mike and I to go with her sometimes, but that just wasn't our scene.

I also met some other students in the dorm. About half the students were from the United States and the other half were from around the world, which was the intention of the international dorm.

We had various social activities in the lounges and I got to know Maria, who was born in the Philippines. While we did share a heritage, I had no real ties to Filipino culture. It was pretty good learning a bit of Tagalog from her. The best was when her aunt and uncle, who she lived with during high school in the States, would visit and bring home cooked meals, like pancit palabok. There was a group of us that got along well, including Alexei, from Ukraine, and Laura, from England. When we'd finished classes in the afternoon, we'd often sit in the lounge and play cards or just chat.

Every evening, either after work or after his own classes, Mike would come pick me up. Sometimes we'd spend time on campus. He'd play cards with my little group of friends, we'd just walk around, or we'd go to the dining hall since my credits had to get used up anyway, and we'd enjoy fall settling over the university.

I loved it there. I think a lot of people can imagine the quintessential college campus in their mind, all bricks and columns, grassy spaces and statues. That's the University of Maryland. It's this little jewel sitting in the otherwise bland suburbs of DC.

We'd eventually end up back at Mike's apartment, which he was increasingly referring to as "our apartment", something that pleased me to no end. We'd gone to the nearby Ikea and started buying some things to make it look a little more homey. I was shy at first about spending his money, but he assured me that it was no financial burden and he wanted to start building a home with me. Either way, we ended up with a proper living room and dining room, plus a second desk in the bedroom for me to use whenever I had schoolwork to do. He cleared out space in his closet and an ever larger percentage of my clothes started migrating to our apartment, too.

After we'd eaten and gotten our work done, we always made time to end up on the sofa together, comfortably ensconced in each other's embrace. Of course, it was pretty much impossible for me to be that close to him and not end up in his lap, kissing him while he ran his hands over my body.

I adored everything about him. The feeling of his firm hands and arms around me. The look on his face when I smiled at him, like it was the only thing he needed in life. The bits of gold in his blue and green eyes. His taut chest pressed against mine. The feel of his heartbeat. The way he worried about me, wanting to make sure nothing was holding me back from success.

And of course, we would fall asleep together. I'd curl up, my back to his chest, and he'd wrap himself around me. I was tiny compared to him, but it was like I was made for him, his own personal little body pillow. He'd lay on his back and I'd rest my head on his chest. We'd face each other on our sides and press our foreheads together. The last thing I'd remember every night would be him telling me he loved me.

One day, Mike asked me if I'd like to meet some of his friends. To be honest, we'd been so lost in each other, that I hadn't really given much thought to whether he was seeing his friends often enough or not. I felt a little guilty for that. As much as I loved him telling me that I was everything to him, I did want him to still have things, good things, in his life other than me. So, of course I said that I'd love to meet them. I was curious who he'd spent those years away from me with.

After my classes the next day, I set about getting myself ready. Mike and I were relative homebodies, so I hadn't had much opportunity to dress up or really pretty myself for him. He always told me he loved a girl in jeans and a nice, tight-fitting t-shirt. I was pretty happy to oblige that. Still, I enjoyed putting on a dress from time to time, too.

I pulled out my favorite sundress, a deep royal blue, and laid it on my bed. I selected a pair of white panties. There was no need for a bra. Simple black sandals would complete my ensemble.

After a shower, I dried my hair and slipped into my panties. I briefly looked at myself in the full length mirror on my closet door. Petite and lithe. Soft and supple skin. My long hair was much more wavy now and reached past my belly button. My breasts firm and accentuated by my slim waist and flat stomach. My nipples, standing up at the thought of Mike seeing me tonight. I wanted his eyes on me.

After getting dressed, I again checked myself in the mirror. I wanted to be flawless. I left my hair free, instead of tying it up in a bun or a ponytail, because I knew Mike liked it that way the best. I used just a very brief touch of lipstick and makeup. Mom had taught me that with my skin tone and my natural lip color, I didn't need to cover myself up. I breathed deeply and locked my door before going downstairs.

My phone buzzed with a message from Mike that he was waiting for me. I stepped outside and spotted him in his car, so I started walking towards him. I got to the car and even though he was looking right at me, the door was locked when I tried it. I knocked on the window.

"You gonna let me in?"

After a second, he unlocked the door. As I got in, I smiled to myself.

Mike faced me. "Savy, you're... unbelievable."

Mission accomplished on the outfit. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head.

