I blame it on the July heat.
It was hot, very, very hot; making me sweat in gallons and making my shirt stick to me like second skin, and making me think of hot nights and silk sheets.
In the infernal heat wave that swept through the town, I wasn't the only one trying not to succumb to the battle between sweating to death and roasting to death. Schools and colleges were closed down for the summer, and everyone was trying to find some shade in the blasted furnace of a place that was our town.
It was in my own forage for some cool shade that I saw him past the oak tree, all of him, in glorious detail, rising from the water of the stream, like a Greek god, all wet and bronze and muscles, and NAKED.
I had wandered off to the secluded portion of our land that housed a large part of a slightly dense forest. Almost half of the forest fell upon our neighbor's land, whose son I was friends with since the time we were toddlers; the same friend who I was ogling at, with not just friendly thoughts in my head.
In all the years that I had known Jake, I had not really thought about him in any other way than as a buddy, that I could share jokes with, pour my heartaches out to and rely on in times of need. I had never really seen his wide naked chest, lightly speckled with soft brown hair, or his broad shoulders that I had used many times to cry on. I had never noticed how his abdomen muscles rippled as he moved. Though I had stepped on them quite often, I had never seen his long, lean legs that seemed to stretch forever into the one secret place that made him all male. I found myself unable to tear my eyes from the junction between his long legs that held the most beautiful piece of manhood I had even seen. Granted that I had not seen many, it was still beautiful. I also knew now why the guys called him "stud".
"Oooooh...," a small sigh escaped my lips as I admired the superb male form in front of me. Jake must have heard me, as he looked around trying to find the source of the noise. As he turned his body, I was presented with full frontal view of his erection; Long; just thick enough; smooth and utterly mouth-watering. I mentally kicked myself again. What was I thinking, this was my best friend, friends don't think about their best friends that way, they don't think about kissing them, or licking them, or taking them into their mouths and.... I kicked myself again, this time, really.
"Ouch!"
Stupid me, had cried out LOUDLY, and Jake swiveled around to where I was standing.
"Katie, what are you....." Jake started. His face registered surprise at seeing me standing there. Surprise turned to a sly glint, as he put two and two together. When I realized that he knew I had been watching him naked, my face grew hot, and not just because of the weather.
"Katie..." Jake slowly waded out of the water, water streaming from his wet hair, onto his muscled chest, down to his chiseled stomach, towards...
I tried to close my offensive eyelids, as my eyes again migrated southwards. I tore my eyes away to look at his face. He was looking at me with a strange expression. He eyed me with a barely noticeable hunger in his eyes, and softness in his face that put me at ease inside. Whatever it was, I couldn't look away. I felt blinded, blinded by the beauty in front of me. I knew I should turn around and run away. My brain was screaming at me to run as fast as I could. But I was stuck to the ground unable to move or take my eyes off his, like a deer frozen in front of an oncoming truck, with its blinding headlight.
He was standing close, so close I could count every freckle on his nose. If I took my tongue out, I could lick up the small droplets of water on his chin.
Without taking his eyes off mine, Jake reached out and took my face in his hands. I was so embarrassed and aroused; I couldn't face him, and closed my eyes.
"Open your eyes, Katie", he whispered against my skin. I shivered. I could feel his hot breath on my heated face, tracing my jaw line to rest near my lips. I could almost taste him. He was so close.
Something warm and soft touched my lower lip and my eyes flew open. Jake was staring at my lips and his finger was rubbing my lip so lightly. I barely resisted the temptation to take that finger into my mouth and suck it like I wanted to suck something else of his.
He seemed to tear his eyes away from them to look into my eyes. His grey eyes, usually filled with mischief and merriment were dark, stormy and hungry, and I wanted to drown in them. I wanted to lean forward and touch my lips to his. But the rational part of my mind that was screaming at me to turn away, this was my best friend, made me hesitate.
He made that decision for me as he lowered his mouth and touched my lips gently.
He felt sweet, and soft and everything I had ever wanted my first kiss with a guy to be. He didn't push me to open my mouth, he was not insistent about moving his lips, and he didn't try to grope my body. He simply touched his lips to mine, and in doing that stoked the fire that had been building inside my stomach since I had spied him in the water.