I remember the night there was a new moon because when she led me down the steps to her basement I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. She must have thought her parents were lightly sleeping that night, because we usually just fooled around on her living room floor, with their bedroom just down the hall. They went to bed and we just sat there next to each other on the couch watching tv. After the coast was clear, she took my hand and led me toward the door. Time to go home I thought. She pulled me towards a different door I hadn’t been to. She walked down the steps and told me to close the door behind us. Her hand pulled me lovingly down the steps. I literally could see nothing, and felt an exhilirating feeling as she turned around to me and we embraced. Her lips were soft and wet. She had tight jeans on and a silky top. We made out. Her tongue felt so good in my mouth and we would trade breaths- she breathed deep into my lungs, and I inhaled. Then I would trade. I didn’t know there was a bed down there, but we stopped making out and she led me back further into the room. She led me to the bedside and I laid down, but I felt her disappear elsewhere. It was a bit cold that night, especially since we were downstairs. I could see nothing. I heard nothing. I didn’t feel her touch. Somehow I knew what was coming. The slow walk down the steps… the passionate embrace. I carefully unzipped my jeans in the pitch black. I figured it would be a funny surprise if nothing else. Of course I was already fully aroused from kissing her. I missed her. I wanted more. I sensed her getting closer to the bedside. She put one knee on the bed and swung the other over top of me. We could see nothing, but she had perfect aim, because the next thing I felt was her soft lips spreading open. She took me in her hand and put me the rest of the way inside her. It was a perfect but tight fit. She relaxed a bit more and slid down further onto my shaft. We clasped hands. I felt the warmth of her bare chest come into contact with my n******. She leaned down and kissed me. It was quiet. There was little sound, no light whatsoever, and simply two pieces of a puzzle fit together. She started riding harder and breathing heavier. We could have been busted at any moment. I would have never lived to tell the story. We were young and in love.