"Oh, is this not okay? Should I change?" I said in as innocent of a voice as I could muster. He looked a bit shocked, thinking I'd honestly misunderstood him and started to saying something, but I cut in, "You're doing okay yourself," and smiled at him.

He did look good. He'd lost the baggy cargo pants that I always remembered from high school and now wore a well-fitted pair of jeans, that I hoped would accentuate his adorable butt when he got out of the car. He had on a very light grey dress shirt that fit him perfectly, slightly tapering in at his waist. Over that, a darker grey blazer. His typically unruly hair was pulled back more, and I could see his bright face. I wanted to just sit outside on the grass and stare at him for hours.

I leaned over and kissed him. "Ready?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

We were at the pub shortly. After we parked, I got out of the car before Mike and waited in front of it for him. He got out and I held out my hand for him, which he took. I started to turn and walk towards the pub, but he pulled me back to him and kissed me.

He said softly, "I love you," and smiled at me.

I was hopelessly lost in this man. I brushed some hair away from his eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you, too."

He took my hand and it felt wonderful to have my slim fingers engulfed in his strong hand.

When we got inside, Mike stood on his toes to view the bar and look for his friends. A bunch of guys yelled out, "Mike!" and we made our way over to them. I walked by Mike's side, proud to be seen with him and proud that he'd want to be seen with me. A blonde guy, taller than Mike, popped off his stool and greeted Mike.

"Well now we know why we never see Mike anymore!"

Everyone at the table laughed and I turned bright red.

Mike introduced me to everyone, who in turn smiled at me and, not too subtly, checked me out. Ugh! More blushing.

Jeff, the tall blonde and Mike's best friend, offered his stool to me. Mike stood behind me, never for a second not having at least one hand touching me. I loved that he seemed to be letting his alpha male side show and was establishing that I was his. Mike, being a beer snob, ordered some brew I'd never heard of and I got a coke.

It was good to see Mike with his friends. We'd spent so much time together, I was sure that he missed having nights out with them. Listening to them banter, tossing old memories at each other, was fun. Every time their attention turned to me, I'd blush and Mike would move closer. I wonder if he was even doing it consciously.

I should add that these were some incredibly smart guys. They were all physics majors, although with different specialties, at Maryland. Even the one who seemed to be a bit of a drinker and trouble maker came across as very intelligent.

After a few hours, Mike squeezed my thigh under the table and I smiled at him. It was time to go. Jeff walked us to the door and gave me a hug. He grabbed Mike's shoulder and got a serious look on his face, before telling him, "You'd better not lose her, man."

I squeezed Mike's hand. I wasn't planning on being away from him, so he really didn't have much of a choice anymore. I chuckled to myself.

Mike responded, "Don't worry, I'm not letting her go anywhere."

We went out to the car and were soon parking at the apartment. As soon as we stepped inside and shut the door, I turned to face Mike. I told him that I enjoyed the evening and meeting his friends. He told me that it was good to see them, but I'd undoubtedly been the star of the evening.

I pulled him close to me for a kiss. "Let's go to bed."

After our regular routine of changing and getting ready for bed, we laid next to each other. I was lost in his eyes as usual. I had to kiss him... and I did. Every time our lips met, since the first time, my body would go weak.

Mike's hands were wandering over my body, resting gently on my hips, my back, my butt, my cheek, sometimes stroking my hair. It was having a strong effect on me, combined with his incredible kissing. My nipples were straining against my shirt and I could feel dampness spreading in my panties.

I leaned back from Mike, so that I could look into his eyes.

"Mike, I'm ready."

My body was aching for him. I'd never been intimate with anyone other than him. I had no idea what to expect of the next level of intimacy. I just wanted him.

I reached my hand down between us, running my finger down his chest, to his hip, his thigh, and then I touched him. I'd felt his erection rubbing against me before, but I'd never touched it, other than maybe a few brushes. I wasn't entirely sure what to do.

I used my finger to lightly rub the entire length through his boxers, from where it met his body, to the very tip. I hoped it would feel good for him and the groans from him were a good sign.

Mike's hand had moved around from my butt to my stomach and his fingers were working their way into my top. As soon as his finger touched my bare skin, my racing heart skipped a beat and I felt the muscles between my legs convulse. My panties were utterly soaked.

His hand moved agonizingly slow up my belly. He brushed the bottom of my breast and then ran his finger across me, following the line of my breasts from one side to the other. I felt another small spasm in my vagina.

