Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2003 16:23:12 EDT
From: NOVeLNAC@aol.com
Subject: Soutnern Nights Part Four

	So here we were senior year.  I was "Big Man on Campus".  I had
rather evolved from a dork to a fairly popular jock.  I couldn't have my
pick of the litter, so to speak, but the girls liked me.  Try as hard as I
might, I couldn't find someone to go steady with.  It wasn't for lack of
trying, mind you.  It's just that none of them felt right.  I'd had a few
make out sessions, but nothing major.

	As the year wound down, I found myself antsy.  There was less and
less school work, and more and more time to talk with friends.  My core
group grew bigger, with Eric, Heather, Angie, Steve, Brenna, and myself
spending a lot of time together.  Eric and I were a duo on the lacrosse
field.  We were among the best.  Opposing coaches were shocked when we told
them we'd only been playing for two years.  And, of course, Heather was at
every game, cheering us (but mostly Eric) on.

	The days to graduation became less and less with each passing week.
Finally, in our last week, there was a rumor circulating.  Steve was having
a huge party to celebrate our "freedom" and everyone was invited.  Of
course I was, but for some reason this felt like a big deal to me.  I was
getting more and more excited with every passing day, when Steve would tell
us more and more details.  Beach house, kegs, huge speakers, all night
long.  I wasn't a drinker, as you know, I could still hardly wait.

	Finally the night comes.  I get to the beach house and walk around,
shaking hands, getting hugs, saying hello to everyone I know.  I mingle, I
joke, I convserate.  I was the star of the party.  But something was
missing.  There were three reasons that I came to this party.  One, to get
out of the house, two, to say goodbye to everyone should I not see them
again, and three, to see Heather.  The whole four years I've been at that
school has revolved around her I realized looking back.  Every year, every
semester, she was in a position so that I could see her.  It had been four
or five hours and nothing.  I hadn't seen her.  Then the pot smoking
started.  I'm not one for that so I escaped into the closest room I could,
popping into a bedroom.

I sat in the room and exuded and gentle sigh.  The music was blaring, the
drinks were being passed around.  Was I having fun?  Not a bit.  I had
looked forward to this night for over a week.  Now he was sitting here
wondering what the wait was for.  Wondering when three would roll around
when the party would disperse and I could take the drunks home.  Tonight
was a bust, plain and simple.  And I hadn't even gotten to see Heather!
That was it.  I was using the bathroom and heading home.  I'll walk, I
don't care.

	After a few minutes in the john (there were some good Entertainment
Weekly's that I hadn't seen) I emerged to hear something faint.  In the
dark room I couldn't see much, I heard a soft, high pitched... sobbing?
"Hello?" I called out.  Then the moonlight poured in from the window,
shining onto her.  It was Heather.  She was crying.  "Heather?  What's
wrong?"  I could see her shake her head, not to dismiss me, but to dismiss
my concern.  None-the-less, I made my way over to her and sat next to her.
"What's wrong?  You know you can tell me..."

She looked up at me with the saddest look on that all-American sweetheart
face.  Her eyes were red, her make up running, hair mussed and anything
resembling a smile gone.  I felt pity and despair flow over me and I
quickly snatched her into a hug.  My arm found her back, which I caressed
slowly in my best attempt to comfort her.  When school began all those
years ago, there's no way in hell I could've done this.  Now... I was a
little different, as was the situation.

I held her close, doing my best to "shhh" her and calm her.  Slowly it was
working.  Her tears dried up, but her makeup still ran and her smile was
still not there.  For minutes we stayed there on the bed.  Finally, she
uttered through a chocked back sob, "I saw... Eric... with Brenna..."  My
heart fell for her.  She'd loved him, truly loved him.  "What do you mean?"
I whispered gently as I stroked her hair.  "I mean... making
out... groping... and..." she stopped.  I could see it in those sad, sad
eyes that she couldn't go on.  I pulled her closer and whispered, "I'm so
sorry..." as we held in that hug for what seemed like an eternity.

We rocked slowly, hoping that the motion would calm her.  We just sat
there, together.  She gave a sigh and pulled away a bit.  I sighed back and
whispered, "Four years built up to this, huh?  What a shitty ending..." I
smirked softly and brushed a strand of hair out of her mouth.  She gave a
soft chuckle at that and whispered, "I never realized until now... how
often you've been there for me..." she bit her lip and looked down before
glancing back my way.  "Thank you Sam..."

I smiled and wiped away a stray tear.  "Any time Heather... any time..."  I
bit my lip, too.  We both knew what was coming next.  Neither of us could
deny it.  Whether we liked it or not... our eyes met.  We slowly leaned in
and gave the softest, gentlest, most tender kiss.  Once again I pulled her
tight to me and she returned the gesture.  Our lips slowly parted and for a
moment, we rested our foreheads on each others.

I pushed in and went for another kiss.  I was not disappointed when my lips
met hers once again.  This time, things were a little heavier.  Our tongues
slowly met each other as hands began to explore.  Hers seemed the neediest
as they found their way up my shirt.  The kiss was broken so that she could
remove it and I took the time to remove her tank top.  Our eyes met again
and we both could see that this was right.

