Lovers Forever

First Time Together

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I nodded, frowning glad at least we were shaded by the willow.

"Maybe he's sorted someone to give us a lift or something, he did that another time when we were half absent!" Christine suggested, her eyes looking deeply into mine. "A lift back to our place." She added longingly.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, she wanted us to go home, maybe she wanted more.

"We are over here, what is it?" I yelled back.

"I can't even see you?" Mick chuckled loudly.

"We are..." I began trying to think of an excuse and despite the alcohol in my system, I pulled out something that would make sense without arousing suspicion. "Christine's pretty drunk. Just trying to get her some fresh air and everything." Christine nodded beside me with a grin, and I rested my spare hand on hers.

"Alright, I'm about to leave, with John. Did you want a lift home?"

"That'd be great." I swallow as the implications of what I'm about to say cross my mind. "Just take us back to our place? We aren't up for afters at yours!" I then said, knowing usually Mick would take just the band members back to his house where we all relax or get more out of minds on whatever drug he seemed to be trialling.

"Yeah, Meet me at the car? Do you need a hand with her?" He asked, clearly lingering back like he thought we were ill or something, alcohol or periods were always usually good excuses to get men to avoid us like the plague.

"No, we are okay, will just be a minute!" I said and Christine turned her hand so that our palms were touching, and I threaded my fingers between hers. And as we get to our feet, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. This was my best friend. This was the most beautiful girl in the world. This was the girl who'd commanded my thoughts for years, and now I wore the marks of her teeth on my neck. This was real.

Holding her hand in what I hoped looked like a supportive gesture to a friend who'd had far too much to drink, we weaved through the house to where we'd dropped our bags, and then out the front to where Mick stood, leaning against his car. The front passenger window was down, and John was chatting with him through it; I was glad that luckily they hadn't brought Lindsey with them, I didn't feel like the awkwardness.

"Need a hand?" asked Mick, catching sight of us. He opened the door, and I slid in.

"Come on, Chris. You take the window."

"Thanks." The slur in her voice was pretty convincing and I could tell she was holding back a smirk, even though times like this had really happened before, she was good at hiding her drunkenness though and seemed to be able to outdrink anyone, even the guys, I was usually the tipsy slurring giggler but Mick and John bought it.

Mick closed the door behind her once Christine was settled, I began letting my fingers linger on her hip for a second or two longer than necessary. When Mick settled down in the driver's seat, he looked back at me. "All okay?"

"Yeah." I almost panicked as I saw his eyes move to my neck, spotted with hickeys and bite marks, but he didn't say anything. Just turned back to the wheel.

The drive was about ten minutes long. Never in my life had ten minutes felt that long before. I'd been imagining, craving, Christine's kisses for years, and now that I knew what they felt like, losing them felt like withdrawal. Christine's thigh was hot against mine, and her hand was resting on my knee. When nobody was paying attention to the backseat, she would trace little circles on my thigh. Knowing what it was like to kiss her, to touch her, and knowing that when the drive was finally over I'd be doing the same thing again -- and maybe going further... I shook my head to clear it. I was already spending the trip painfully aware of the embodiment of sexual tension sitting by my side. No need to exacerbate it.