Page 18 of Riddled Deceit (Tattooed Hearts Duet 1)

"I think we should go all the way. Get it out of the way from all the pressure. Because you’re right, who better to have your first time with than your best friend? That way, it doesn't have to be awkward or anticlimactic, or like a dumb prom thing. It would be something between us, the person who knows you the best."

My breath caught. Was she? Did that? My pulse skyrocketed as my brain got stuck on what she was implying.

"Did I just break your brain, Si?"

Nodding, she laughed at my action, and her melodious sound covered my skin, sending shivers down me and straight to my dick. It was very much on board with this plan. Lennox had the voice of a true songbird, and any time she graced me with it, I wanted to swoon in her vicinity.

"When?" I managed to utter.

She shrugged, and I worried she was changing her mind. "How about right now? We're sleeping out here already. Our parents aren't expecting us home until tomorrow morning. It's the best place and time where we won't get interrupted."

"It's scary how logical you sound about all this."

"Why can't it be? Maybe if we take out all the nonsense, we won't feel all weird about it. Plus, we've seen each other naked before and you know everything about me. I don't have to hide who I am with you. You're my person, Si. You know that."

It was the truest statement, and yet, I didn't know if she meant it the same way I wanted it to mean. Was I her person out of shared history? Or was I her person because the thought of living without me was too unbearable? I wanted to be the latter.

"But, but," I started, worried now that I had this ball set in motion.

"No buts, well," she paused thinking, "no, no butts, except naked ones." Giggles exploded out of her again, and I knew there was no way I’d be saying no. Clasping her biceps, I steadied her as I stared down into her familiar hazel eyes.

I wanted to believe something more was hidden there in the depths than her normal love and care for me. I wanted to believe it so bad, I didn't know if I imagined it into being. Slowly, I dipped my face down to meet hers, and our lips touched, igniting a fire in me from just the press of them against mine.

I started to carefully move them against hers, and before I knew it, we were kissing. It was the best kiss I'd ever had, and now, I feared it was just a practice kiss to her and not the earth shattering one it had been for me. Pulling back, I tried to gauge her emotions before I lost my heart completely.

"Shelley was wrong." Her voice was breathless as she peered up at me with hunger. My breath caught at the sight, but I struggled to understand what she meant. Giving her an odd look, I was a little annoyed she was thinking about Shelley while kissing me.

"You're not a lousy kisser."

Her words pushed a memory loose of the summer before freshman year when I'd gone into the closet with Shelley for seven minutes in Heaven, and she'd told everyone at school that year I was a "lousy kiss". I found myself smiling at the implication she thought about what kind of kisser I would be, my confidence returning.

"Oh yeah, what kind of kisser would you say I am, Lemon?"

"The greatest." She smiled. “So, do I?”

“Do you what?”

“Taste like lemon?”

I smiled, realizing her question. “Better.”

Diving back in for another kiss, it soon turned into a frenzied mess of hands exploring bodies. I couldn't get it out of my head that I was finally touching Lennox, feeling her beneath my palms, and it wasn’t just a dream. Shoving her shirt off, I paused for a moment to take in her boobs.

They weren't the first pair I'd seen, but they’d just become my favorite. I continued to stare, frozen in my view of them when she slowly unhooked her bra, dropping it to the ground. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off, kicking off my shoes in the process. Never once did I take my eyes off her, needing to remember this for the rest of my life. Her boobs were beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to touch them.

I unzipped my pants, careful not to fall over in my rushed state, and I watched Lennox lower her skirt, leaving us both in only our underwear.

Taking her hand, I pulled her into our tent and closed the zipper. The moon shone through the moon roof, and an electric lantern was lit in the corner, giving us a small amount of light. Lying down on our sleeping bags, we stared at one another, taking in each other's bodies, noticing the changes since we last saw one another naked. Despite what she said, it had been years, and our bodies had changed tremendously.

Lennox was all soft curves and skin, and I wanted to trace every peak and valley. My cock jutted out in excitement at getting to take in our dream girl.

"Can I touch it?” she asked quietly. Nodding, I sucked in a breath when I felt her hands dip below my boxers and wrap around me.

"It's different than I expected. It's smooth and yet hard. Does it feel good?"

"Very," I groaned, trying to keep myself together, my eyes closing involuntary.

"Um, do we have, you know?" I started, realizing the one thing that might stop this before it even occurred. I hadn't thought this would ever happen, so I didn't have any condoms on me. Peeking open my eyes, I saw Lennox nod as she moved to her bag.

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