She feels warm, close. So close that I could feel her heartbeat against my torso. I rest my chin on her head, doing my best to comfort her. My arms rest along her side, my hands at her hips. I feels like this is wrong, but it feels right for some crazy reason.
I ran into him. He is the only one there for me. I press against him, feeling his strength wrap around me. I hear his heart in his chest, and I feel safe. He is my comfort. He is mine. I pull away and look into his handsome eyes. They look right back at me. I blush, forcing myself to look away or do something, but it's useless. I stand there, feeling safe and warm, looking into his trancing eyes.
She pulls away, and looks at me. I stare back into her innocent, beautiful eyes. They shine brighter than the stars on a clear night. We look at each other for a minute, before it happened.
I lean in, and so does she.
I slowly raise up as he leans in, waiting for it to happen.
They meet, full contact. I feel the warmth of them as I savor the moment.
It happened! They touch, like they know what to do. They fit perfectly; so warm, so gentle, and so pleasurable
I pull away, slowly. I look back at him, my face hot. I blush even more, but I'm happy. He is mine.
She pulls away, and I sit there amazed. She blushes, but doesn't break eye-contact. I give a slight smile, but I don't think it showed. I am happy, she is happy, and that's all that matters.