You answer when I knock, and swing the door wide.I walk into the hotel room, knowing why I have come and having mixed feelings about it.You touch my hand and ask me if I am alright.I shake my head yes, then no.You tell me to sit down on the couch and to just take it easy, so I do.You sit behind me and pull me back to rest on your chest.You are so tall and strong and I feel like a child, but safe.This is good.I can sit like this for a long time.Then you wrap your arms around me and lean into me, kissing the back of my neck.Oh, yes, that will get me, I think.You whisper to me, telling me that my hair smells good, just as you imagined and that I taste good too, as you knew I would.Then you ask me if you can touch me.I nod, yes.You ask if you can touch me wherever you want. I nod yes again.You run your hand down my stomach and under my pants, reaching between my legs.Oh, yes, that will get me, I'm sure.You thrust your finger inside of me, and I arch my back and raise my hips with your movement.I can feel you getting hard behind the small of my back.I am drowning and want this to last forever, but all I want is for you to be inside of me.I have imagined how it would feel, how you would taste and smell.You pull your hand out to unbutton my pants, and I stand and turn to face you, looking you in the eyes for the first time since I walked in the room.I can see you now - that boy, that high school crush in your eyes.It emboldens me, causing me to reach for your pants and quickly start working the buttons open.We are in a fever now, pulling at each other's clothing until we get enough off to successfully complete what we came to do. I straddle you on the couch, rising up first to come down on top of you, and then push forward.You return by thrusting yourself inside of me.I gasp, but reciprocate by pushing my hips forward.Oh yes, you have me.It is more than I imagined.I close my eyes, involuntarily.Your hands are on either side of my hips, gently guiding me; I am rocking with you.I am molten inside, melting away and cannot hear you when you ask me to open my eyes and look at you.You ask me again, and say that you want me to be thinking of you right now and nothing else.I lean forward and around to whisper in your ear.I tell you that you are all I am thinking about.That you are more than I imagined and all I can think about is how good you feel inside of me. Decades fall away and we are 17 again.All the anticipation, longing and years of wondering "if" are upon us now.The two of us in this hotel room, miles away from everyone and miles away from each other, except inside our crush.
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