Summer Heat

Jim and I were just sitting, well, more like lying, on the futon in the recreation room. It was a cool couch; you could change the way it bent so that one person could lay on it, or two people could. Currently, it was bent so that both Jim and I could rest comfortably on it. My head was resting against his shoulder. We were just talking. It wasn't anything important, and we probably wouldn't remember what we had been talking about later. It was a normal day. We were staring out the open window as we chatted. A slight breeze was coming through, rustling the curtains and cooling the room to a comfortable temperature on this hot summer afternoon.

"You know what would be awesome?" I said.

"What?" Jim asked curiously.

"To have a picnic on a cloud," I replied.

"You can't have a picnic on a cloud. You'd fall right through. They're made of water," Jim argued.

"But they look so soft and fluffy. We should try it sometime," I said playfully.

"You're silly," he chuckled.

He gave my side a little poke with his finger, causing me to squirm away from it and thus closer to him. Jim knew I was extremely ticklish, so he poked me again. I tried to squirm away, but Jim just sat up and started to attack my sides with his fingers. I laughed and squealed and thrashed about, trying to push his hands away.

"Stop! Stop!" I gasped between squeals.

After thoroughly torturing me, Jim finally took his hands away. I ceased my giggling and took a moment to catch my breath. With all my wiggling, I had managed to move my body so that I was underneath him, though he was still sitting up. I looked down and fiddled with the skirt of my dress. For some reason, I felt timid, though I wasn't sure why. This was Jim after all; my boyfriend.

I looked up and found Jim staring down at me. The look in his eyes was indescribable. I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world, just from the look in his eyes and the small smile on his face. He slowly started to lean down towards me, his eyes locked on their target. I found my gaze shift down to his lips as well. They remained open until the moment of contact.

The kiss started gentle, as they always did. Our lips moved together in perfect unison. Jim started to move his lips faster, and I followed his lead. His hand came up to cup my neck. I slid my hand up his arm until it rested on his shoulder. As our lips continued to move in sync with each other, I felt something new. The tip of his tongue was just barely brushing against my top lip. I didn't mind it much. In fact, it was an intriguing sensation. After a few tries of him experimenting with this and in which I didn't stop him, Jim actually stuck his tongue inside my mouth. It was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. It didn't stay there for long. It was just a gentle caress and a little brush against my own tongue before it retreated.

Jim pulled back and gazed down at me; that look he had given me before was back in his eyes. I gave him a soft smile, trying to match the look he was giving me. I must have succeeded, because he came back down for more. While he was kissing me, he ran his hand down my body. My extremely sensitive sides loved it when he trailed his hands there, but I didn't squirm like when he tickled me. I just smiled into the kiss and held my breath in anticipation. He noticed this and continued to run his hand up and down my body. He slid his hand down my leg and pulled my knee up so that it was resting on top of his leg. I brought both my arms up so I could hold his head and play with his hair. Because of the abnormally hot summer, he had decided to cut it short. That was fine with me. It was easier to run my fingers through it this way. Jim's hand went back up my leg and he gave my cheek a small squeeze.

He pulled away first again, though this time he gently grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth. As he pulled away, my lip went with him until it slid out from between his teeth. We stared into each other's eyes with love and longing. He gently grabbed me by the waist and pulled me over on top of him so that I was straddling him and he was lying back on the couch. This was all new to me, but I decided to go with the flow and see where it would lead. In this position, I was the one who had to initiate the kissing; something also very new to me, as Jim had always been the one to start off our make-out sessions. But then again, this didn't feel like any old make-out.

