N is for New
I've never felt anything like this before. It's so...new. I'm not used to the physical pull I feel to protect her, be near her, make her smile, make her mad, and just have her around. There has never been another person besides Gene that I really truly let in, and with him I didn't really have too much of a choice. We've been together since conception-literally.
There was a time when I swore no one else would know my mind, know my heart, but that was before her.
It's all so new. The sensation of having her close. Her hand in mine. My body wrapped around hers. Watching her lay on the bed after passing out. Each of these times I can't help but marvel at how these new feelings bubble inside of me. These thoughts are new too.
It started out innocent enough. When I caught her watching me I wondered what her lips would taste like. I had seen her applying strawberry scented lip gloss and I couldn't help but wonder if it would taste like berries too.
Then came those skirts, the school uniforms with thigh highs. The tank tops with no bra beneath. Those caused a whole host of new thoughts..
It's new for me to desire things like this, to feel her smooth skin beneath my fingers, push the material of those short skirts up and lay her bare to me.
It's also new for me to have desires like this. I desire to taste the salt of her skin, to feel her legs wrapped around me and then..well these desires are also new to me.
It's because Mai is so new, so alive, so very Mai.
It's all so new to me, but I don't think it'll ever get old.