My mouth moved to the other nipple as my hands made their way down to the button of her jeans. I regretted us sleeping in jeans. “Is this okay?” I asked.

She said it was and so I continued. I pulled her pants down and kissed over her beautiful abdomen. My fingers slid between her wet folds, starting with two pumping in and out of her. I kissed her protruding hip bone before taking a look at her entire body.

I had never seen a naked girl as anything but sexy. This time was different. I viewed her as beautiful, unique, and indescribable. I lowered my mouth and licked at her clit a few times, circling it with my tongue as my fingers pumped in and out of her.

I added another finger and began to curl them in her. I watched her muscles tighten in her abdomen. She panted and moaned as her hips slightly grinded into me.

I had never had a girl cum for me before. I always expected this flow of liquid, loud moaning, and visible differences. All I saw when she came for me was a wave of tightening muscles. She tightened around my fingers. There was no flow of cum, there was no loud moaning. It was a gentle bit of liquid from her orgasm and that was it. But it was more beautiful than what the stories told. Even now, telling my own story. It doesn’t measure up.

We lay in bed, cuddled, for an hour. We talked about things, anything that came to our mind. I was worried that she would get awkward soon, and uncomfortable. “Aiden calls at the most inopportune times.” She joked.

“He really does.” I laughed with her.

“It’s been a very interesting morning.” She said looking at my ceiling.

I took that time to glance at her. She wasn’t uncomfortable, nor was she avoiding the situation. I looked back to the ceiling. “That it has”

We spent the remainder of the day watching silly television and listening to music whilst cuddling on a couch. We even played Rock Band for a few hours before her mom called saying she was an hour out, but coming to pick her up.

I lay flat on the floor, on my back. Ashley stepped over me, her ankles holding me down at my waist. She looked down at me with a gorgeous smile. “You can’t move now can you?” She joked.

I laughed and slid my hand up each leg. I pushed my fingers behind her knees causing her to fall, but I caught her. We laughed before standing up and going to gather her things. We collected everything in one neat little pile and relaxed on the futon. She was lying against the pillows on one end and I put a pillow against her and lay on it. I lightly scratched my fingers over her legs.

We hardly talked; we hardly said a word or stole a glance. But it wasn’t awkward like the other times were. It was, natural. It was, silent. It was, bliss.

Her cell phone buzzed. It was her mom telling her that she was at my house to pick her up. “I’ll walk you to the door.” I said politely.

We walked out of the room, I was leading the way. I got to the beginning of the downward stairs. “Hey,” She said from behind me, capturing my attention before heading down. I turned my head and she kissed me, on the lips, melting every inch of me. Then she slapped my ass and giggled.

I was speechless. All I could muster from my vocal chords was “Whoa” before heading down the stairway feeling as if each step I took was a slow. The entire day was spent pretending we were together. I had waited a year and a half for this to happen. I had waited, patiently and it happened. I guess good things really do come to those who wait.

THE END