His fingers wandered, one by one, across my breasts. Oh how I wanted him to touch my nipples, to rub them. He came so close, millimeters away, before wandering away. Then his fingers were back and they gently squeezed on my nipple. I moaned. Another spasm.

I stopped kissing him and whispered in his year, "Yes, Mike." He was driving me absolutely insane with lust.

I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he didn't. His lips moved past my chin to my neck. Soft kisses, just brushes of his lips against my skin. Further, he kissed at the top of the ravine between my breasts. I felt his body shift, putting space between us that I didn't want, then his lips on my belly. Another spasm, stronger.

I couldn't begin to describe what was happening to me. My body was responding to his touch on pure instinct. I could feel my hips rocking against him. His chest now rubbing against my thighs.

His fingers grasped at my tank top and slowly pulled it up my body, his lips tracing closely behind. I was now exposed. I reached my arms up and he removed my shirt completely. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I clutched at his shirt and he lifted his arms.

In the soft light of the room, I could just make out his chest, his taut abs, the slight protrusion of his hip bones at his waist. As I brought my hands down from taking his shirt off, I ran them over his lean muscles, feeling the soft hair on his chest and stomach between my fingers.

He moved back down to me and kissed me with a fervor that took my breath away. My breasts, topped by my hard, sensitive nipples, pressed against his skin. I ran my hands up and down his back, letting my fingernails gently scratch along his spine. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. I wanted to feel it inside me.

Again he pulled his lips away from mine before kissing down my body. Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my nipple, a short little flick of his tongue. Another spasm between my legs. I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

His lips brushed over my chest, back and forth. I felt him pull away and was going to push his head back toward me when his mouth wrapped around one of my nipples and he began sucking. I grunted with the largest spasm I'd had yet. My muscles were contracting completely beyond my control.

I was lost in what he was doing, a flood of sensations running from wherever he touched me throughout my body. He moved back and forth between my breasts. I could feel his lips, his tongue, even his teeth. Uhhhggg... another spasm.

His hands were working my body. Everywhere that his lips couldn't be, his hands were. My breasts, my waist, my hips, my butt, my thighs. I wanted him to touch me so bad. I wanted his fingers between my legs, to feel how wet I was for him.

It was too much. I needed him. "Take off my shorts," I commanded him.

He moved away from me and sat above me. His hands ran down my body and gripped the waist of my shorts. They were pulled down, too slowly for how badly I now needed him. His fingers hooked inside my panties and they followed my shorts away from me. I could feel the cool air run over my pubic hair. I lifted my hips and I was naked.

He held my leg and pressed his lips against it. Small, furtive kisses were mixed with deeper, firmer kisses as he moved back up my leg. My eyes rolled back in my head. I spasmed again and moaned.

Mike moved back to me, laying beside me. His hands, which my breasts were sorely missing, back on me. As soon as he touched me again, another spasm.

His finger traced a line down my body, until I could feel it running through the soft hair between my legs. Please put it in me, please. I begged silently.

He touched my thighs, my hips, everywhere but where I needed him to. I was aching with lust. It was almost painful, this torture.

Ungh... his finger was at my entrance. The strongest spasm yet.

It moved up, the entire length of my slit. I spread my legs. I screamed in my head for him to be inside me.

He reached my clit and rubbed a gentle circle around it, but not touching it. My legs spread and my muscles contracted again.

He worked his way back down, spreading my natural lubrication as he went. Back up and again he came so close to that tender spot, but didn't touch it. I was delirious. Again and again, Down. Up. So close. Give it to me, dammit!

I wanted to tell him how much I needed it. I could feel so much pressure inside me. I couldn't stand this torture. All I could say was his name, over and over, begging him.

Every time his finger slid up or down me, those small convulsions, growing inside of me. If he'd just touch my clit one time, I'd explode.

His finger traced up and I couldn't take it anymore, but... ohhhhhhhhhh. His finger was inside me, all of it, probing me. Yes, yes, yes. I barely had time to feel this new sensation and his thumb pressed down directly on my clit.

The sensation slammed into me like a meteor. The tiny bit of control I had over my body was gone. I tensed so hard it hurt, as every muscle in my body fired, from my neck, throwing my head back against the pillow, to my toes curling against each other. I started to scream, but Mike pressed his mouth over mine and thrust his tongue between my lips.

