and if he had it his way neither of us would ever wear any. His mom says for the first five years he rarely wore clothes. I don’t mind that he doesn’t like wearing clothes. I actually prefer that he doesn’t so I can ogle him any time I want. But, me on the other hand is a different story.
“Isn’t that where you lost your virginity during our sophomore year, Macy?” Alexa probes.
“I think we all did.” Madison laughs. “I lost mine in the driveway.”
I feel the flush building up. That was the best night of my life and I’ll remember it, even when I am old sitting out on my porch while I’m watching my grandkids running around.
Madison ohh’s and ahh’s. She knows the details, most of them, I had to tell someone. Alexa knows some but not as much as my sister.
“Yeah,” I say then look away seeming interested in the T.V. suddenly.
Landon was so gentle and careful with me. He knew how nervous I was, how afraid I was that it was going to hurt. It wasn’t ideal although nothing really ever is with Landon.
We were out lying in the hammock under the stars. It was quiet, the only noise that could be heard was from the bugs. Cash and Madison were in the room they were staying in probably fooling around. Steven and Alexa were out on the deck talking, lost in their own world.
Landon pulled me so that I was lying on top of him. My legs straddled his hips. After a few minutes of kissing he pushed his hips up causing me to moan into his mouth and pushed back down.
He put both of his hands on either side of my face. “Baby, we have to stop.”
I was breathless and my body was overtaken with need. It was different than it normally was. A good kind of different.
“I don’t want to,” I whispered.
Landon moaned against my lips. We rolled and he was on top of me again. I loved the feel of his weight pressing down on me. His hand slipped under my shirt. Goosebumps spread over my skin and I arched my back into his touch needing more, wanting more.
Before I knew it my shirt was gone along with my bra. We were chest to chest, nothing separated us. Landon’s hand skimmed down my sides and his fingers dipped into the waistband of my jeans. He got to the button and flicked it open. My breaths started coming in pants.
I ran my trembling hands through Landon’s hair anchoring myself to him. I could tell he wasn’t nervous. He didn’t have trouble getting my bra unhooked, his hands were steady and he was calm. Landon slid my zipper down slowly. Alexa laughed in the distance at something Steven said and Landon stopped briefly. He tried to turn his head but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t want to lose that connection we had going on.
I ran my fingernails up and down Landon’s back like he liked. He shivered and slid off me to the side. I was about to say something but I didn’t get the chance before he started tugging on my jeans. He had only moved so he could get my pants off. I took a deep breath and lifted my hips to help him.
Once my pants and panties were off Landon climbed back on top of me.
He looked down at me, “You okay?”
I nodded my head unable to speak as he rocked into the place that I wanted him, needed him.
I panted. My eyes rolling into the back of my head.
He stopped kissing my neck and moved so he could see me. “What’s the matter?”
I didn’t know how to ask for what I needed but I knew what I wanted. Landon seemed to understand what I wanted though from just the simplest look I gave him. He reached between us and undid his button and zipper. He looked at me and I nodded. I wanted them gone. I wanted nothing between us.
Steven yelled. “Stop fucking on my hammock!”
I giggled because that’s exactly what was about to happen. I should’ve felt a little uncomfortable knowing they were right there but they couldn’t see us. You could barely see your hand in front of your face. The only light was the moon and stars up in the sky. Plus, I knew Landon would cover me before covering himself.
“Shut up, asshole!” Landon yelled back but didn’t stop pushing his jeans down.