Dear much later me,
I dunno if you’ll even remember this, or if it’ll matter in your life down the line, but fuck, what just happened? It’s gonna flip everything. Writing it fresh so you recall how it kicked off. The rest? That’s your story now. 😉
The Awakening
You were there. Dumbest, hottest thing ever? You decide.
Yesterday afternoon. Rain pounding outside. Us two, belly-down on my bed, side by side, doom-scrolling Facebook. TV droning some music crap on W9.
Parents off grocery shopping. House empty. Just the cat eyeing us.
She’s gushing again. New boyfriend. Totally in love, forever this time. God’s gift body. Puts her in states that wreck her. Fucks like a pro, she says. Details pouring out.
I half-listen. No fucking clue. Sounds epic. Body on fire, mind blown. But drugs ain’t my jam, so meh.
She paints it vivid. How he flips her world. Hands hitting spots perfect. Body tenses, melts. Shivers everywhere.
Doubts nag me. Kissing guys? Hyped as hell, but nah. Stomach churns, sloppy dog-lick vibes. BLEH.
Her sex tales? Torture or gym class. Skeptical AF.
I side-eye her, smirking. She pouts. “Pff, you wouldn’t get it!” Giggling, “Nope!” I lean for a nose peck. Lands on her lips.
Accident. Totally.
Or… not so sure now.
Her eyes bug out. Brain short-circuits. Then she pounces, growling revenge. I’m cracking up, squirming. She’s pinning me, smooching my face wild.
I dodge. Thrashing. Then quit. Exhausted.
She plants a loud, wet SMACK on my mouth. Ew.
…Then another. Victory lap. Longer. Quieter. Softer. Nose. Chin. Lips. More. Endless.
Feels… good. Like she described. Not slobbery dude shit.
Her tongue slips in. No fight. Eyes shut.
Fucking electric.
Hands wander. Hers on me. Mine on her. Fire everywhere. No stopping.
You know the rest. You were there.
This morning, train station. Awkward pecks goodbye after our wild night. Hearts pounding.
Can’t land. That idiot guy had me thinking it’s all bullshit. Wrong. Obsessed now. Crave it ASAP. Nonstop.
But… SHE’S A GIRL. Girls with girls? Taboo. Forbidden.
Station felt like spotlights. Everyone staring. Judging.
The Act and the Secret
Don’t wanna be the freak. “Lesbo” whispers. Outcast.
SCARED SHITLESS.
Yet dying to taste her lips again. Hands sliding skin. Naked hugs. Laughs. Moans.
What even? Lost. Small.
You know. Grown-up you gets it.
Flashes hit. Her face close. Warm breath. Scent in my nose. Skin silky under fingers. Back arches to her touch. Shivers.
Miss her bad. Ache everywhere. Laugh-cry-rave mess.
Same for her? Ever done this before?
No words. No chat.
After dinner, fake tired. Slipped upstairs. TV downstairs. We dove back in. Dark room. Hushed. Jumping at hallway creaks.
No accident now. Pure want.
Slept tangled. Foreheads touching. Tits pressed. Under covers.
Morning? Shamefaced. Avoid eyes. Guilty silence.
Wanna scream it. Or not. Just… her.
Fear seeing her public. Labels. Stares. Not ready. Too young. Want normal: school, job, friends, life.
NORMAL!!!
But crave… you know.
No choice. No judgment. No guilt for bliss. Her, not him. First real fire. Don’t stop it.
Words fail. But you see it. Sighs. Whispers. Touches burning. Wet heat building. Tongues dancing slick. Fingers tracing curves, dipping low. Thighs clenching. Gasps sharp. Peaks crashing silent, bodies slick with sweat.
No need words. You feel it.
Only you know. Choices made… or not.
This night? Game-changer? Or fade?
Hiding this math notebook. For you. To relive our first love, all fluttery.
Don’t lose it.