Josh, like I said, has a nice medium build. I love his arms, nice and toned. He doesn’t quite have a six-pack, but you can still see the muscles there. He’s around 5’10”, I think, and about 150 lbs. Maybe 160, I can’t remember. He’s got medium brown hair and he never puts gel in it when I’m around because I love to run my hands through it. His best asset has got to be his Hollywood smile. It’s simply priceless.
We laid down on the waterbed, comfortable as hell. I sighed in happiness, just blissful in the moment.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asked. It was a frequent question between us. I have always wished I could read minds, and I’m always wondering what people are thinking. I guess I got him in the habit of wondering too, or maybe it’s just because we’re that alike. Seriously, if we talked about our likes and dislikes, and came up with 50 different things, we only had four differences in opinion. Luckily, he’s always leaned Gators, so I’m happy. If not… well, we might not still be together.
“Just that I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I responded. It was close enough. I was thinking about how lucky I am to have him.
“You’re such a sweetheart,” he said with a smile. I love seeing him smile, it’s the “bestest.” His smile was wide and awesome in a Prince Charming kind of way.
“Thank you.”
He leaned over top of me and started to kiss me. I didn’t used to like kissing before him, but he was just so good at it. I guess that you just have to find the right one. I loved kissing Josh, couldn’t get enough of it. It was great.
Zach blasted through the doorway and sat on the futon. “What’s up?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I responded. I really didn’t care that he broke our kiss. It was his house, after all. “You’re a dick.”
“Why, Jinger Girl?”
“Because, Zachy Boy, you tried to make us watch that fucking movie.”
He started laughing at me. “I was just getting you guys back.”
We talked for a little while, about nothing really, just bullshitting. Zach looked at us, as a couple, with longing in his eyes. I couldn’t help but feel bad. I wished that I could find him someone. Trouble was that he would have to go through what Josh and I were going to have to go through – the Navy. We both were leaving (Zach and I) for Navy boot camp during the summer. Josh and I were determined to make it work. I knew from experience that they could work, under the right circumstances. I was a seasoned long distance relationshipper, if you want to call me that. There was a long moment of silence, and Josh leaned in and kissed me again. Agh, the kid made me melt.
“Alright, I’ll leave you too alone. I’ll be back at 0345.”
It was 0315, that gave us a half an hour. Josh wasted no time. He started kissing me again, and it started getting really hot. I really wanted him, but I didn’t do much, because I wanted him to decide a yes or no as to losing his virginity with a clear head and enough blood in the one on his shoulders to think.
We were lying side by side, and he grabbed me and rolled me on top of him.
“You like this, huh?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Oh yea, it’s that whole ‘girl taking over’ thing,” he replied. I bent down and kissed him. I couldn’t help but be turned on by it, too. He kissed me slowly, and I sucked his tongue deep into his mouth. He moaned to me, a little louder than before, and I just wanted to strip him down right there. I wanted to tear off our clothes, lay him down, and hop on. All I had to do was look at him and I got turned on, so feeling his soft, full lips on mine drove me crazy.
I started rocking back and forth on top of him, his dick between my clothed pussy. I could feel his rock beneath me, and I pushed down just enough to titillate my clit. It made me want him inside me that much more, and I couldn’t help but fantasize. I slid up and down his cock. We continued kissing, and he pulled my shirt up and exposed my bare chest. He pulled me forward, and then started sucking on my nipples. I felt a flash of heat travel to my pussy and I didn’t think I could take much more. I tried to control my thoughts a little, not wanting to get too carried away. It was just so hot to me, though, I really couldn’t help it. I started seeing us in our current position, but without clothes. I’d be bouncing up and down on his cock, feeling his long, hard dick plunging in and out of me. I wanted so badly to feel that, but I kept my feelings to myself. I really wasn’t out to take his virginity.
He sucked hard on my nipple, slightly painful, but not unbearable. He reached his hands around on my back and touched me lightly and caused me to quiver. My back is highly sensitive, and I couldn’t help but writhe at his touch. He brought me closer to him and he kissed me again, but this time slowly and lovingly. I felt like I was in heaven. It had never been like this with my last boyfriend, and my ex and I had been together for 11 months.
My arms were getting tired, and so we rolled over and he was on top of me, lying between my legs. He kissed me some more, sucking on my lip and tongue. I did the same to him, and started grinding into him. I couldn’t help it – my body knew what it wanted. He broke from our kiss and started to tell me something.
“Well,” he began, “if you haven’t figured it out by now, I want you to be my first.”