Southern Nights

By moc.loa@CANLeVON

Published on Oct 2, 2003

Bisexual

So here we were senior year. I was "Big Man on Campus". I had rather evolved from a dork to a fairly popular jock. I couldn't have my pick of the litter, so to speak, but the girls liked me. Try as hard as I might, I couldn't find someone to go steady with. It wasn't for lack of trying, mind you. It's just that none of them felt right. I'd had a few make out sessions, but nothing major.

As the year wound down, I found myself antsy. There was less and less school work, and more and more time to talk with friends. My core group grew bigger, with Eric, Heather, Angie, Steve, Brenna, and myself spending a lot of time together. Eric and I were a duo on the lacrosse field. We were among the best. Opposing coaches were shocked when we told them we'd only been playing for two years. And, of course, Heather was at every game, cheering us (but mostly Eric) on.

The days to graduation became less and less with each passing week. Finally, in our last week, there was a rumor circulating. Steve was having a huge party to celebrate our "freedom" and everyone was invited. Of course I was, but for some reason this felt like a big deal to me. I was getting more and more excited with every passing day, when Steve would tell us more and more details. Beach house, kegs, huge speakers, all night long. I wasn't a drinker, as you know, I could still hardly wait.

Finally the night comes. I get to the beach house and walk around, shaking hands, getting hugs, saying hello to everyone I know. I mingle, I joke, I convserate. I was the star of the party. But something was missing. There were three reasons that I came to this party. One, to get out of the house, two, to say goodbye to everyone should I not see them again, and three, to see Heather. The whole four years I've been at that school has revolved around her I realized looking back. Every year, every semester, she was in a position so that I could see her. It had been four or five hours and nothing. I hadn't seen her. Then the pot smoking started. I'm not one for that so I escaped into the closest room I could, popping into a bedroom.

I sat in the room and exuded and gentle sigh. The music was blaring, the drinks were being passed around. Was I having fun? Not a bit. I had looked forward to this night for over a week. Now he was sitting here wondering what the wait was for. Wondering when three would roll around when the party would disperse and I could take the drunks home. Tonight was a bust, plain and simple. And I hadn't even gotten to see Heather! That was it. I was using the bathroom and heading home. I'll walk, I don't care.

After a few minutes in the john (there were some good Entertainment Weekly's that I hadn't seen) I emerged to hear something faint. In the dark room I couldn't see much, I heard a soft, high pitched... sobbing? "Hello?" I called out. Then the moonlight poured in from the window, shining onto her. It was Heather. She was crying. "Heather? What's wrong?" I could see her shake her head, not to dismiss me, but to dismiss my concern. None-the-less, I made my way over to her and sat next to her. "What's wrong? You know you can tell me..."

She looked up at me with the saddest look on that all-American sweetheart face. Her eyes were red, her make up running, hair mussed and anything resembling a smile gone. I felt pity and despair flow over me and I quickly snatched her into a hug. My arm found her back, which I caressed slowly in my best attempt to comfort her. When school began all those years ago, there's no way in hell I could've done this. Now... I was a little different, as was the situation.

I held her close, doing my best to "shhh" her and calm her. Slowly it was working. Her tears dried up, but her makeup still ran and her smile was still not there. For minutes we stayed there on the bed. Finally, she uttered through a chocked back sob, "I saw... Eric... with Brenna..." My heart fell for her. She'd loved him, truly loved him. "What do you mean?" I whispered gently as I stroked her hair. "I mean... making out... groping... and..." she stopped. I could see it in those sad, sad eyes that she couldn't go on. I pulled her closer and whispered, "I'm so sorry..." as we held in that hug for what seemed like an eternity.

We rocked slowly, hoping that the motion would calm her. We just sat there, together. She gave a sigh and pulled away a bit. I sighed back and whispered, "Four years built up to this, huh? What a shitty ending..." I smirked softly and brushed a strand of hair out of her mouth. She gave a soft chuckle at that and whispered, "I never realized until now... how often you've been there for me..." she bit her lip and looked down before glancing back my way. "Thank you Sam..."

I smiled and wiped away a stray tear. "Any time Heather... any time..." I bit my lip, too. We both knew what was coming next. Neither of us could deny it. Whether we liked it or not... our eyes met. We slowly leaned in and gave the softest, gentlest, most tender kiss. Once again I pulled her tight to me and she returned the gesture. Our lips slowly parted and for a moment, we rested our foreheads on each others.

I pushed in and went for another kiss. I was not disappointed when my lips met hers once again. This time, things were a little heavier. Our tongues slowly met each other as hands began to explore. Hers seemed the neediest as they found their way up my shirt. The kiss was broken so that she could remove it and I took the time to remove her tank top. Our eyes met again and we both could see that this was right.

I kissed her again slowly, her hands pulling me close to her. My hands, however, had different ideals. They slipped around her back and found her bra clasp. Nervously, I unhooked it. I pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes before putting my visual attention elsewhere.

