Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... buzzed through my system, warming my blood and loosening my every muscle. How easily you brought me into your world. How familiar some things already seemed. Familiar, like the way your smile lit up your crystalline, vibrant eyes. Or like how your smile betrayed the more casual, guarded shy look you would come to have in photographs because you never liked having cameras pointed your way. The lens would capture that look, lending you an air of mystery and making you even more beautiful. Not because one expression favored another, but because each one revealed another layer of the beauty already naturally there. The night felt familiar because your arm was either hooked through mine or holding me or somewhere on me: back, hip, shoulder, waist or neck... just a gesture of both affection and subtle ownership. Physical contact clearly displayed, telling both me and any curious eyes in the room that I was your territory. As the night went on, several drinks later for both of us, my buzz heightened. Not to that point of blacked-out, but more like moments snipped and clumsily pasted together again, seconds and minutes lost within each edit. Between meeting everyone, drinking, and laughing, we'd break away for a few: bathroom trips, refills at different times, conversations in groups branching off in different sections... the usual at parties. Somewhere along the way, I ended up going outside alone on the deck, downing my drink and lighting up a smoke. It was nearing the end of ...

... November then and the sky was so clear that it resembled a glittering wheel of still silver needlepoints framed around the moon's silver disc. The slight breeze was even cold enough to cut straight through my pants and hoodie. Exhaling a cloud of smoke and leaning a little on the deck's railing, I simply stared off at the quiet dim street. Although I came out for a smoke, I was also glad to get away. Not from you or your friends, specifically. I've just never been used to being around a lot of people at once. I'm used to the quiet roominess of my apartment and I never think about whether that's a good or bad thing until I go out somewhere. That anxiety I feel around strangers was still there below the surface, but you helped me through it. And even though you were right inside the house, probably less than twenty or so feet away, chatting with your friends, I already missed you. That would be the first of many times I'd feel that, the weight of how close I would feel to you in such a short amount of time. There is almost a shape to such potent things. Like a light current surging through the fleshy cables of my veins, it circulated an energy through my every cell, through my pores, like tiny spiralling wisps I could almost see around me. It was like some vague spirit, some new aura you had already made, taking shape. Maybe it was already too much, what you wanted to give to me. Not because I didn't want you. But because maybe I wanted you too much. I never heard the door open and ...