It was only once that I touched you

You know

Down there

We were in your bed and you rolled over and we were nose to nose.

I accepted the invitation.

I RSVP’d and pressed my lips against yours and we were kissing.

You parted your lips and I accepted the invitation.

I pressed my lips hard and you pressed hard against me.

You held my cheek with one hand and ran one hand down my back, so I ran my hand up your gown.

Perfect small breast and your nipple hard and firm like a pencil eraser in my palm.

I pinched it lightly and you made sweet soft sounds and dug your fingers into my back and I accepted the invitation.

I leaned in and took your nipple in my mouth and grazed it lightly with my teeth.

More sweet soft sounds. Urgent whimpers.

I accepted the invitation and ran my hand down your side and your hip and down your belly.

You drew your leg up over mine and locked your ankle behind my knee and moaned sweetly against my neck.

I accepted the invitation and slid my hand

You know

Down there.

You were open and wet and stiffened at my touch and we pressed hard into each other. We kissed hard and you whimpered sweetly into my mouth.

No warning though and I felt your hands release me and your body went loose.

We laid softly against each other.

I didn’t ask any questions and we never ever spoke about it.

Never once.

Sometime later. Maybe six months. Maybe a year.

We don’t speak at all anymore.

Just once upon a time.