He put the bottle down between us and sat a glass in front of me. "You sure you're OK with this?" He questioned as he poured the glass full. The whiskey burned in my throat as I took it all at once. He stared at me for a minute, but then filled the glass again. "Yes. I am." I watched as he sipped from his glass. He didn't look nervous. It was warm on the porch steps, but the air was cooling quickly as the sun went down. A single candle burned on the kitchen table and shone through the window behind us.
"I can take you home you know." He emptied his glass and filled it again.
"I don't want to go home." I wanted to be here, with him.
He cleared his throat and looked away. "What if I want you to go home?"
I smiled and laughed quietly, and he turned toward me. So he was nervous. His eyes burned into mine as I confidently said, "You don't want me to go home."
He didn't take his gaze away from mine, "No. I don't want you to go home." He finished another glass and I emptied mine as well. When he went to fill it again, I shook my head.
"I need to remember this. I don't want anything to be forgotten." I didn't want my mind to be hazy from too much drink.
He poured himself another glass and raised it to his lips, whispering, "You will not forget." He finished his whiskey and picked up the glasses and the bottle and took them into the kitchen.
I watched him move from room to room, lighting candles in a path that led upstairs to the room I knew was his bedroom. Somehow he sensed I needed that moment alone, to close the door on my fears and face what lay ahead.
He came back to the porch and held out his hand to me. Taking it, I felt the warmth of his fingers close around my colder ones. He pulled me gently to my feet and led me into the house. My footsteps followed the path he had made through the house, step by step leading me closer to the moment I had been both longing for and dreading.
The doorway to his room was alive with shadows from the candles on his dresser. Moonlight was just beginning to shine in through the window as the last blush of sunset settled on the horizon.
He stood me in the center of the room and let go of my hand. A chair was near the window and he sat on it. I watched as he removed his shoes and his socks. Barefoot he came over to me, "Now it's your turn." He knelt down in front of me, taking each foot in turn and removed my high heeled shoes, placing them underneath the bed.
I felt the flat of his hand moving gently from my ankle to my knee, sliding over the silk of my stockings. His other hand reached underneath my skirt and gently popped the garter free. With both hands high on my thigh, he carefully eased the stocking off of my leg, draping it over the back of his dresser mirror where it shone like a cobweb caught in the morning light. Repeating his task, my other stocking soon joined its mate glistening on the mirror.
I wondered what he would do next as he again sank to his knees in front of me, touching my calves and ankles with his warm hands. I sighed as I felt him find the lacy panties that were hiding me from his fingertips. Looking up into my eyes he gently ran two fingers between my legs, caressing that part of me that longed for his touch. The lace moved easily beneath his fingers and my legs began to tremble as my body responded to him. I couldn't take my eyes from him as he hooked his fingers into the top of my panties and pulled them down to the floor. He stood before me and helped me to step out of them, supporting me with an arm around my waist.
Moving his free hand under my skirt, he unfastened my garter belt, gently kneading my softness as he removed it. I leaned into his body and felt the hardness of him against my stomach. He dropped the garter belt onto the dresser and pulled me closer to him, moving his hips so I could feel his arousal through the fabric of our clothes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the strong maleness of him against me, arching my body toward him, wanting to feel him closer as he shifted to remove my skirt.
I felt the heat and wetness of his tongue at the base of my throat as he kissed a path to my ear. His voice was like velvet as he whispered, "How long have you wanted me?" I groaned as his teeth sank into my earlobe while he placed an open palm on my breast.
Barely able to think, I answered him. "As long as I've known you." His hand kneaded my breast and teased the nipple through my sweater as his lips brushed my collarbone. His tongue trailed a hot wetness to the other side of my neck and he rested his cheek against mine.
"I've waited a lifetime for you." Moving his hand from my breast to the base of my neck, he pulled me into his kiss. His warm lips were but a whisper on mine as he teased them apart with his tongue. His arms held me against his body as I fought to stay standing. Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he cupped my cheek with his hand. "Have you thought of us together?"
I nodded, and looked away, catching sight of our bodies touching in his dresser mirror. His eyes followed mine and we both stared at the couple in the mirror. I watched as he unbuttoned my sweater, revealing the lacy bra beneath. I saw his lips barely touch the sensitive flesh between my breasts before I felt the warmth of his mouth on my skin. His hair brushed lightly against my shoulder sending shivers up my spine. His breath was hot and wet on my breast as he asked, "What did you think it would be like?" His tongue teased my hardening nipple through the lacy material of my bra as I tried to form some sort of answer.
"Intense. Passionate. Delicious."
He dropped the last bit of lace to the floor, tasting my nakedness, "Yes, delicious." I watched in the mirror as his tongue made a path to my lips. He kissed me deeply, stealing my breath. "Passionate, most definitely." He kissed me again, pushing me against the hard surface of the wall, my body molding against his. He pressed the heat and hardness of his cock against me as his teeth teased my collarbone. "Intense? Not yet."
I groaned as he pulled away from me, but the heat between my legs intensified as I watched him undress. He stood naked in front of me and my fingers ached to touch his bare skin. I moved my hands across the hard muscles of his shoulders and down the length of his strong arms. Needing to taste him, I gently placed a kiss at the base of his neck.
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward him, my swelling breasts pressing into the heat of his chest as I teased his neck with my tongue. The saltiness of his skin made my mouth water and I longed to have him next to me with nothing in between. I moved my hips against him in an invitation. With the wall supporting me, I pulled one leg up and wrapped it around him, pressing his erection against my own aching sex.
I couldn't hold back the cry that formed in my throat as he lifted me off my feet and thrust his hardness into me. Wave after wave of sensations flooded through my body as he buried himself within me again and again. Grabbing me around the waist he came with a final thrust that pushed me over the edge as I cried out with my own release.
Breathing heavily and sharing deep kisses, we both realized that after years of waiting we were no longer friends, we were now lovers.