I slid off the bra slowly, exposing her pert breasts. I swallowed at their sight and licked my lips. She smiled and whispered gently, "Go ahead..." I lie her down and kissed her throat and neck and shoulders tenderly. My hands found her breasts and groped them slowly as my lips found their way down between her breasts, onto that tight tummy of hers. My hands left her breasts and moved to her pants. My mouth, however was not done. My lips quickly found her nipples and began to suckle on the sweet, pink flesh. My hands worked at her pants button and zipper and, to my delight, her hands followed my lead, going for my belt and zipper.

As I nibbled on her delicious nipples, my hands worked her shorts and, ever the eager one, bypassing her thong panties. They were kicked off quickly and she protested as she had trouble with my pants, which were caught up on my sneakers. "Not a problem" I uttered as I kicked them off, followed by the shorts. My mouth went back to hers, this time almost desperate for a taste of her. Her kiss was no different as she pressed close to me. Her hands pulled me close and then worked off my boxers.

There we lie, kissing, close together, naked. We were both nervous, but excited. I caressed her bare hips and looked down at her pubic hair, shaved to a small stripe. I gently caressed her right thigh, those thighs I've been waiting to touch for so long. Once again, our eyes met. So much ran through my head as I glanced down at the tiny, beautiful, naked body. So much time waiting and it was finally here.

"There are... condoms in the drawer over there..." she meekly mumbled. I smiled and kissed her as I reached over into the drawer and pulled out the package. I opened it and slowly put it on. As much as I hate to admit it, I was nervous. There she was, finally, mine to have. I bit my lip and rubbed her hips softly, my hands shaking a bit, my breathing somewhat heavy.

She took my hand into hers and whispered, "Shh... calm down... don't worry... I'll help guide you in..." Still nervous, I squeezed her hand and nodded. I took my member in my hand and guided it towards her wet hole. My head placed on her entrance as her hand left mine and landed on my cock. She looked at me and whispered, "Slowly... push... in and out..." and I did as told. First the head entered, followed by the shaft. Slowly, inch-by-inch, I filled her tight, wet walls. My hands gripped her hips as I pushed in, getting the feel of her entrance.

"You're doing great... don't be nervous..." She caressed my cheek and lie her head back, letting out a soft groan. Finally, I had filled those slick walls to the hilt. Our pubic hair meshed as I lie in her, my hands moving from her hips to her breasts. I looked down at her and smiled softly as I groped those lovely mounds softly. I slowly began to thrust in and out of her, awkwardly, without rhythm. I closed my eyes, my head going back at the intense feeling. This truly was the best feeling ever. So warm, so tight, so wet, so beautiful.

"Slower... take your time... we're here for the night..." My thrusting calmed, slower, finding a good rhythm. My breathing came heavier, as did hers. She wrapped those sexy thighs around me, pushing me in deeper. I groaned as I leaned down, laying a soft kiss on her lips. Her lips gladly returned the favor as out tongues met each other once again. My thrusting became harder, my moans slowly starting to rise. "I'm almost there..." I whimpered to her. She rubbed my shoulders and whispered through heavy breaths. "Slow... I'm almost..."

I calmed a bit as her head went back. Her face contorting in the familiar form I'd so often seen, the unmistakable look of impending pleasure. I began to thrust harder, as she whimpered and groaned, almost squeaking as I pushed into her. She moaned louder, as did I. Finally, my time came. I thrust hard and quick into her as I shot my warm load into the condom just as her walls squeezed my throbbing member as she climaxed. I continued to go into her until I was soft.

I slowly pulled out of her, sliding the condom off and throwing in the garbage. Our breathing heavy, our bodies sweaty, I held her tight to me. Not a word was spoken between us, she just lie her head on my chest as I held her tight, the moon shining into the room. Slowly we fell asleep.

We awoke the next morning in each other's arms. Not an awkward moment was passed. We kissed, gave a soft hug, got out of bed and got dressed. I sighed softly as I got one last look at her naked body for the night. I smiled and whispered. "So... should I call you sometime?" She smirked and chuckled. "Definitely... most definitely." I walked over to her and kissed her gently, to which she returned. I took her hand and whispered, "I've been waiting five years for that..." She smiled softly and squeezed my hand. "I hadn't realized it but... I was too."

With that, we left the beach house together. To this day, we're still seeing each other. We both graduated, her walking on stage right behind me. Eric and her are still friends, and so are he and I. He went off to West Virginia for college. Heather and I went to different colleges, but we stayed around here together. We spend so much time together. We truly love each other. It was worth the wait.

As I finish this, my story of my slowly lost innocence through those crazy years of high school, I can't help but look back. Look back at the people in my life, the things that fate had in store for me. More than anything, though, I look back at the crazy things that happen on those warm, humid, muggy Southern Nights...


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