Free Waiting for Her Soldier by Cassie Laurent Page B

gaining in intensity and momentum despite everything I did to fight it off.
    Before I knew it, it was here, the feeling of orgasm, pure ecstasy rocketing through me, better than I’d ever felt before. Bucking and gyrating I leaned into Darren, my body uncontrollable, convulsed by the intensity of the pleasure I was experiencing. I was moaning loudly, but it was beyond my control. It was the passion of an animal, pure and impulsive, not subject to our human rationality, a completely physical reaction to the bygone fury of our tryst.
    As I leaned into Darren, I felt my body growing weak. On the tail end of orgasm, exhaustion was setting in.
    “I’m about to come,” grunted Darren, his powerful strokes growing less purposeful as he felt his own orgasm exploding to the surface of his consciousness.
    “Come baby, come inside me,” I said, feeling deliciously dirty at the thought, wanting it more than I’d even realized.
    Then I felt his load shooting inside me, hot and sticky, swimming around in my folds. Darren held his cock deep inside me as he came, the feeling of his semen inside me making me gyrate again slightly, turned on by this warm, new sensation. He reached up and touched my chin, gently guiding my face toward his.
    He held me there briefly, pausing to look deep into my eyes. I felt his breath playing across the soft skin of my face as I looked back at him, waiting, not knowing what he was after in that long exchange of glances. Without notice he moved in to kiss me. Parting his lips, I plunged my tongue into his mouth, a kiss of hot passion, with a desire enhanced by the intensity of the love-making that had just occurred between us, the perfect sex that had shaken both our bodies, extending the ecstasy to our very cores. When the kiss ended, I rested my head on his shoulder.
    “I’m absolutely exhausted,” I said, my breath still short as my body recovered.
    “Me too,” said Darren, kissing me gently on top of my head.
    And now that we’d finally done what had been on both our minds, I felt comfortable asking straightforwardly a question I’d long wanted an answer to.
    “Why did it take us so long to do that?”
    “Well, babe. I last a long time.”
    I picked my head up and saw Darren with a sarcastic grin on his face. I playfully slapped him on the shoulder and laughed.
    “You know what I mean,” I said.
    “Well, I don’t know. I was in the hospital only a few days ago. You’ve been busy at the shop prepping for Thanksgiving. I guess we just never found the time.”
    “No, I mean, why now? Why did it take this long? Why not back in high school?”
    Darren looked away, pondering my question for a moment. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly a simple question. We were different people back then, and who knew if we would ever find an adequate answer. I guess part of me just wanted to know how long Darren had felt like this about me, because given the recent events in our lives, I realized that deep down I had always wanted him like this, even when I was much younger. The Darren turned to look at me, finally settling on an answer.
    “I never considered it an option really. I’d always thought of us as friends, and I didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize that. If I’m being honest, I developed a huge crush on you around eighth grade. Yes, of course we were friends before that, but that was the year you came back from summer camp and all of the sudden you had developed these gorgeous breasts,” he said, pausing momentarily as he gave me a teasing squeeze. I laughed.
    “But you never did anything?”
    “No, I didn’t have the guts. What if you weren’t interested? You’d never made it obvious you liked me like that. You didn’t make it obvious until earlier today. So I told myself back then that we’d stay friends, that it would just never happen. And gradually that’s how things came to be, slowly my crush got less intense and I could see you as just a friend again. But that started