Chapter 2
That day at Brady's apartment forever changed my life. I can still feel the strength of his arms as he was swinging me around in celebration. It was then that I felt free enough to express my feelings to him. They came out in a rush, an almost jumbled mess. His facial expression changed as he listened to my rambling admission and then he bowled me over with his own admission.
Maybe I should feel guilty about what transpired. I was still dating Philip at the time and yet he was the furthest thing from my thoughts. It was as though a dam had burst and the feelings that Brady and I had kept bottled up were now free flowing. Neither of us could think fast enough to let out all the emotions that were now at the surface. So there I stood in his arms feeling the sensations of love and not even caring what tragedy could befall us. It was just like my dreams only better.
His lips met mine with a need and power that I had never experienced before. I could feel his skin beneath my hands as I pulled off his shirt and ran my hands along the muscles of his chest. He gently though vigorously led me back to his bedroom. There were no words between us. I am not sure that there could even be words to describe what we were feeling. I stared into his eyes as I reclined on his bed. Our clothes becoming rumpled piles on the floor.
It was my first time and perhaps I should have felt scared or nervous, but those were the last things I felt. Whispered words of affection and love came from both of our mouths as we continued the slow assault on each other's bodies. His hand lightly separated my legs before he inserted his finger into my core. The perpetual motion of his finger drove me mad with passion for him. Our kissing became more and more fervent. His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck and then to my breasts where he kissed and kneaded with a sweet determination that I had only imagined. My body began to lose its restraint as I let it all wash over me. I am sure that I am blushing now telling you how my first orgasm was so intense. My only coherent thought was that only my Brady could make me feel like this.
Brady was so gentle and yet so passionate. When he entered me I only felt a momentary pain that soon subsided into a pleasure that cannot be described with words. The once gentle tempo soon gave way to a more demanding pace. I could feel my body tighten again as we both went over the edge together.
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It is hard for me to describe the next two weeks. Brady and I opened up to each other and explored the new facets of our relationship. Everything seemed perfect.
We sat one evening wrapped up in each other's arms on the fire escape outside his apartment. He was lazily running his hand along my leg. I wanted that moment to last forever with its quiet simplicity and security.
"I've been thinking…" Brady began to say.
"Well I have heard that you could do that," I laughed.
"I have been thinking about us and this summer silly," he said taking a moment to nuzzle my neck.
"And what conclusion did you come to?"
"Why don't we head down to the beach? We could get away from Salem and just relax and enjoy each others company for a while."
His breath was hot against my neck as his voice sang to me. I could not think of anything I would rather do.
That day at Brady's apartment forever changed my life. I can still feel the strength of his arms as he was swinging me around in celebration. It was then that I felt free enough to express my feelings to him. They came out in a rush, an almost jumbled mess. His facial expression changed as he listened to my rambling admission and then he bowled me over with his own admission.
Maybe I should feel guilty about what transpired. I was still dating Philip at the time and yet he was the furthest thing from my thoughts. It was as though a dam had burst and the feelings that Brady and I had kept bottled up were now free flowing. Neither of us could think fast enough to let out all the emotions that were now at the surface. So there I stood in his arms feeling the sensations of love and not even caring what tragedy could befall us. It was just like my dreams only better.
His lips met mine with a need and power that I had never experienced before. I could feel his skin beneath my hands as I pulled off his shirt and ran my hands along the muscles of his chest. He gently though vigorously led me back to his bedroom. There were no words between us. I am not sure that there could even be words to describe what we were feeling. I stared into his eyes as I reclined on his bed. Our clothes becoming rumpled piles on the floor.
It was my first time and perhaps I should have felt scared or nervous, but those were the last things I felt. Whispered words of affection and love came from both of our mouths as we continued the slow assault on each other's bodies. His hand lightly separated my legs before he inserted his finger into my core. The perpetual motion of his finger drove me mad with passion for him. Our kissing became more and more fervent. His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck and then to my breasts where he kissed and kneaded with a sweet determination that I had only imagined. My body began to lose its restraint as I let it all wash over me. I am sure that I am blushing now telling you how my first orgasm was so intense. My only coherent thought was that only my Brady could make me feel like this.
Brady was so gentle and yet so passionate. When he entered me I only felt a momentary pain that soon subsided into a pleasure that cannot be described with words. The once gentle tempo soon gave way to a more demanding pace. I could feel my body tighten again as we both went over the edge together.
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It is hard for me to describe the next two weeks. Brady and I opened up to each other and explored the new facets of our relationship. Everything seemed perfect.
We sat one evening wrapped up in each other's arms on the fire escape outside his apartment. He was lazily running his hand along my leg. I wanted that moment to last forever with its quiet simplicity and security.
"I've been thinking…" Brady began to say.
"Well I have heard that you could do that," I laughed.
"I have been thinking about us and this summer silly," he said taking a moment to nuzzle my neck.
"And what conclusion did you come to?"
"Why don't we head down to the beach? We could get away from Salem and just relax and enjoy each others company for a while."
His breath was hot against my neck as his voice sang to me. I could not think of anything I would rather do.