I'm always amazed at the amount of light that a full moon can produce. In the darkness of the night, it doesn't seem like I should be able to see this well. Streetlights and porchlights on our nearby houses give some ambient light, but it wouldn't be enough to see by. However, on a night like this when the moon is full and the sky is clear with stars staring and blinking back at me as a gaze up at them, I don't need a flashlight. I lay on my back with my hands under my head as I look at the night sky. Claire lies next to me looking at the same postcard view. I hold my hand out like if I could just stretch far enough I could reach a star and shake its light rays like a hand. Then I let my arm fall to my side, and Claire's hand finds mine.
A car drives by playing music too loudly for the time of night it is and breaks the reverent silence. The car reminds me that we are simply lying in our backyard surrounded by fences and urbanity and not somewhere far away from everybody and everything. Claire squeezes my hand, and I look over at her. I remember how we used to say we were going stargazing and then make out the entire time when we were in high school. We did some stargazing of course, but we spent more time gazing into ourselves and each other wondering about and hoping for what the future would have in store. Now years later, I've gotten what I had hoped for and she was lying right beside me.
I roll over and face Claire now. She looks at me. I kiss her gently and hold our lips together for a long kiss. When I break off the kiss, I can see her smile reflected in the moonlight. She kisses me this time, and as she does, she rolls to her side to. We embrace each other as our kissing becomes more passionate. Our lips part and our tongues caress. Our hands slowly explore our bodies and our love is as fresh and strong as if it was the first time. On those nights we'd stargaze, we'd challenge ourselves to see how long we could kiss. We've never broken our high school record as now we can't last that long before we need to make love to each other and tonight will be no different.
The kisses become more urgent and our hands work their way under our clothes. Claire touches my chest and shoulders. I work my hand under her bra and fondle her breasts. She pulls me in closer to her, and her hands run up and down my back. I move my hands to her back and then down. The fabric of her shorts is tight across my hand as I grab her butt and squeeze. I follow the curve of her down to where cheek meets thigh and relish one of the sexiest places to touch. Her hands follow suit and she grabs my butt as well. She pushes my hips forward against her so that she can feel my rapidly erecting penis against her. We remain in this state of happy urgency as we make out and fondle for an unknown amount of time. Crickets chirp around us and the silence is only broken by the occasional car driving by.
