Behind the Hill

         His house is built into the hill you might say. Like...like a burrow or a prairie hen nest. Its just, there, all of a sudden, rising out of the ground to meet you.
         The house is surrounded by hills. Well, maybe not hills, they're too small for that. But there's one place behind his house where they all come together and form the sweetest little valley. Nobody can see you from miles around from there. And there's a violet patch all purple and blue velvet and so soft and beautiful. You can just lie there among the violets and look up at the sky, such a bright blue you have to shut your eyes after a second or be blinded by it, and listen to the wind rustle in the tall grass, and just be taken in by the beauty of it all. You know what I mean.
         J. and I came out there one such day. I remember it perfectly, can recall every sight and sound and smell and taste. How we ran down the knoll, laughing our heads off for absolutely no good reason except we were -are- teenagers in love on the most beautiful day in the world. How I slipped accidentally on purpose, pulling him down on top of me so I could feel his strength and his warmth, still laughing.
         J is much taller than I, by maybe a good 9 inches. He is my ideal 'man', tall and with dark hair and those piercing blue eyes, ones I had seen lighten in laughter and darken in passion. He has a certain slouch in his manner, like someone who isn't sure of their position in the world and so therefore tries to walk through it un-noticed. Not that he could.
         I remember that I had a light blue button-down shirt on, almost white but not quite, like when you look through the clouds to the sky above, and a pair of cotton shorts. He had on that dark green A+F shirt, the one that brought out the blue in his eyes and the blackness in his hair...
         His hair. I pulled his mouth down to meet mine with it, tasting his lips and tongue, smelling that signature man smell that never changed no matter how much his cologne did. God, I adored this boy.
         The kiss, fast at first, seemed to slow as we seemed to meld into the ground below. His hands began to wander, started to unbutton my blouse. I gasped as his mouth followed his hands down my neck and landed kisses on my breasts. He licked around my nipple, sucked gently, then harder, sending those waves of pleasure through my body which never got old no matter how many times he did it. My hands left his hair and did some wandering of their own, pulling his shirt up and then off, admiring his strong chest and stomach. He continued down and untied the drawstring on my shorts. I arched for him as he took them off, felt the waves coming on stronger now till I almost wanted to die of it.
         I rolled over, pushing him beneath me. I could see the bulge in his shorts that told me that he was as aroused as I was, and proceeded to kiss down to his lower regions, my fingers working almost of their own volition as I drew off his shorts and boxers. I took him in my mouth, heard his sharp intake of breath as I swirled my tongue around his member, felt him grow even harder.
         To describe things after that would be a bit difficult. I remember kissing him again, of his taking off my shirt and bra, of feeling more aroused than I ever had in my life. But I do remember exactly the look on his face as I took him and guided him into me, that look of apprension and pleasure and something else that I couldnt quite distinguish through eyes heavy lidded with the beginnning of an orgasm.
         I had heard so much about your first time, stuff told to me by friends or read in books. I had been told that it would hurt, that it might be scary, that it felt 'so good.' None of that prepared me for the fire coursing through the very fabric of my being, or readied me for the feeling of being utterly one with J. I let myself go, rode and crested on the fire inside me until I could bear it no longer and then rose higher still.
         There's a patch of crushed violets in the middle of the valley right now, probably a button too, seeing as I can't find it anywhere else. Maybe if you find the house buried in the hill and follow it almost directly North, you'll see it. Until then, the little valley is mine and J.'s alone.