Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

... reply, adjusting my bag strap on my shoulder. I don't realise he is holding my hand until he is inches away from me. “Well, I hope I don’t seem too forward, but I’d like to do this again,” he says. “What, listen to my problems over pie and coffee?” I joke, but he steps in a little closer, hooking a loose tendril of hair behind my ear that escaped my messy bun. “No, I’d like to take you out, spend time with you and if I’m lucky, make you smile again,” he breathes, causing my mouth to drop and my eyes to widen. No-one has ever said that to me. I have been single throughout high school and a month before I graduate, I have a chance to date someone from the football team. Talk about bad timing. As soon as I find my voice, words tumble out of my mouth. "Are you free Friday night?" ******** The following two weeks have been the most romantic in my life. Two days after the diner, Mark took me out to the movies on our first date. The following date, we watched an open-air concert from the park a couple of towns over and last week, we went exploring around a food market. I never thought that someone from the football team would be so sweet but Mark really is. He holds my hand when we walk, he knows obscure rock bands and old martial arts movies and when it was cold the other night, he gave me his jacket so I wouldn’t get ill. Tonight, we return home from another night at the movies and we are standing outside my front door. As I fiddle with my bag for my keys, Mark patiently waits ...

... for me. “Thank you for tonight, it was really great,” I say. “My pleasure. So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks. “Okay,” I reply with a smile, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. This ruffles me slightly. Every date we have had, Mark ends it with a gentle kiss. He has kissed my cheeks, my nose and my forehead, but never my mouth. However, I have noticed that every kiss lingers longer than the previous one so he must want to kiss me too. As Mark's lips leave my warm skin, my self-restraint snaps. “For God’s sake,” I mutter and immediately grab the nape of his neck to press my lips onto his. I can taste hints of the the grape soda he had over dinner and the softness of his lips makes them delectable. I hear a quiet moan and Mark immediately runs a hand into my hair and around my back to deepen our connection. He teases my mouth so my tongue meets his, drowning me in an amazing kiss. Thrilled that he is finally kissing me back, I wrap my arms around him. His lips and the way he holds makes me feel like I am floating in midair and I don’t want to come back down to Earth. All I can hear over the blood rushing to my ears is our shallow breathing while his tongue slowly strokes mine and our mouths restlessly brush against each other. We eventually break away from the kiss and Mark quietly pants, cupping my face in his hands while pressing his forehead against mine. I mirror his shallow breathing and as I slowly open my eyes, I see him smiling at me. I glide my hands down his strong ...