Together Again, for the First Time

Kissing Lucas felt forbidden. Not that it was. They had kissed many times before, but it always felt like she was doing something bad, something dirty. It was a very distinct and enjoyable feeling, like the rush of smoking in the high school’s bathroom. There was something fearless and sexy about the way he managed to slide his hand between her thighs every time they joined lips. It didn‎’t matter to him if someone was watching or not. In this case there was someone looking. Staring at them with a mix of jealousy and wanting in his eyes, and she couldn’t help but feel a flash of warm blood leading to her groin. Still Lucas kissed her like they were alone, with such passion. A passion that she knew was only for her. He was in love with her and she loved him too, even though she wasn’t “in love” with him. He would do anything for her, she trusted him with her life and that reminded her that their domestic partnership was never a bad idea.

Back when they met at the school they could barely stand each other. He was a full fledged bad boy, always drinking, smoking, cheating and lying. She was the girl next door smart, funny, beautiful, untouchable and madly in love with someone else. But after she was forced to grow up before her time life became much more real and much weirder than when she was 16. It took a strange turn after her mother died, leaving her somewhat immature 19 year old self to take care of bills, a house and a 15 year old sister all by herself. She had to drop out of college and take a crappy job at the fast food restaurant that, to her dismay, Lucas frequented. One particularly busy night she went to the back of the store during her break, only to find him leaning against the wall having a smoke. They had been having friendly exchanges for some time now and she grew to like him. Now, after all she had been through she understood him. He too had a crappy life. He knew all too well what she was feeling, because he had lived it before. He wasn’t all that bad when she thought about it, but he didn’t know how to be any different. To her he wasn’t the likeable villain in the movie, he was the guy who’s not a hero, but rises to the occasion. Especially for her.

Lucas handed her half of his cigarette, as it was his last. They chit chatted while she smoked it, and then a heated argument arose. With him it was like that. They could be talking normally and in a minute he would say a truth to her face, some truth that she didn’t like, and a fight started. Still she knew that arguing wouldn’t make the statement any less accurate, but she hated how he had the uncanny ability to read people like open books. Above all she hated how he could read her like no one else could. Then he kissed her for the second time ever.

The first time was a few months ago and she resisted, pushed him away, reminded him that they were only friends. But she didn’t resist that time. Why not? She had played the thought of misbehaving many times in her head, ever since she found out that they weren’t so different after all. She decided to give in to his fire. And she felt naughty. She had a very dirty feeling about this. He pinned her to the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his throbbing member between her legs. They kissed fervently, hungrily. Then he drove his hand to her thighs for the first time. And she liked it. If this was dirt, she was dying to roll in it. They slowly made their way to the floor, where she unzipped his pants before he ripped off hers, pulled her underwear aside and fucked her for the first time. Lucas fucked her hard and fast, striving to make her orgasm before the manager came looking for her. With him things were like that, flaming hot and a bit masochistic.

Kissing Noah, on the other hand, felt like dancing under the rain. His kisses tasted like love and broken hearts. Like pain, and angst and a teenage yearning for true love. They weren’t teenagers anymore. But they were when they met at the school’s dance. She was 15, so innocent, full of hopes and dreams for the future. He was a hard working 16 year old, and in two years he was going away for college. But that night changed their view on life. They fell in love. A joyful and messy kind of love, that prevented them from thinking about the next year, the next month, even the next minute, if it didn’t involve each other.

His parents knew that the relationship was going to keep him stranded in that small town, so they decided to send him away to boarding school before his 17th birthday, hoping that he would grow out of it. That’s why their kisses tasted like broken hearts. He went out his window and climbed up hers that night. He sat on her bed and told her he was being sent away as soon as the sun came up. They cried together, not knowing what would be of their futures apart. And she tasted his lips, salty from the tears and at the same time bittersweet with pain and resignation. And she decided that it was the night she was waiting for, that he should be the first man to touch her.

Noah gladly accepted her invitation.  He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. He took the time to lovingly kiss every inch of her for the first time, not knowing if it would be the last. She knew that it wasn’t his first time, but she could sense he felt something different with her. She could feel it in her skin, in the way he looked at her with a strange mix of passion, love and sorrow in his dark brown eyes, in the way he was making love to her with fervor, but slowly at the same time, not wanting the night to end.