I leaned down and locked lips with him. We went back to a slower rhythm, though not as slow as when we had begun. I changed the position of my head every once in a while, tilting it one way or the other, allowing for a little variety. My hair was cascading like a wall around us, the ends tickling Jim's face. Jim brought his hands up and pushed my hair back from my face, tangling it in his fingers and pulling me closer. I'm not sure what compelled me to do this, but I moved away from his lips and started to kiss his neck. I sucked on it a bit, but mostly I just kissed and pushed on his skin with my tongue. I slowly moved up so that I could kiss his earlobe. I traced my lips along the edge of his ear. My hands were on his chest, so I could feel his heart beat increase as I did this. I smiled and moved back towards his lips. I kissed the edge of his lips. I just barely brushed my lips against his, teasing him with the light touches. But whenever he reached to seal the distance between us, I pulled away and went to the other side of his neck, giving it the same treatment. After doing this a few times, Jim couldn't take it anymore. When I started to pull away from his lips for the fourth time, he pulled my head down so our lips could finally be reunited. Admittedly, I was starting to get anxious to actually kiss his lips as well.

Jim's hands released my hair and moved back down my body. He grabbed both my cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. It felt strange, but also good. His hands moved up my body once again. They slipped underneath my short dress so that he could caress the skin on my back and sides. The sensitive skin there exploded with tingling sensations everywhere his fingers brushed. It wasn't as intense as tickling, but it was just as enjoyable. His hands continued to roam up my back until he came to my bra. As I felt him start to unclasp it, I pulled back.

"Wait," I said, stopping him. "I'm not ready for that yet."

"Okay," he responded, looking rather disappointed.

"I'm sorry," I said, biting my lip in nervousness. I was afraid I had ruined the moment.

"No, it's alright," he replied, giving me a reassuring smile.

He sat up and re-clasped my bra. He stayed sitting up and I adjusted my position. I sat in his lap so that my legs were behind his back and his legs were underneath me, supporting my weight. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my forehead against his. I stared at his lips for a while. He smiled that half-crooked grin of his that drives me crazy. It was strange, seeing just his smile but not his eyes. It didn't make that smile any less lovable, it just looked a little more mischievous without his eyes there to tell me what he was feeling.

I slowly brought my lips closer and tilted my head to one side. Jim tilted his head to the other side and closed the gap between us. We went back to a slower pace, simply enjoying each other and cherishing every moment. I would suck on his lower lip a bit to make each kiss last a bit longer. Jim did something quite different then. He bent his fingers so that his nails could run up and down my body. It was a strange sensation, but extremely pleasant. Whenever his fingers would go up my sides and upper back, I would inhale deeply and stretch like a cat does when it's pet. I ran my fingers through his hair and put my hand on the back of his head so that I could pull him closer. He rewarded this behavior by wrapping his arms around me tightly so that he could pull me closer.

We pulled apart for a second to catch our breath, our foreheads resting against each other's. My eyes were half shut, but I could still see him smiling. He kissed my nose playfully before whispering, "You are so cute."

"What is it about me that you find so cute?" I asked out of curiosity.

He pulled away from me so that he could look me in the eyes while he answered.

"Your cheeks. Your eyes. That smile," he said, as I grinned from ear to ear. He gently held my face in his hands and whispered, "Everything."

He kissed my cheek for a few seconds. Then he slowly started to trail kisses down towards my neck. When he got there, he started to give my neck gentle kisses. He slowly became more aggressive, sucking and gently biting the skin there. My whole body tensed, riveted by the sensations I was feeling. I stretched my neck and looked up, giving him access to more of it. As he continued this treatment, I smiled and my eyes drifted shut.

After finishing with my neck, we had one last heated lip battle. His tongue once again entered my mouth, this time staying to explore a bit longer. I even became bold enough to brush mine against his. When we had both had enough, we pulled apart and rested our foreheads against each other. I felt thoroughly exhausted. I guess this is what it feels like to be drunk off of kisses. I felt lightheaded and wonderful. I wanted more, but I didn't think I had the energy to go another round.

"That was…" I breathed out, trying to find the right word.

"Shh," Jim hushed me, bringing his finger to my lips. I smiled against his finger.

I moved off of Jim's lap and we both lay back down on the couch. I rested my head against his chest just above his heart, where I could hear its steady beating. Jim put his arm around me. He traced patterns against my bare shoulder. I bent my leg so that it was resting on top of his. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back before closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the couch. I closed my eyes as well and took a deep breath.

Sometimes, the lazy days of summer are the best days.