Childhood Love Reemerges and The Fire Is Hotter Than Ever – #Erotica

The grown up side of childhood love...

Jack was my childhood love.  We spent summers running the fields near our countryside homes.  Countless evenings spent catching fireflies and pedaling bikes until the night fell and we had to go in and wait to do it all over again the next day.  Back then it was so innocent, so magical.  I always wished Jack and I could just run hand in hand together forever.  Time changes things however, and Jack and I grew up and went about our separate lives, remaining friends and just checking in on each other through life’s trials and tribulations.  Recently during a catch-up call with my favorite old crush and dear friend we laughed about how shy I was back then.  One time, nearing our teens we were out running through the woods and exploring as we so often did, and Jack, leaned in and tried to kiss me.  I was shocked, and at a mere twelve years old, so nervous!

While I can’t say there wasn’t a part of me that wanted to lean in and feel his lips touch mine, I mean he was my childhood love, I was just too nervous and shy so I turned my cheek and looked down to the right, the opposite side as him and pulled away.  He simply smoothed it over by grabbing my hand like nothing had happened.  “Come on, let’s go to the stream,” he said with laughter that implied we were both silly as he pulled me by the hand and we ran off without so much as even a bump in comfortability as we did.  It was so like him to just laugh it off and make everything better.  He, even when we were kids, had a way of making things feel okay that would not normally be okay for me.  I always looked back and wished I leaned in for that kiss that day.  I have always wondered what it would be like had Jack and I tried the boyfriend/girlfriend thing at some point in our lives, but that just wasn’t how the cards had fallen.

Jack lived about an hour from me now as a grown adult and periodically we’d get together, many times going over our current love interests and what plagued us about them at that moment in our lives.  Other times we’d just laugh about the past, people at our jobs, just normal close friend stuff.  We truly were best friends, and perhaps that’s why it never went in the other direction after the failed first kiss attempt, neither of us wanted to chance losing our friendship.  That didn’t mean my mind did not wander when I was alone about what it would be like to finally experience Jack, my childhood love in that way.  I spent many a nights after we had hung out and had a few drinks in me, reaching down under my blankets with thoughts of my sweet, handsome childhood love fueling my pillow humping bedtime bonanzas.

So, Jack was my childhood love, but we were now in our early thirties and after having many boyfriends, I always gravitated back to him.  One night everything changed when we’d planned a night out with dinner…possibly a movie and then back to my place for some drinks and stargazing along with reminiscing on my balcony.  We were night owls and there were many occasions we’d sit up talking and laughing the night away on that balcony until the sun began to rise and then he’d pass out on my couch for a few hours before heading home.  I had figured perhaps I could express to Jack how I felt about him, both of us being single right now and all, maybe I could finally come clean about this deep-rooted desire to finally have that kiss from my sweet, childhood love.  It was just after dinner and I headed out to the balcony, grabbed some wine glasses and lit some incense as I waited for Jack to use the bathroom.  I stared out into the city lights and lost my self in the view and the comforting feeling of having been with Jack for the night.

The wind blowing through my long hair, I smiled with my eyes closed and I soaked in the feelings that were so perfectly rushing through me.  I was so lost in my thoughts that it startled me when I felt Jack’s hand touch my lower back, just near my waist.  “Oh, hey you!” I said with a startle and surprised tone as I spun around to face him, not realizing he’d walked out to join me.  I locked eyes with Jack the second my body turned and faced his.  There was something different in his eyes…in his energy… and it caught me off guard.   Our stare penetrated what felt as though was all the way through each other’s souls.  “You always could read my mind,” I said swallowing hard, that childhood love feeling dredging the shyness and butterflies like a dead man rising from the grave in the pits of my gut.  “Really?” Jack said with a firm laugh.  “So, you have been thinking about that kiss we almost had in the woods all those years ago?”  He added moving closer to my lips as he spoke.  “So…you wonder what could’ve been had we ever tested out that side of our relationship?”  He said pulling my waist to bring me even closer to him.  “Yes.” I whispered quietly with the longing and nervousness of a teenage girl who’d never been touched.

“Jess, I have wished every woman I ever dated was you since the first, and I realized I don’t and won’t ever want anyone else.”  Jack whispered to me as he held me close, my heart pounding with anticipation for this long-awaited conversation and moment that was now finally here before me.  “So, my sweet best friend, my dear childhood first love, may I finally kiss you?”  Jack said smiling in the most adorable way that would imprint on my brain for all of eternity.  “What are you waiting for?”  I replied with a now sexy, take me tone.  When our lips touched, as cliché as it is, it really was like fireworks.  I could feel everything around me spinning as his lips parted with mine and our tongues explored each other’s mouths.  Ground they’d longed to journey onto since we were kids playing in the woods.

“I want you Jack,” I said breathlessly pulling away for a brief moment.   We fell back onto a soft outdoor chase lounge on my balcony.  My hands ran through Jack’s hair and every so often we stopped to just gaze into each other’s eyes, both of us determined to savor every second of this experience.  In a secluded corner of my balcony, with the city night life going on below us, we turned into a melted pile, groping, touching and venturing into all the areas that had until now, been off limits and I was not only fine with it, but beyond elated it was happening.  I was ravenous for Jack!  It appeared we were ravenous for each other actually.

Jack pulled my sweater over my head and frantically worked to undo the button-fly jeans I was wearing.  He worked them down over my hips and they quickly turned into a ball on the floor next to us.  With years of pent-up desire flooding out at once, my childhood love was here, a very handsome, very sensual grown man in every sense of the word.  “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember,” he whispered to me while stroking my hair from over top of me.  Just as he finished that sentence, I opened my legs more welcoming him inside.  Without another moment’s hesitation he pushed himself deep into me, my body rocking heavily backward from his thrust.  “Oh my god,” I cried out at the pleasure that swept through every nerve ending between my legs and rushed up through my pulsing nipples erect and brushing against his chest.

My nails dug into Jack’s back as his thrusts pounded deeply into me.  Nothing and no one had ever felt like this and my body quickly quaked with a world rocking orgasm that clenched around him so tightly he winced in passion and desire.  With my hands pulling him deeper and begging for him to fuck me, I finally had my childhood love, my childhood sweetheart all to myself in the most intimate way possible.  My legs went up and wrapped around his waist, I pulled him close to me and we both moaned wildly as all the sudden his hot wetness flooded deeply between my legs, my body longing for it like a person going through withdrawals finally getting that hit.  We spent the rest of our night together making up for lost time and with Jack inside of me as much as possible.  After that night everything changed. My childhood love Jack, was now my very grown-up and very longed for husband to be.