He rolled towards her on the futon they were sharing and kissed her. It was the second time they'd kissed in two years. Between the two kisses had been two very messy, painful relationships and a full two years of pent up teenaged sexuality expressing itself. Two years ago, when they had laid on this very futon, Dylan had been shaking when Jayden kissed him, afraid of making a mistake and repulsing the first girl he'd ever been this close to. Since then, though, they had parted and explored their hearts, their bodies, their adulthood, in separate spheres.
They had stayed close friends but kept their most intimate selves for others. Different lovers had broken their hearts, and they had broken other's hearts as well. How did it come then, he wondered, that they were laying on this same futon again, and he was now kissing her confidently, without a tremble in his body?
It was Jayden's ass that did it. They were hanging out with friends earlier that night. They'd visited the Wal-mart, the Village Inn, all the 24-hour haunts available to under-21s in their town. In the parking lot on the way back to Jayden's car a female friend had slapped her ass playfully. The sharp smacking sound it had made got Dylan's attention, and he couldn't help but imagine the red glow that must be emanating from the skin under Jayden's jeans -- the blurred outline of a hand, punctuated by the brisk December weather. "Ow," she had exclaimed, touching the harassed spot herself and slapping her friend back playfully. "That stings!"
After that, Dylan couldn't stop thinking about it. He was strangely quiet as Jayden drove around the city dropping off the carload of friends, but no one seemed to notice as they were waving their raucous goodbyes. The scattered group of friends and acquaintances had gotten together again for a short reunion after the first semester of college life. After the last old schoolmate had been dropped off, Dylan slipped from the back seat to sit next to Jayden for the last leg of the ride. She turned down the car radio and glanced at him. "Are you coming back to my house?" she asked.
"Sure," Dylan said. He had hoped she would do this. They had planned to spend some time alone together catching up, but one person after another had called to hang out, and the evening had quickly turned into a group event. Jayden lazily turned into her subdivision and onto her street. She left her car in the driveway and they used the key to the front door to get in so they wouldn't wake her parents. When they had crept downstairs to the familiar, well-used rec room, she sighed, "It's so strange to be at home with my parents again. I hate having to worry about them."
"Tell me about it," Dylan said. Spending time at home had been unbearable for him in high school, much less now, when he had tasted the ease of freedom for a few months.
The two of them plopped down on the futon and Dylan wrapped his arms around his old friend. When they first met, she had to coax him to do so, prying his arms away from his body so she could snuggle into the hollow of his chest. Now he didn't feel natural without entangling himself with Jayden a bit. They had meant to catch up and talk about their new lives at school but the conversation didn't flow as easily as they expected. Dylan got up to get himself a Coke as Jayden unfolded the futon. "I have to sleep on it tonight anyway," she said. He downed his pop in seconds and they lay down together again. After a few silent moments, he found himself kissing her.
She kissed back immediately, and he was suddenly at ease. Dylan had been half afraid that Jayden would push him away or freak out, but now he knew for sure that they were on the same page. And Jayden seemed to be racing through the book. Before Dylan could get used to the fact that they were making out, Jayden was pulling his shirt off and feeling the warm skin of his chest with the soft pads of her fingers.
Dylan slipped his hands under the oversized t-shirt Jayden had pulled on when they got to her house. She always changed into pajamas when they hung out in her basement. It made him think that her clothes must be particularly binding for her to want to get out of them so quickly, but then he wasn't complaining. All the better to touch her in.
The kiss was amazing, in Jayden's opinion. She hadn't had such a fantastic kiss in a long time. Dylan's lips were perfectly soft, and his tongue seemed to know exactly where to go. Their mouths flirted, playing with pressure and timing, and she was ecstatic. She really hadn't been expecting it, but this was the perfect way to perk up her holiday break. Jayden flashed back on all the nights they had spent in her basement during high school, too young or confused or committed to really do anything and she thought, perfect timing. And then she thought, I want more. She broke the kiss to pull of Dylan's shirt and he whispered, "I'm not sure you know this, but I've been wanting to do this all night."
Jayden smiled. "I might have guessed," she said. His hands touched the skin under her shirt and traveled across her skin—smooth sailing, she thought. Dylan was always so good with his hands. Jayden remembered one of the first nights after they had started their cuddling rituals, when Dylan had finally gotten the confidence to start initiating touch. She was surprised at how good he was at it, like he had some natural talent at pleasing her skin that didn't need to be taught. Jayden would lay in his arms, letting Dylan have as much of her body as he was willing to take, while she tried to at least pretend to concentrate on whatever movie they were supposed to be watching without letting her eyes close or roll back in her head with pleasure.
Now Dylan was working the same magic on her body, with two years of practice to boot. She could already feel the muscles between her legs start to tense and swell, and things starting to get just the least bit slippery. Dylan pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his hips, and she let him pull off her shirt and unsnap her bra. Jayden bent down to keep kissing him and her breasts brushed his chest ever so slightly, sending sensations through both of them.
She put her hands on him, felt the warm taught skin of his chest and stomach. His muscles contracted under his skin where she touched him, and she could feel him start to get hard between her legs. Jayden ran her hands down Dylan's chest to his tight abs and traced the perimeter of his narrow waist. She slid her fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled away from his mouth. She kissed his neck, his collarbone, his chest, as she moved her hand farther into uncharted territory.
Damn, he was thinking. Half-naked Jayden on top of me. He enjoyed the thought for a moment and then he thought, I want more. She was pulling at the button on his fly now, and while she busied herself with it he took the chance to slide his hand into her pants, between her skin and the soft fabric of her underwear. He focused on the hidden skin. It was incredibly soft, and smooth, all the way down to her lips. She felt hot, almost red, and for a moment his mind flashed back to the red mark he had imagined on her ass earlier that night.