He kissed her flustered cheeks, tracing them with his nose and meeting his lips with hers for the last time that night, right before sunrise. Eight years later, their kisses still felt painful, but delightful at the same time. Full of jagged scars, of lost love, of not knowing what could’ve been. Full of a bitter life, of losing everything and not having each other, but at the same time full of rediscovered ardor. Full of gratefulness because after all, he was there now, and that’s what mattered. Even though they both knew that they could never get back what they had then, fate had reunited them in a way they had never imagined and they weren’t about to question that. They would just take what was offered to them because it was much better than nothing.

After 3 years in London he came back to California. They ran into each other one time in L.A. He invited her to a cup of coffee and she accepted. She was in the city looking for her father. She said that she hadn’t spoken to him ever since he decided to have a brand new life and forget about his girls, living a cliché with his secretary. But she needed to find him because her mother was sick. She needed economical support, Carolyn needed a father. It was too late for her she pointed out to Noah. She had learned to live without him, but Carolyn was only 15. He could relate. He had resented his parents for sending him away from her ever since that night.

After the coffee he invited her to his apartment. They sat on the couch having a casual conversation. Then they fell silent and he told her how much he missed her. How hard it had been to live without her. How excruciating those first months away were for him. How he wanted to come back to her after high school, but he feared that she had a life that didn’t include him. And she did have a life. She went to college, dated and was happy. Never fulfilled, but she was enjoying herself. Still it was agonizing to remember how it was to live with him out of her life. She told him how she felt after he went away. They were different people now, but at least they shared that much.

They kissed that night, and it was reminiscent of their teenage years. “When you kiss me I wanna die,” she had told him back in those days, and now she remembered why. Then she left. They couldn’t manage to do anything else because, even though they were adults now, that old wound wasn’t fully healed just yet. They had separate lives now.

Now it was Lucas staring at them. Not with jealousy, like Noah, but with utter enjoyment of the situation. She felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze. Danielle knew from the beginning that this meeting was not a good idea.

“Hey pet! I ran into Noah at the grocery store!” he shouted as he entered the house with a huge bag of food. She came out the kitchen, spatula in hand. “Oh really? What brings him back to Woodbridge? Last time I saw him he was all big city guy,” she said trying to sound casual, concealing a hint of jealousy because she wasn’t the one who saw him. “He’s back for good, he told me. His parents are retiring to Florida so he decided to keep their house for old time’s sake. I invited him over for dinner tonight,” he said as he put out his cigarette in the ashtray and took the paper bag to the kitchen. “You… What!?”

Eventually he convinced her that it was a good thing. They both made dinner and set the table beautifully, with the guest plates and some lilies Lucas brought for her. Noah arrived and Danielle could literally feel the air around her thickening. Dinner was uncomfortable enough. It was just the three of them in the house, since Carolyn was away at college and only came home on the weekends. She looked at Noah, sitting across from her, then at Lucas sitting by her side. There was the love of her life and the man she loved now. They talked a bit about their lives. Danielle said she was working at the fast food restaurant and Lucas had been working at the docks for some time now. Noah was between jobs at the moment and he had a child with an ex, he said. A child? He might as well have stabbed her in the womb. She always thought, always wished that she would give him a child, and so did he. But destiny played its cards and they lost that hand. “A child,” she thought. Danielle started gulping glass after glass of Pinot Grigio, hoping the acid taste of the wine would ease her confusion. Maybe the guys felt the same way, because they matched her drinking without much effort.

Then after the wine came Lucas’ bottle of Jack Daniel’s. She never really got used to the flavor, but she didn’t refuse the bottle when Noah put it in her hands. They were now sitting in the living room, under the dim light of a designer lamp. She put the bottle to her mouth and drank way more than she could handle, making that adorable “blech” face that both men adored. Soon enough the alcohol was doing its job. Talking and laughing quickly followed evocating those times when Noah and Lucas were good friends. They always were, even though Danielle could barely speak to the latter back then.

They weren’t too drunk, but just enough to get away with what they were about to do. How the three of them ended up upstairs, in the bedroom she occasionally shared with Lucas was a mystery to her. And they were kissing her, first the pale and blonde Lucas, then the dark and black haired Noah. And she liked it.

