We came laughing across naked suburban streets,
Conquering youth, burning our last wild fumes of
Rebellion against the pre-dawn lamplight quiet,
We were drunk, alive, and full of night.
Our friends peeled off one by one, sneaking
Into snoring-parent homes, and soft familiar
Mattresses, giving themselves to oblivion at last.
Our dwindling numbers deflating exuberance,
Cooled to a hushed peaceful reverence, punctured
By a few final forced hoots of defiance against
Inevitable endings, until only the two of us remained,
Walking home together in silence.

I knew you from school, eager front-row girl.
I knew you, but only as a name and a face,
Blonde hair and indie rock band t-shirts,
Drifiting through hallways between classes,
You were already of a class all your own.
Our paths uncrossed, until tonight, school-year-end,
One last summer between us and being blown,
Like dandelion seeds out into the wide open future,
We found each other in house party crowd, and spent
All night sharing gossip, cigarettes, and
A bottle of Stoli, stolen from unlocked liquor cabinet.
You promise-bound me to see you home safely.
I’d have gladly accompanied you anywhere,
Just to spend a few more minutes with you.

So, you led me, shoes shuffling through
Cool, dew-damp grass, across empty park
Towards empty bleachers beside the
Empty baseball diamond. We sat.
You guided my eyes to the stars, and said
They were like pinholes in the darkness,
Dripping radiant milk of the heavens beyond.
I never knew you had poetry in you,
As your thigh pressed coyly against mine,
A first contact, fantasized but unanticipated.
Your fingers found my hand, nervous, grasping.
I turned my head to you. Your steady blue eyes
Magnetically pulling me into you. I leaned forward,
Eyelids dropped as soft lips met, pressed,
The sweet taste of your strawberry chapstick,
Your tongue slipped past into my mouth.
A thrilling terror raced through my veins:
I didn’t know what I was doing.
This had never happened before.

Sensing inexperience, you placed my hand
On the warm smooth skin of your thigh
Extending from your frayed jean shorts,
I gave a tentative squeeze, and a subtle
Movement upwards, desperately hoping,
But careful not to disrupt this delicate moment.
Tingle and throb as awkward erection pressed
Insistently upward against restraining zipper.
I shifted, ashamed, embarrassed, hiding protrusion.
Kiss broken, you pulled back, looking questioningly.
I returned your gaze with bashful smile, and shaky
Whisper-voiced reassurance – “that was nice.”

A small giggle trickled from your lips. Your eyes
Radiated a daring naughtiness, infecting me with
Excited anticipation for whatever was next.
With quick deft motion, Modest Mouse shirt
Was elevated over your head, and tossed aside.
In wonder, I stared at your bra, cotton, blue,
Full, and round. Becoming aware of the awkward
Fixation of my admiration, I returned my gaze
To your face, bright and smiling with pride.
A quick glance to ensure our solitude, there were
No lights on the park-side road. No lights in the windows
Of the slumbering homes on the other side.
Only the light of the moon and streetlamps,
And the short floating flash of fireflies drifting around us.
Your chest pushed forward, hands behind your back,
A snap, a slackening, the blue cotton fell away
To show the soft pink flesh behind. Each mound
Summitted by a small dark nipple, firming in the
Cool June early morning air. You took my creeping
Hand from your thigh and lifted it to your breast,
Palm and fingers, pressed, exploratory squeeze.
A real girl’s boob!

Kissing continued, anxiety melting into arousal
My hands became more adventurous, yours slid
Up denim pant-leg, to find me achingly stiff and
Near-desperate for your touch. Slender fingers
Working blindly at waist button, pull down fly,
Pop-up erection, exposed to the fresh night.
I shivered in excitement as your fingers
Softly traced the contours of my head,
Slipped slowly down the shaft, and
Tenderly cradled testicles. I moaned
And kicked off the rest of pants, falling
Below the bleachers, I was past caring
If we were caught. All I wanted was you.
Fingers curled, lightly stroking, I became
Even harder in your hand.

With newfound courage, I reached
For the waist of your shorts, and
Met no resistance as I popped
Button and slipped fingers inside.
I felt smooth hot skin, and sunk
Into damp crevice. Breath caught,
Back arched, eyes squeezed shut,
Thighs, in warm welcome, parting.
I was operating on instinct as I slid
My fingers over, around, and between
Your lips, listening to your breaths,
Your body moving under my touch.
Your grasp tightened, pace quickened
Until, impatient, you stopped it all.

I looked at you, wounded, and not understanding,
Futile frustration flooded my consciousness,
But before indignant protest could leave my lips,
You leaned forward and kissed me again,
Restoring hope, and reassurance that the night
Was not yet over. You stood, and slipped your
Shorts and underwear down to your ankles,
Jauntily stepped forward, out of them.
One hand on my chest coaxed my body
Backwards, reclining across wooden bench,
Cock stretching upward, seeking signals from the cosmos.
You straddled me, naked in the moonlight,
I admired your body in full, beautiful round breasts,
Subtle curve of stomach tapering into smooth
Flushed triangle between your thighs, accentuated
By the slightest glistening of your arousal.

You slowly descended on me, like an angel from the sky,
One hand guiding my penis to your slippery wet opening,
Savouring the sensation as every millimeter dipped deeper
Inside of you, surrounded by you, consumed by you,
Your weight coming to rest, pelvis on pelvis, I was
Fully engulfed, staring up into your beautiful face
Smiling back down at me. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes, it feels so good.” You began to move your hips
Rocking over me as I pushed even deeper into you.
Pace quickened, breathing hardened, grunting, breasts bouncing,
The soft smacking sound of my balls slapping against your ass,
With each thrust, a growing desperation to go further, deeper, harder.
You tilted your head far backwards, breasts arched skyward,
Seeking a new angle to heaven. Your fingers moved to where we met,
Rubbing fast small circles, around your hot pink clitoris.
My hands, steady on your hips, pulling down onto me,
Into me, inside of you, you ride, relishing the feeling of
Cool night air across sensitive nipples, and the knowledge
Of our potential exposure, spurring us on to
Greater heights of excitement. The first few houselights
Coming on, the first light blush of morning in the eastern sky,
The world only beginning to open its sleep-bleary eyes to us,
As we tipped over the edge of ecstasy, your body spasming
Over top of me, eyes shut, loud deep moaning from your lungs,
And I guttural growled, forcefully pulling you, pushing up,
Throbbing cock shooting hot cum far and deep into you.
Our minds lost to the orgasmic instant Zen-blank nirvana.

…Panting breath, beating heart, softening cock,
Feeling the grain of old wood in my back, and the
Warm weight of your naked body pressed against mine.
We kissed and rested in contented comfortable connection,
Until the distant sound of a starting car engine ground us
Back into the world. As we gathered our clothes
I took one last longing look at your naked body
And was filled with remorse that we can’t stay like this forever;
At the climax of our youth, drunk, alive, and full of night,
Two of us alone together, resting in this moment. Always.
But a dog began barking, and a voice barked back ‘Shut up, Kingsley.’
You slipped your shirt back over your head with mousey modesty,
And said that your house was just a few blocks from here,
So I buttoned up my jeans, and followed you to your front door
For one last kiss goodbye.