The orgasm hit every part of my body instantaneously and rippled through me like tidal waves, crashing into my fingers and toes, then echoing back through me. I felt a rush of fluid out of my vagina and down between my butt cheeks. I grasped at Mike, desperate to pull him to me. He held me and my body collapsed into a shapeless mass of complete satisfaction.

I was completely incoherent. I lunged after him with my lips, kissing him all over his face. What had he done to me? Aftershocks of what I'd just experienced pulsated through me.

I buried my face in his neck. Mike held me to him.

After a few minutes, I'd recovered. I knew what I wanted, what I needed next.

I opened my eyes and looked straight into his.

"I want all of you."

I had to feel him inside me, not just a finger. I began pulling at his boxers. I wanted to free him. He reached down and helped until he was naked with me. I could feel his erection against my leg, the warmth, the firmness.

I reached for it.

My fingers wrapped around it as best they could, not quite reaching completely around. My hand didn't even cover half its length. Suddenly, I was almost terrified, but my body was not. I needed it. I needed him.

I'd never held a man in my hand before and I wasn't entirely sure what to do. I gently squeezed and his grunt told me that he liked that. I moved my hand, not sliding it across the skin, but pulling and pushing the skin with my hand. I could feel the tiniest bit of wetness when my hand got to the tip of his penis. I knew this was his precum. I used it to lightly lubricate my hand and continued stroking him.

I hoped this felt good for him, but I needed more. I was still soaked from the orgasm he'd given me. I rolled from my side to my back. My legs involuntarily spread, inviting him to me. He moved on top of me, his legs between mine. I spread my legs farther apart.

I never released him from my hand. His hand wrapped around my hand and I felt his weight move over and towards me.

Contact.

Mike looked into my eyes.

He was pressing against my entrance. I whimpered with desire. I closed my eyes and put my hands on his hips, then pulled.

He pushed inside me. The feeling of being slowly filled up overwhelmed me. I had been terrified that it would hurt, but it didn't. My body was ready for this, for him. More... I needed more.

My hips lifted up, urging him to go deeper. My hands were resting on his butt and I felt the muscles clench. He pushed further into me. He paused again. More, please...

I couldn't make a sound. I was completely filled. He was entirely inside me. I could feel his pubic bone pressing against mine. The sensations were completely overcoming me. It was like I had been empty my entire life and was now full, figuratively and literally. It was beyond what I'd expected, beyond anything I'd ever done to myself. My body was completely given over to him. I was addicted.

My eyes had been closed, but I felt his lips press against mine. Then he started to leave me, to pull away.

"No... no... stay," I begged and tried to pull him back to me. Please, please don't leave me.

"It's okay, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

He pushed back into me, completely filling me again. Yes, that's what I need. Do that. Do it again.

He pulled back, leaving that empty feeling, then thrust back into me. Slowly, steadily. My body relaxed. He wouldn't leave me. I gave in. When he retreated, I allowed him. When he advanced, I thrust with him.

Just as I got used to his rhythm, he changed. New sensations shot through my body. He would pull out just a little and rapidly refill me. He'd withdraw until just the smallest part of him was in me, then in one long thrust completely fill me again. I pressed my body against him. I spread my legs even more. I wanted all of him, as much as he could give.

I could feel him quickening his pace. His strokes were longer and more forceful. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, "Savy..."

I knew. After what I'd just experienced, I knew what he needed. I wanted to give it to him. I was beyond coherency, but I wanted to tell him as best I could.

"Inside me. Fill me." I wasn't asking him; I was telling him.

Suddenly, as he thrust back into me, I felt it. Pressure inside of me. I grabbed his hips again and refused to let him go.

"I can feel it. I can feel you."

He moved down, rested on top of me, and kissed me. I was complete now. He'd given me everything I needed. This is how we were supposed to be. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest.

He stopped kissing me, I thought to catch his breath. He whispered the words I lived by now.

"I love you, Savy."

I buried my face against him.

"I love you, Mike... my Mike. You're mine."

A moment later, he started to pull out of me. I didn't feel empty when he withdrew from me, not like before. I was satiated now. But then I felt it, the fluids we'd made, seeping out of me and down between my butt cheeks. My eyes went wide. It was an odd feeling, but it was a good feeling, knowing what lead to it.

Mike moved down beside me, so that his face was next to mine. I closed my eyes and let my hands explore him. I just wanted to feel him. After how much we'd exerted ourselves, we were exhausted. His breathing was normal now. Long, slow breaths that soothed and relaxed me.

I fell asleep in his arms, where I belonged.

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