Danielle grinned against Noah’s lips as she noticed that Lucas was staring in amusement, wanting his turn. But he was always rash and impulsive, so he grabbed her dirty blonde hair and pulled her away from his friend’s needy mouth, pressing his own in its place. His tongue lurked inside her mouth, playing with hers. She felt soft pecks going down her neck, to her breasts. Her gasp muffled by Lucas’ mouth.

Noah was kissing, licking and softly nibbling at her over the fabric of her white cherry print dress. “Cherries,” he thought to himself as he unconsciously smiled. What an appropriate print she chose, because that’s what he remembered she tasted like. Like ripe and sweet cherries. That was in the past. Now she smelled like wine and dark chocolate. He pulled down the shoulder straps of her dress, revealing her supple breasts. Nice, no bra. He got closer, his breath making her quiver. He proceeded to slowly run his tongue around her nipple, then over it, savoring the moment before taking it into his mouth. She was a full grown woman now, not the tiny and frail 16 year old he deflowered so many years ago.

Danielle put her tiny hand on his broad shoulder. He looked up at her and realized that she still seemed tiny and frail physically, but he knew that emotionally she was a warrior. He was too, and so was Lucas. They all had been to hell and back. And now they were together, at this moment, on this bed. With the woman who could’ve given him true happiness, but couldn’t anymore. He loved her, and deep inside he knew that she loved him too. He knew in his gut that she didn’t love Lucas like she loved him. But they couldn’t be happy together anymore. They had changed, priorities had shifted, blows had made them stronger and life was now too harsh and too real to be able to go back to what they had 8 years ago. Still he wasn’t going to let the moment pass.

He sucked hard, but gently at the same time, at one rosy nipple, then the other. She unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, showing an expertise she lacked their first and only night together. He let it fall to the floor and knelt before the bed, hiking her dress, parting her legs, his touch like a feather running over her wet white lace thong. Noah carefully removed the skimpy undergarment and tasted her. Just like he imagined, like fine wine that only gets better with age. It was a bit distressing to have her tang in his mouth once again and thinking of all the moments lost away from her, but at the same time it was satisfying, because he thought he’d never have that opportunity again. Yet there they were.

Lucas watched her as she drove his manhood to her mouth. She looked so beautiful, under the faint flicker of the scented candle by her bed. She tantalized him, licking the tip, then sucking it hard and licking it again. He wanted her to take him wholly in her mouth, to suck him off like there’s no tomorrow. He was always impatient. But he waited on her. This was new to Danielle, but not to him, or to Noah. She paused for a beat to take a look at the latter. He was suckling and licking between her legs, and by the gleam Lucas saw in her olive green eyes he knew that the “tall, dark and handsome,” as she had called him earlier, had found her weak spot.

She moaned. A sound so sexy, so familiar yet so foreign to his ears. He wasn’t the one making her moan, that’s why it seemed so off beat. She moaned again, panted heavily. He rest his weight on his arms, firmly secured on the bed, then grabbed her head from behind and placed himself completely in her mouth, muffling her whimpers. She gave in, and started sucking him hard as he thrust. He thrust harder. She sucked harder. He liked that kind of game. Lucas couldn’t help staring at her in all her stunning glory. Pink cheeks flushed with pleasure, luscious cherry lips tightly closed around his member, green eyes rolling back into her head, pale eyelids sluggishly closing, and then opening again, choked groans of sheer delight and her smooth skin trembling under them both. He knew this was her fantasy. She never said such a thing, but he knew it. So he made it real.

He could sense her climax nearing. Noah paused for a second, looked for his approval, and then kept gently sucking her clit. Lucas knew quite well that Danielle was amazingly multi orgasmic so the night was not going to come to an end anytime soon. He envied that about her. He recognized that he didn’t have that quality. If he dared to blow his load before due time it would be over for him, at least for a few minutes. He struggled to keep his thoughts straight, but still felt that well-known tingling sensation in his groin and that different kind of head high that only Danielle gave him. So he moved his slender body away from her, removing his stiff member from her mouth before it was too late.

