“Take this off,” he says, tugging on it.
I sit up, pull the shirt off, lie back down, and try not to hyperventilate.
I think things actually are going to happen.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s dark in his room, but the moonlight dancing over the waves outside causes light to bounce around his room. Light that is just as romantic as the stars.
Brooklyn’s eyes glide over my body in a way that makes me feel like he’s actually caressing me. And when he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, my naked chest presses tightly against his.
“That thing that you whispered to me about joy. What was it?”
He murmurs into my hair. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever. It’s Keats. For my Keats.”
His Keats. I think those may be the most beautiful words I have ever heard.
I fall happily to sleep.
Sunday, May 15th
So it was just a hookup?
7:45am
Sunlight and a soft, cool breeze stream through the open doors. It takes me a second to realize that I’m shirtless in Brooklyn’s bed.
Last night wasn’t just a really good dream.
Finally! After all the dreaming and planning, all the scripts I wrote, I finally got to kiss him.
A lot!
Brooklyn lazily opens his eyes and pulls me into a kiss.
As we’re kissing, he gently takes my hand and lays it on the front of his boxers, letting me feel how very hard he is.
I mentally thank Vanessa for going into such detail about how to please a man. She told me and RiAnne it was vital information every girl should know. And I needed the lesson. At the time, I thought giving a blowjob meant you actually blew on it. Not that I’ve had the opportunity to practice, but at least I understand the theory.
I run my hand firmly up and down the outside of his boxers. He groans softly then slides them off.
I internally panic.
Now what am I supposed to do? Does he want sex? A blowjob? For me to continue with my hand?
Do I want sex?
Shouldn’t he confess his love to me first?
Or did he kinda last night? When I went from his bff to his Keats.
He kisses me again and puts my hand back where it was. It feels odd. Like a foreign country.
A foreign country I’ve read all about, even seen the videos of, but have never visited.
He puts his hand over mine and guides me.
Pretty soon he starts breathing heavily, and his whole body stiffens up.
Even though I know what just happened was all about making him feel good, it kinda made me feel good too.
Like, powerful. Like, intoxicated with power.
Brooklyn rolls up against me and gently caresses my chest, across my stomach, and down my leg.
His fingers gently stroke the insides of my thighs and then move between my legs.
“I want to make you feel good too,” he whispers, as he slides his finger inside of me.
It’s not the first time a guy has done this to me, but Brooklyn seems to be doing it a whole lot better. I start to feel light-headed, and my breathing is labored, much as his was a few minutes ago.
He does it faster and harder, and oh, my, it feels good.
My hips start to move with him.
“Oh, God,” I say, then make an odd whimpering noise. A noise that sounds like a cross between a plea and a prayer.
He kisses me hard, and I gasp into his mouth.
Then I collapse in a relaxed heap.
Wow.
I’ve never felt so amazing in my life. No expensive massage, no amount of weed, not even the pain pills I got when I sprained my ankle, have ever made me feel this way.
I stretch out on the bed and practically purr.
We’re kissing when Mark bursts through the door and says loudly, “Dude, surf’s up.”
It’s not unusual for me to sleep in Brooklyn’s bed, and although I’m mostly covered up, I’m sure he saw us kissing. He gets a funny grin on his face then slowly backs out of the door with both his hands in the air.
“It’s about fucking time. So, hey, we’re gonna get baked. Surf. Join us, like, whenever you get done.”
“Wake and bake,” Brooklyn says excitedly. “Abso-fucking-lutely. We’ll be right down.”
We’ll be right down? I’m a little disappointed by those words. I wasn’t planning on getting out of his bed. I was thinking about staying here forever. And possibly seeing if he could do that to me again.
Instead, he kisses my cheek sweetly. “This was fun.”
I can’t hide my grin. It was fun.
But I was kind of thinking it was about love?
While Brooklyn gets our boards out, I walk down to the beach. The guys, including Damian, are sitting in the sand, passing around a joint. Everyone but Mark heads into the water. I sit down next to him, and he offers me a hit.
Normally, I never smoke in the morning. Really the only time I smoke is at night with Brooklyn, to chill. Still, I take a small hit. Not that I need it; I’m already feeling very relaxed.
“You’re single now, huh?” Mark asks.
“Yeah.”
“So you and Brook?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”