Falling in Love for the Night

He led me away from the group. We both leaned on one another while we stumbled
drunkenly. The sand was warm under my feet, I carried my faded, worn out black Vans in my
right hand and a half empty bottle of Jager in the left.

"Alex," my tongue felt swollen and heavy in my mouth, "where are we going?"

"Anywhere!" he exclaimed while he threw his hand, holding a beer bottle, up into the air,
spilling a bit.

"Then let's stop right... here!" I said plopping down in between the bottom of a huge sand
dune and the beginning of another.

"Wha- okay. Dude! I am... so wasted."

"How wasted?" I asked after a hiccup escaped my mouth.

"So wasted that I'm picturing you like... minus your clothes."

That sobered me up long enough to think of a response. "Really?"

"Really! How drunk are you?"

"Drunk enough, but because of what you just told me? I'm picturing you naked now."

"I bet you're liking what you're seeing." He said and I could see his eyebrows (aka Earl
Gaskarth as he named them [yes. he named his eyebrows]) wiggling up and down.

"And if I do like it? Then what?"

He looked at my face, searching for any hint of a joke, but I stayed completely composed.

He leaned towards me, slowly, put his hand on the side of my face. I turned so my lips
grazed his palm then fingers, He shivered delicately. I turned my head to face him once
more. His warm breath tickled my face while the potent alcohol lingered, burning my nose. I
leaned in to his face to close the gap between us. "Kiss me." I said in asarcastic
seductive voice.

He crushed his lips to mine. I tossed the bottle in my hand a few feet behind me and
tangled my fingers in his blond and brown messy hair.

His hands left my face and went to the buttons on my shirt. One by one, starting at the neck,
he unfastened each rounded black button exposing my hot pink bra. I slipped my arms out of
the purple and black flannel shirt. His fingers raced back to my face after hesitating on my
breasts. My hands unraveled themselves from his hair, slid down his shoulders, then tugged
on the bottom of his shirt. He raised his hands above his head as I guided the shirt off his
body.

I was about to questions this, him, the whole situation, but I wanted it so bad I couldn't bring
my self to second guess the whole thing.

Before my hands found their way back to his face, they ran up and down the planes of his
chest, taking in everything about them, their shape, their feeling, where there was toned
muscle.. My breathing got heavy as I went for the button on his skinny, black jeans, It was
easier to slip the metal through the slit in the jeans than I thought it would be. I slid the zipper
down and started to pull on his jeans. They moved inch by inch, clinging to him as they went.
With his shoes already off the denim slipped over his feet with ease. All that remained were
his boxer briefs. I groaned a little at his body in the moon light.

How many times have I pictured him naked? Too many to remember. And now it was
happening.

His velvet hands searched, caressing me the whole way until he found the button on my
jeans. I wanted this to speed up a little so I almost un did the buttons and took them off
myself, but I wanted to let him have his fun so I kept my hands where they were.

He slipped the button, slid down the zipper, and yanked on the jeans. I sat up on my knees
and pulled the Bull's Head jeans off myself. I sat on the sand in just the bare essentials (bra
and thong) and Alex was there just as bare as me. I couldn't stand to break our kiss fearing it
would bring us back to reality. .. I knew the next step.

I slowly leaned back onto the sand, not leaving his lips the whole way. He followed me, I
arched my back in the slightest his hands went to the clasp on my Victoria's Secret bra. Then
gently ease each strap off my arms. I pulled the clip of my hair and let it fall around my face. It
brushed against my bare shoulders and back. He started to move from my mouth to my
cheek, down my neck, across my shoulder. He continued down the middle of my chest and
back up to my ear.

"You're beautiful." he whispered into my ear. I shuddered at the sound of his voice cutting
though the silence, all the while the waves broke on the shore in the background.

I whispered a thanks and my hands went to my hips. I hooked my thumbs on either side of
the lace straps of my underwear and slid them off as easy as it is to strip right before you
step into the shower.

I was completely exposed, vulnerable to say the least, in front of mybest friend best
guy friend. And instead of feeling self conscious, I was totally mellow, in a tranquil
state.

He slipped out of his boxer briefs and was as vulnerable as me.

He grabbed my leg behind the knee and hitched it around his waist. I felt him slid into me.
Then slowly I felt him move up and down. I continued to kiss his lips, then neck.

I pushed on his shoulder and we rolled to the side, set me on top with Alex underneath. He
kissed me again and again. First my cheek, neck, collarbone, to my chest, and back up to my
mouth. He continued this trail repeatedly. As the night sky set the mood...