andrea-2
12:00 a.m.<>2004-03-05

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by the time we actually got around to doing anything more than whispering humidly at each other across the phone lines, it was winter break. i can't recall how we arrived at the decision to carry our relationship to the next level, but i do remember how i ached for her, how i tossed and turned in bed night after night, imagining how her fingers might feel trailing down my back, how her breasts might feel pressed up against my chest. andrea told me she felt the same way.

unfortunately, getting together was not as simple a proposition as we would have liked. my mother didn't work, and thus was home all day, so a heated tryst at my house was out of the question. andrea's older brother was back from college for the winter break. he was rarely at home, but his comings and goings were unpredictable, and since i didn't particularly feel like getting my ass kicked by an enraged football player, we didn't think her place was such a good option either.

it was andrea who suggested we go out for a picnic. now that i look back on it, a picnic in the dead of winter sounds like a pretty dumb idea, but we were young and crazy with hormones, so it seemed like a stroke of genius at the time. there was a state park near her house, and on a weekday in december it was virtually guaranteed to be deserted. sure it might be a little...nippy out, but that's what blankets were for, right? so one grey wednesday morning, andrea told her mom that a friend was taking her to the mall, and i told mine that i was going for a hike. i packed a sleeping bag, two mexican blankets, a couple of sandwiches, and a thermos full of hot chocolate, and picked andrea up after her mom had left for work.

we found the air brisker than even we had expected as we started our trek into the forest. in fact, it was pretty psychotically cold. still, the parking lot at the park's entrance had been totally empty when we pulled in, so we took that as good omen. despite the chill, i felt flushed with anticipation.

we barely spoke as we left the footpath and strayed deeper and deeper into the woods. our breath was visible in puffs of white, and the crunching of dead leaves was loud beneath our feet. occasionally we'd glance at each other and smile awkwardly. when we thought we'd gone far enough amid the dense oaks and maples, we stopped and spread out the sleeping bag. shivering a little, andrea said that we should probably eat first before getting to the, uh, the...(her voice trailed off and she made a vague gesture with her hand) with the idea that this would generate some small amount of warmth within our bodies. with the yearning, flip-flopping nervousness i felt in the pit of my stomach, i had never felt less like eating in my life, but i went ahead and joined her in choking down the inspid sandwich, and i scalded the inside of my mouth with the cocoa. that's when she leaned forward and kissed me.

it was not a subtle kiss. her tongue jammed itself past my lips and swirled around like a dying carp. her mouth tasted of pastrami and chocolate, and her nose, frozen and slightly runny from the wind, brushed my cheek as we mashed our faces together, but i didn't mind since we were kissing, i was kissing her, and honestly, is there anything more amazing, more enjoyable, more profoundly delicious than kissing someone you're attracted to for the first time?

our hands started to roam. hers along my cheek, my neck, my hair, mine down her back, over her legs. i kneaded her breasts through her cream colored sweater, thrilling as i felt her nipples harden under my palm. fingers trembling from excitement and the cold, i delved beneath her sweater. she yelped a little when my frigid fingers made contact with her stomach, then she went back to planting loud, smacking kisses on my face and throat. i kissed her hungrily in return, fumbled with the clasp of her bra, wondered how women could ever learn to work those things, finally -- there! -- felt the clasp release, pushed the cups of her bra up, felt her breasts surge heavily into my waiting hands. then stroking them, carressing them, remembering not to be too rough, don't want it to hurt, not too light, don't want it to tickle...

god, andrea's breasts. i had never felt anything so soft in my life as the flesh on the undersides of her breasts. they were soft like goosedown, like a cloud, like the satin dress my ex-girlfriend had worn to the junior prom. ever since that bitter december day i have delighted in the soft places of a woman's body, the places she allows only a handful of people in the world to touch. the undersides of her breasts. the insides of her thighs. the sweet, sensitive spot at the back of her knee. i can happily spend hours, literally, exploring all those soft places.

i delighted in the softness of andrea's breasts, delighted in the comparative roughness of her nipples, erect under my thumb. after a while i withdrew my hands from her sweater and brought them down to the tops of her thighs. i want to touch you, i said in a thick voice. she smiled and began to unbutton her jeans. i want you to touch me, she whispered.

it was too cold to get completely undressed, so i just drew the blankets closer around us as andrea scooted her jeans down until they were just below her butt. even through her white cotton underwear i could smell her pungent scent. trying to control my impulse to rush, i snuck my hand beneath the waistband of her panties, feeling the warmth, the springy patch of culs near the center of her, one questing finger slipping through them, into them, into -- god - into...

into her. into andrea. into hot and slick and unlike anything i had ever experienced. i opened my eyes and found she had shut hers tight as i touched her inside. i moved slowly, delicately, maneuvering around her slippery folds. the world seemed to slow down. i was suddenly very conscious of the biting air on my cheek, the rustling of leaves, the sounds of birds, the faint smell of woodsmoke.

andrea never uttered a word or opened her eyes the entire time i touched her like that. everything about her seemed tight, balled up like a fist. her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips were compressed into a thin line. she clutched at my shoulders, the fabric of my jacket bunching in her small hands. my hand had little room to move, wedged as it was into her panties, trapped between her jeans and her body. i had just enough space to move my finger, back and forth, back and forth, gently but insistently, until i saw the flush come to her cheeks, spread across her space, until i heard her breathing quicken.

the sound of her breathing was the only noise andrea made as she rocked slightly back and forth on my hand. it sighed out of her nostrils, at first lightly -- whoosh, whoosh, whoosh -- then with building intensity -- WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH -- until finally her lips parted and i felt her breath rushing against my ear. her face grew redder and redder, her rocking more forceful.

moisture coated my finger, covered my hand. i was aflame, achingly hard, yet at that moment it didn't matter whether i came or not. it was enough to feel andrea quiver against me and hear her panting in my ear. there's a certain sense of heady power that comes when another person allows you to touch them, bring them pleasure. the knowledge that i was in part responsible for making andrea feel that way, that she was about to come because of me, was intoxicating.

suddenly she clapped her thighs together even more tightly around my hand. she grew very still, until i was afraid she might explode with pent-up tension. her breathing hitched -- hhhhuhhh, hhhuhhh, h-kkk! --

-- and andrea had a very loud orgasm. all over my hand.

later, back in the car with our clothes rebuttoned, we held each other, not saying a word, not caring if anyone saw us. i remember that i pressed my nose into her blonde hair, closed my eyes and kissed her where her neck met her freckled shoulder. and that after a while i said thank you. and that she said thank you back.

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