It was nearly midnight as I walked Celeste out into the parking lot of the building where we worked. It was a scene played out a hundred times over the past few years. This time, though, as we reached her car, we both paused at the same time to stare up at the big harvest moon behind us, lighting the night with an eerie glow. We stood up against the car doors just looking. “Sshhhhh.”, I said. A bat squeaked by, the only noise other than the light autumn breeze. “Just for a moment…”I said, “think of the moon … the night… and the quiet.” Silence. Our thoughts were far away. Should I say what was in my heart or would it ruin everything? After about a minute, I went on. “Just for a moment, listen to the darkness. Just for the moment, consider the unlikely…impossible fact that….I’ve fallen in love with you.” She seemed to turn toward me in slow motion, her face glowing in the rare moonlight. Her eyes looked up to mine and my lips moved to hers.
“Bryan, No,” Celeste protested before we touched. “It’s too soon. You know I still haven’t gotten over Phillip. It…, well, it all seemed so real, so right with him, you know? I….” Her eyes grew distant. I took a deep breath. I didn’t know what I was about to say. I just knew I had to say it.
“Maybe it was,” I offered. “Maybe…. sometimes something really is right, but just for that moment. The problem is that people try to hang on when the moment has passed, instead of being open to what’s right now.”
“But…”she said after a long pause, wiping away a single tear “You’re here …right now.” It may seem like a sudden change of heart, but this time it was her lips that rose to meet mine, sweetly but hesitantly. Spotlighted in the moonglow we became lost in the night, the kiss and each other’s arms. I could have just held her forever at that point, feeling her breathe, feeling her heart beat behind her small breasts, pressed tightly to my chest. She pulled way and I feared the worst until I saw her open the passenger side back door of her red Corolla and usher me in. She joined me on the other side.
“Celeste, I didn’t mean to…, ” I began, shaking my head.
“Hush. I want this. Just now, out there with the moon, it was like …Phillip was a million years ago; I suddenly realized how much I really do care about you. You’ve been there with me through good times and bad. You always seem to know just what to say. You make me laugh; you make me feel special and good. I want you, Bryan.”
I sighed heavily. “Sweetheart, we’re friends. I….I’ve always wanted you but I don’t want to lose that special friendship we have. That’s very important to me.” She was listening but ignoring me as she unbuttoned her top. A small purple brassiere then came off to release the breasts I’d imagined for so long. She smiled but in the bright moonlight I could tell she blushed a bit, also. Her nipples were long and already hard, perhaps from the cool of the evening. Her apple-sized breasts bobbed as she leaned toward me and began unbuttoning my shirt. Without a sound, she held a finger to her lips to hush my worries. She pulled off my long sleeved shirt and we sat there in the back seat of her car awkward and topless, just taking each other in. She ran her hands slowly over my hairy chest. I reached out, almost tremblingly, and took her lovely little girls into my hands. Her eyes closed in sudden delight and I leaned forward to flick my tongue across the hard tip of her left nipple. Her hands ran lightly across my back as I did this, holding me to my task. I sucked it in between my lips and nibbled it briefly with my teeth. Eventually, her right nipple received equal treatment. Reluctantly, I left them, wet and shiny, only to move up to Celeste’s sweet, sweet lips.