I kissed her again slowly, her hands pulling me close to her.  My hands,
however, had different ideals.  They slipped around her back and found her
bra clasp.  Nervously, I unhooked it.  I pulled away from the kiss and
looked into her eyes before putting my visual attention elsewhere.

I slid off the bra slowly, exposing her pert breasts.  I swallowed at their
sight and licked my lips.  She smiled and whispered gently, "Go ahead..."
I lie her down and kissed her throat and neck and shoulders tenderly.  My
hands found her breasts and groped them slowly as my lips found their way
down between her breasts, onto that tight tummy of hers.  My hands left her
breasts and moved to her pants.  My mouth, however was not done.  My lips
quickly found her nipples and began to suckle on the sweet, pink flesh.  My
hands worked at her pants button and zipper and, to my delight, her hands
followed my lead, going for my belt and zipper.

As I nibbled on her delicious nipples, my hands worked her shorts and, ever
the eager one, bypassing her thong panties.  They were kicked off quickly
and she protested as she had trouble with my pants, which were caught up on
my sneakers.  "Not a problem" I uttered as I kicked them off, followed by
the shorts.  My mouth went back to hers, this time almost desperate for a
taste of her.  Her kiss was no different as she pressed close to me.  Her
hands pulled me close and then worked off my boxers.

There we lie, kissing, close together, naked.  We were both nervous, but
excited.  I caressed her bare hips and looked down at her pubic hair,
shaved to a small stripe.  I gently caressed her right thigh, those thighs
I've been waiting to touch for so long.  Once again, our eyes met.  So much
ran through my head as I glanced down at the tiny, beautiful, naked body.
So much time waiting and it was finally here.

"There are... condoms in the drawer over there..." she meekly mumbled.  I
smiled and kissed her as I reached over into the drawer and pulled out the
package.  I opened it and slowly put it on.  As much as I hate to admit it,
I was nervous.  There she was, finally, mine to have.  I bit my lip and
rubbed her hips softly, my hands shaking a bit, my breathing somewhat
heavy.

She took my hand into hers and whispered, "Shh... calm down... don't
worry... I'll help guide you in..."  Still nervous, I squeezed her hand and
nodded.  I took my member in my hand and guided it towards her wet hole.
My head placed on her entrance as her hand left mine and landed on my cock.
She looked at me and whispered, "Slowly... push... in and out..." and I did
as told.  First the head entered, followed by the shaft.  Slowly,
inch-by-inch, I filled her tight, wet walls.  My hands gripped her hips as
I pushed in, getting the feel of her entrance.

"You're doing great... don't be nervous..."  She caressed my cheek and lie
her head back, letting out a soft groan.  Finally, I had filled those slick
walls to the hilt.  Our pubic hair meshed as I lie in her, my hands moving
from her hips to her breasts.  I looked down at her and smiled softly as I
groped those lovely mounds softly.  I slowly began to thrust in and out of
her, awkwardly, without rhythm.  I closed my eyes, my head going back at
the intense feeling.  This truly was the best feeling ever.  So warm, so
tight, so wet, so beautiful.

"Slower... take your time... we're here for the night..."  My thrusting
calmed, slower, finding a good rhythm.  My breathing came heavier, as did
hers.  She wrapped those sexy thighs around me, pushing me in deeper.  I
groaned as I leaned down, laying a soft kiss on her lips.  Her lips gladly
returned the favor as out tongues met each other once again.  My thrusting
became harder, my moans slowly starting to rise.  "I'm almost there..." I
whimpered to her.  She rubbed my shoulders and whispered through heavy
breaths.  "Slow... I'm almost..."

I calmed a bit as her head went back.  Her face contorting in the familiar
form I'd so often seen, the unmistakable look of impending pleasure.  I
began to thrust harder, as she whimpered and groaned, almost squeaking as I
pushed into her.  She moaned louder, as did I.  Finally, my time came.  I
thrust hard and quick into her as I shot my warm load into the condom just
as her walls squeezed my throbbing member as she climaxed.  I continued to
go into her until I was soft.

I slowly pulled out of her, sliding the condom off and throwing in the
garbage.  Our breathing heavy, our bodies sweaty, I held her tight to me.
Not a word was spoken between us, she just lie her head on my chest as I
held her tight, the moon shining into the room.  Slowly we fell asleep.

We awoke the next morning in each other's arms.  Not an awkward moment was
passed.  We kissed, gave a soft hug, got out of bed and got dressed.  I
sighed softly as I got one last look at her naked body for the night.  I
smiled and whispered.  "So... should I call you sometime?"  She smirked and
chuckled.  "Definitely... most definitely."  I walked over to her and
kissed her gently, to which she returned.  I took her hand and whispered,
"I've been waiting five years for that..."  She smiled softly and squeezed
my hand.  "I hadn't realized it but... I was too."

With that, we left the beach house together.  To this day, we're still
seeing each other.  We both graduated, her walking on stage right behind
me.  Eric and her are still friends, and so are he and I.  He went off to
West Virginia for college.  Heather and I went to different colleges, but
we stayed around here together.  We spend so much time together.  We truly
love each other.  It was worth the wait.

As I finish this, my story of my slowly lost innocence through those crazy
years of high school, I can't help but look back.  Look back at the people
in my life, the things that fate had in store for me.  More than anything,
though, I look back at the crazy things that happen on those warm, humid,
muggy Southern Nights...