There we stood facing each other, kissing as we always did, playing and tugging at our clothes as if we were experts, but neither of us was committed to removing a thread of clothing. We’d been in the room for almost half an hour before she took a step back and slowly unzipped her skirt. It fell to her feet. She then reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, pulled a strap over each of shoulder and then extracted it through one armhole of her top. She dropped it to one side, came back to me, gave me another long kiss and then lifted her top over her head.
And there they were. For the first time since entering puberty, two new butterflies emerged from cocoons. They unfurled their wings and revealed nature’s wonder. I wanted to stare at those two beautiful butterflies forever but politeness lifted my eyes to hers. I watched her turn and walk towards the bed. She sat on its edge and gestured for me to come over.
Before I’d considered what I’d do when I’d got there, she’d already reached for my pants—pulling them down, manoeuvring them over the throbbing obstacle in front. It bounced up into sight and I wondered what she thought of it. Did she see an emerging butterfly too? I couldn’t tell. She was just as kind and lifted her eyes to mine. I suppose she felt the same mix of politeness and shyness.
I undressed myself completely and looked at her lying down on the bed. She smiled back. She had one tiny triangle of fabric left on her body—a cocoon that covered one last emerging butterfly. She kindly lifted herself so I could take it off… and there it was, perfect and pure. I managed a new state of hardness after that.
There are no words to describe how the uniting feels, not really. As it is, uniting does it no justice. Forget about lovemaking, sex, fuck and orgasm too, the difference between going in and being in is so great that it consumes every bit of text in a dictionary. There are no words left for what comes after. Everything else is just that, beyond words, beyond precious!
So it was that within the blink of an eye, in our private moment, we crossed over and left our childhoods behind. We had transcended. We walked as adults. Soon Nina’s sanctuary became mine to visit time and time again. It was something Sam never offered. She never had any to give. Come to me Saturday! Come to me now! Show me the feast and give me the sanctuary I know Nina has waiting for me!
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Lustfully yours, Ax