Page 28 of Hitting the Goal Line
During my parents’ divorce, it was my safe space, my escape. We’ve watched movies in here. We’ve had more than a hundred sleepovers in here. We’ve been through so much shit together in this room, and through all of it, I never thought that I would be walking in here, with Sophia in my arms, all the while I burn up with anticipation to kiss her again.
I lay her on her bed, and I quickly climb on top of her, hovering my weight over her so that I don’t hurt her.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, noticing the worry that has suddenly appeared in her eyes. I brush her hair out of her face, trying to see if I can calm her down, but I have no idea if it’s working.
She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and the worry in her eyes grows even more.
“I’m a little scared,” she admits.
I try to pull away from her, but she wraps her legs around my waist to hold me in place.
“We don’t have to do anything. We can stop things right here, right now,” I offer.
I would never pressure Sophia to do something that she wasn’t comfortable with. Sure, when we were five I pushed her to get on the ice when we first met, but this is different.
“I want to,” she says, letting out a breath. “I just...” she stops as if she needs time to think about what she wants to say. “Promise me, that whatever happens here tonight, it won’t ruin us. I can’t lose my best friend.”
My eyes stay with hers as I give her my promise. “I promise that whatever happens between us tonight won’t ruin us. I can’t lose my best friend either.”
It’s supposed to be a promise but in reality I know it’s a lie. A lie that burns my tongue. Because this will in fact ruin our friendship beyond repair. After tonight no matter what we do, no matter if we just kiss or go further than that, our relationship will change. For the better or for the worse, it will change. Whether we want it to or not, our friendship has already changed. With just one simple kiss, it has changed. There’s no going back now.
From the look in her eyes, her mind is going in the same direction mine is, but that doesn’t stop her from sliding her hands into my hair and bring my face down to hers.
This time, instead of me taking something that I wanted, it’s Sophia taking something that she wants. Her lips move in such a hungry way that I’m desperate to give her everything that she wants.
I know I’m not her first kiss, she went on about how horrible that was when it happened, but this is her first, or should I say second, kiss with me and I want it to be a fucking memorable one. I want this to be her most memorable kiss ever, and a selfish part of me wants it to be her favorite and best one.
Our tongues slide together, tasting what the other has to offer, and I’m not going to lie, it feels so damn good.
I have the girl that I’ve thought about constantly in ways that I shouldn’t have, under me and her mouth is fucking perfection. Soft and warm.
As my mouth dances with hers, I shift just slightly so that I can place a hand on her hip and let it slip up and down her body in a soft caress. I’m bold enough to make it under her shirt and the way that Sophia lets out a hum drives me so crazy, I start thinking up different things that I can do to get that sound out of her again.
I pull my mouth away from hers and move it to her neck to places kisses against the exposed skin. That perfume that she wears is burning into my brain so that I can smell every damn day.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, keeping my hand on her ribs and not any further up.
“Please,” she pants out, arching her back in the process.
My hand moves up her torso until it’s just under her bra. I let my palm glide over the material, desperately wanting to have skin to skin contact with her. But this may be the one and only time I have her like this, so I’m going to take my time and appreciate every single inch of the beauty that is Sophia.
I move my mouth down her neck until I reach her chest. Earlier, I hated this shirt that she is wearing, but now, I’m loving it so damn much.
Feeling the need to see more of Sophia, I sit up, straddling her body and place my hands on the edge of her shirt. I look at her, with a silent question in my eyes and with a nod, she gives me the permission to take her shirt off.
The second that the small crop top is off her, my mouth starts to water at the sight before me. Her tits are wrapped around in black lace that barely cover her and the locket I gaveher for Christmas three years ago, sits perfectly between the two mounds.
I love that she never takes off something that I gave her. That she is always wearing it, even when she goes out on dates. It’s as if she is always holding a part of me close to her heart.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say to her, letting my finger run along her exposed skin.
“You’re biased,” she answers but arches her body into my touch.
"Maybe I am, but I've been wanting to tell you that for years, because it’s true. You are so damn pretty, sometimes I can't fucking take it,” I tell her because, why not? She has every right to know how much I think about her outside of being my best friend.
"Really?" she asks, almost bewildered that I would do such a thing.
"Yes, really." I move my finger away from her breasts and down to her stomach until I reach the waistband of her skirt. Goosebumps cover her skin as I move my finger along the material and seeing them is making me harder than it should.
