Echoes

Part 15

February 2008

The passing of December and January was surprisingly pleasant. Asher's Uncle Rick held a Christmas celebration at his house and Asher asked Giselle, Zoe, and I to join him. We had, and it ended up being the best Christmas I'd had in my life. No screaming, no shouting, no drunken tirades from my father or self-absorbed tantrums from my mother. 

Just delicious drinks, good food, and great company. Our relationship had already been going well, but the holidays seemed to bring us closer together. I wasn't precisely sure how and when I wanted to officially start over with Asher, but I figured that I would know when the moment came.

I woke up to the feeling of sunshine on my eyes one February morning. They weren't even open, but I could feel the light beating down on me. I pulled my pillow close to my face without daring to open my eyes and wriggled backwards a bit. As I did so, I found my back pressing against something solid, which I realized was Asher's body. Oh yeah, he'd slept over last night. There was also something poking me just under my tailbone. I inhaled sharply and tried to wriggle away as I realized what it was.

"Babe, don't do that to me," Asher groaned, "Please."

"I didn't mean to," I said. "Do you need to...go take care of things?"

This no-sex rule was killing me, especially considering I was jonesing to call it off for the sake of both my body and my mind. He'd slept over a few times the past few weeks, but last night was the first time we'd wound up sleeping next to each other.

"No, we just need to shift our positioning," he replied.

I nodded and rolled over so that we were facing each other.

"Is this better?" I asked.

He laughed.

"It's better now that your amazing ass isn't pressed up against my groin," he said. "But staring at your beautiful face is almost canceling it out."

"It's frustrating," I agreed, burying my head in his chest. "It's never been this difficult not to have sex with someone."

"I didn't know you were ever tempted before we got together," he said casually.

"I knew I wasn't going to do anything," I explained. "But curiosity and hormones nagged me sometimes. Now, though, resistance is far more difficult."

"Of course it is," he said, "It's always easier to resist your urges when you're a virgin."

"Or when you're not with someone you used to do it with," I murmured.

"Don't remind me," he warned.

"It's not as if we don't think about it anyways," I reminded him.

"Mmmm," he said with a nod. "Yeah. Remember that time when your parents were out of town?"

"They were always out of town," I laughed.

"Yeah, but we didn't always spend the weekend with you bent over a piano chair or pool table," he reminded me. His voice was husky, and I felt myself throbbing inwardly.

"Can't take it," I blurted out. The lust in his eyes grew palpable and I lost all control at the sight of it. Within seconds, our lips were fused together. I groaned as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth.

He shifted on top of me, and I found my hand snaking its way under his boxers almost reflexively. As much as I wanted to savor the moment, my lust was too intense to control myself.

"It'll be nice and slow next time," Asher said, as if reading my thoughts, "But right now I want you way too badly to slow down."

I nodded, unable to say anything in the midst of my panting. I yanked down his boxers with lightning speed as he hiked up my nightgown and pulled my underwear to the side.