“Oh god! Oh god!” she managed to say between burdensome gasps of air. The feeling of Noah’s tongue on her tender clit was almost too much too bear. She was near orgasm, and what an orgasm it would be. She could feel it building inside her; she felt feverish, a tickle and burning in her pelvis that made her move to his rhythm. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, just like when you ride a roller coaster and you know that the highest fall is close. Then she felt it. Her orgasm came rushing in all its quivering magnificence, overwhelming her, surrendering her body to him. “Oh f…!” was all that she managed to say. She moaned, she panted, then she trembled.

Danielle stared at Noah, his rough hands wandering around her thighs, his dark brown eyes filled with lust. Subsequently she turned to Lucas. He was resting against the headboard of the bed, his hand firmly stroking his hard penis, his light brown eyes scouting her. She knew he had enjoyed every last bit of the show and now he longed for something more. “Come on Danni babe. Let’s show Noah what you’re made of,” he said smirking, signaling her to his lap. And she obeyed.

Danni, crawled her way to him, sat on his lap, her back facing him and carefully maneuvered his stiff member inside her. She directed her playful gaze at Noah as she began straddling Lucas, letting him know he had an open invitation.

But he just wanted to watch for now. He didn’t even get up off the floor. He just watched her enjoy the ride. He loved looking at the way her full and firm breasts with rose-pink nipples bounced up and down, the way she made Lucas skip a breath every time she swayed her hips, and the way her long golden hair poured down her shoulders. He loved how some strands clung to her face, framing it like a picture in his mind. A portrait that would remind him of this night for years to come. An image he never wanted to forget. He was incredibly aroused at the sight. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, tilted her head backwards as Lucas kissed her neck and he decided he had seen enough.

Noah stood on the bed offering his manhood to her and she willingly took him in her mouth. Danielle placed her hands on Lucas’ knees and changed to a back and forth motion. Oh my, what a delight she was. Definitely not the same shy girl he left behind. She was now a woman, and he never thought he’d see her like this, fucking one man and sucking another off at the same time, with such ease. He tensed, not wanting to come just yet. His muscular body felt weak, dizzy.

She noticed both of her knights in shinning armor were rigid, shivering, holding back. Neither of them could hold on much longer so she switched. Danielle wasn’t about to let the night end without feeling Noah inside of her. She got on all fours, this time her back facing her dark knight allowing him to penetrate her from behind, her mouth running up and down her white knight’s dick.

Noah reached down to her button and started caressing it, at first slowly, but he increased the tempo along with his thrusts. Lucas grabbed her hair by the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine. She started pushing down hard into tall, dark and handsome as she felt her senses going into overloaded. Then again she reached a stout climax. Her lips clenched on Lucas’ pale member, her mouth involuntarily sucked him even harder. Her whole body tensed and trembled.

And as she orgasmed he realized that her muscles were squeezing him deep inside. Muscles that he never even imagined she had, were tugging at him hungrily, tempting him. Noah let out a low groan. He surrendered to the call of her body and reached a mind numbing climax inside of her as he greedily clutched her hips against his pelvis. He felt dizzy, his knees were weak and a prickling sensation was all he felt as he collapsed on the bed, taking deep breaths.

Lucas had the best view of all. He could see Danielle and Noah reach orgasm almost simultaneously. The way his friend was enjoying her, while she was enjoying them both was tantalizing. And even more exhilarating was the fact the he was enjoying himself tremendously, as well as her hot, wet mouth on him and the subtle motion that Noah’s pushes forced on her. That was pure poetry in motion to him, three bodies in perfect synchronization. Then he felt that familiar feeling again. That unique blood rush she gave him. That lightheaded feeling. He held her hair tight. Lucas filled her mouth with his warm cum, breathing heavily, his heart pounding like a hammer in his chest as she swallowed it. He was done for tonight, completely spent, and so were Danielle and Noah.

“See? I told you this wasn’t such a bad idea after all,” he told her as she placed her head on the pillow, beside Noah’s. She just smirked. He got up, his pale skin seemed to glow under the flicker of the still burning candle, took his jeans from the floor and rummaged through the pockets until he found his pack of smokes. Then he lit one and threw the box on the bed as he laid back down beside Danielle. “Suit yourselves,” he said taking a long drag.