Court’s best friend
and I knew she had never been touched the way I wanted to touch her. I
got out of the ocean and we headed back up to our bikes. When we pulled
up outside my house I told her to wait so I could make sure she got inside her
house okay. I put our bikes away in the garage and then walked her across
the street, my heart racing faster than it ever had.
On the way across the street I looked over at her as she was biting her bottom
lip and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to touch her when we got
onto her porch out of the view of any passing cars. Her mother was not
home yet and when she stood in front of me unlocking the door I lost my will
and brushed her hair from her shoulder exposing her bare skin to me. I
felt her tremble with my touch and that was all I needed to know she would not
stop me if I tried to kiss her. I kissed her shoulder first and when she
turned to face me I put my hands on her face and leaned in close to her using
my thumb to un-tuck her lip from her teeth. I traced her lips with my
thumb, watching her eyes to see if she was okay with my touch. Her breathing
became heavy again and with that I took her lip into my mouth and kissed her
softly until she parted her lips slightly, inviting in my tongue.
Our kiss grew in intensity and it was as if we couldn’t get enough of each
other. Her hands roamed my body and I had to stop to catch my breath for
a minute before pushing her up against her front door and letting my hands
finally touch her in the places that had called to me that night. I
placed my knee between her legs and parted them while I pressed myself against
her, pulling her hips closer to me as we kissed. If it was any other girl
I would have taken her home right then but she was special and I knew she
deserved more than a night in my room. When I heard her moan against my
mouth I pulled away quick before I could no longer stop myself. I rested
my forehead against hers, steadied my breathing and then left her there on the
porch so I wouldn’t take what wasn’t mine.
I knew as I crossed the street that night I could never kiss her again.
As much as I wanted her, I could not bare to think that I could jeopardize her
relationship with my sister. I betrayed my heart when I crossed that street and
I have paid for it every day since. Court was her only friend and our
house, her safe escape. I lay awake in my room that night waiting to hear
her sneak into Court’s room. When she did, I could hear her cry and held
my breath to see if she would tell Court. I knew that I had broken her
heart and the tears she was crying were because of me but I told myself it was
for the best. She never mentioned what happened that night to my sister
and as far as I know we are still the only two people who know what took place
on that porch.
It might have been for the best but the
memory of her touch and taste has never left me. I tried hard to forget
her, dating many women and making sure not to ever be alone with Cait
again. My heart wanted her more than it wanted anything. It is the
kind of need that you only read about, a longing that lasts a lifetime and an
emptiness that can’t be filled. I have been in love with Cait since that
night on the porch and it is as hopeless to try to stop as the imminent death
of my sister, my other love.
Chapter 8
Cait
When Matt left me on the porch one night after he kissed me I thought I had
done something wrong. I had never been kissed by a boy before and when he
touched me I couldn’t help but to tremble. As he traced my lips I felt
the warmth everywhere in my body, the intense desire to feel him close to me
building in a way I had never felt before. His mouth was warm against my
lips and I had opened my mouth to allow his tongue to find mine. I was cautious
at first, having never kissed before and afraid I would do it wrong but when
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