It was a summer night when my parents were out of the state to visit my aunt while my boyfriend was over. He and I were watching a movie and just talking when he mentioned how happy he was to be with me. I don’t really remember what happened after that, but we were making out furiously on my couch. We always made out before at every chance we had, but this time was different. It was like someone lighted a fire in us and for the first time we were told to just be free. To go wild without consequence.
I ended up climbing on top of him and just tangling my fingers in his dark curls while he stroked my cheek with one hand and gripped on my side with the other. When he let out a slight chuckle and smiled, our makeout session got intense. Our hands could not get off of each other and were just travelling virtually anywhere. I don’t think either of us realized it, but when we both stopped I was taken aback.
My hands were on his exposed, fit chest while his hands were on my sides with my pink bra exposed. We were both breathing hard from the session, our cheeks both flushed and our chests both rising up and down. We didn’t say anything to each other, for me I was just sort of taking in how amazing he looked and how badly I wanted him in that moment. I mean, we’re no longer together or anything, but that was legitimately the sexiest experience I can recall.