Best Friends Since Kindergarten

In The Closet

AMY

Ryan closed the door behind us and caged me between his arms against the inside of the door. My breathing came heavy. Every inch of me was burning hot with want. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to my level. We looked into each other’s eyes in the darkness for a brief moment before his lips slammed into mine. We kissed hungrily, desperately, like we’d been starving all our lives for this moment. Which, in all fairness, we essentially had been. His hands roved all over my body, sliding up my clothes to grab at my  butt and boobs, and reaching down my legs. He picked me up under my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist so he could kiss me at his height. I hung on tight, enjoying every second of it. He kissed my neck aggressively and ran his hands through my hair. I nipped at his earlobe and sucked on it, making him moan my name softly. We gasped and panted as we explored each other. I slid a hand up under his shirt, stroking his perfect abs. He drew his tongue from my collar bone up my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin. I rocked my hips against his waist and he growled at the sensation. He squeezed my ass so tight that I couldn’t help but let out a squeak.

He put me down and tugged at the top of my tights. “I want to taste you,” he whispered in my ear as he slipped my tights down my legs. He hesitated at the top of my panties until I told him to hurry up and take them off already in a low growl. He chuckled. “So impatient,” he breathed, then quickly slid them down. He crouched on the ground on front of me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. I could feel his breath against my core and it made me wild. I pushed my hand into his hair and held on tight as his tongue delved into me. He licked me from back to front quickly then sucked on my c**t as he pushed his fingers into me. I covered my mouth with my free hand to stifle my moans, biting into my knuckle as he devoured me. He ate me out skillfully and passionately. I barely had time to breathe, instead just gasping for air. His fingers were torturous- it was like he knew every weak spot of mine and how to make me cry out. He picked up speed as he went until I finally came for him, letting out deep, shuddering breaths. He drank me up like a man dying of thirst. I panted above him as he licked me through my orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly, clearly relishing the feeling. He sucked on them. “You taste better than I ever imagined,” he said huskily. I blushed in the dark. He smoothly pulled my underwear and tights back up, then before I had recovered his lips pressed against mine again. How could he still want more? But then again, I did too.

I don’t know how long we were in the closet, but eventually we had finally had our fill. Our kisses got softer and less desperate. Our hands locked around each other instead of sliding everywhere and touching everything. We just stood for a minute, breathing heavily, his body pressing mine into the door. We crept from the closet to the bathroom across the way, closing the door behind us, then burst out laughing looking at each other in the mirror. My hair looked wild- staticky and tangled. Ryan’s hair was almost standing straight up in the air from all my tugging. My red lipstick was smeared across our faces and down Ryan’s neck and our clothes were all off-kilter and untucked. We fixed ourselves quickly, helping each other hide the evidence of our absurdity. Ryan traced a couple large hickeys on my neck with a chuckle. “Don’t think those will wash off,” he teased, but he looked pleased with himself. I tugged my hair around to hide the hickeys a bit better. We left the bathroom quietly, returning to the crowd as though we’d never left. Susan was suddenly on top of me.

“Amy!” she whined. “Where’d you go?” She pulled back to look at me and her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “You didn’t-“

“Didn’t what?” I asked in confusion. Susan laughed loudly and jabbed one of my hickeys with a finger. “Ow!” I hissed, drawing back and pulling my hair forward more.

“Never mind, forget I said anything,” she cackled. Then Lucy was on my other side.

“There you two are! We’ve been looking all over for you! We’re ready to head out!” she said drunkenly, smacking my shoulder. Susan laughed harder for some reason.

Ryan shrugged at Lucy. “Must not have been looking very closely then,” he said. She snorted.

“You’re the worst, Ryan,” she slurred. “Les go!” Ryan and I exchanged a glance, then followed her out of the party. I didn’t really want to go. I could stay here with Ryan, feeling like this, forever. My heart was singing with energy and my skin still tingled where he had touched me. Jimmy and Rob were both outside waiting for us. “I found them!” she sang as she skipped down the steps and into Rob’s arms. Rob looked us over. He frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but then Lucy was hauling him down the road. Ryan grabbed hold of my hand, humming to himself as we walked. Jimmy walked next to us, giving us a leery look.

“You guys are acting weird,” he told me.

“However do you mean, dear Jimothy,” I asked obnoxiously. He scowled and turned away. Ryan laughed though. When we reached our houses, I was close to just lying down on the street and going to sleep right there. Rob and Lucy said their goodnights to each other and started heading to opposite houses. Jimmy followed Lucy promptly. I looked at Ryan with big eyes. I wasn’t ready to say goodnight. He looked equally anxious.

“We could stargaze?” he suggested. I nodded eagerly, excited to have an excuse to spend more time with him… and to lie down. We plopped down in the grass in between our houses and lay on our backs. Ryan wrapped his arm around me, pulling me to rest on his chest. I sighed happily. We watched the stars for a while, chatting quietly about nothing in particular, but eventually I started to drift off. “Amy, we should go to bed,” he whispered. “We can’t fall asleep out here in the grass.” I made a noise of complaint.

“Can’t I stay with you again?” I whined. “It’s Saturday tomorrow-“

“Technically it’s already Saturday,” he pointed out.

“Still! I just want to snuggle,” I groaned. Or do more than snuggle. He hesitated.

“Okay,” Ryan agreed. I smiled like an i***t. We sat up and he helped me to my feet. I leaned against him as we walked up the steps to his house and slunk in through the front door. The house was dark and quiet. We silently crept up the creaky stairs, only to have Rob open his door when we reached the top. He grinned widely at us, light pouring onto us from his room.

“I win the bet!” he whispered loudly.

“What bet?” Ryan asked.

“That you would bring Amy home again. Lucy owes me $10. I knew something was up with you two! What happened?” Rob demanded. Ryan sighed and opened the door to his room, gesturing for Rob to come in. I followed Rob and Ryan closed the door behind the three of us. He walked in and flopped down face-first on his bed. I sat down next to him and started rubbing his back. Rob burst out, “So??? What happened?” I brushed my hair back from my face to put it into a ponytail with a yawn, hoping Ryan would explain for me.

“I don’t know how to put it,” Ryan said rolling over to look at Rob, who was now staring at me with wide eyes.

“What?” I asked uncomfortably. He pointed wordlessly to the hickeys on my neck. “Ah,” I said, covering them with my hand. Ryan chuckled.

“Were you guys boning at the party? Is that why we couldn’t find you?” he said accusingly.

“We were not boning,” Ryan rolled his eyes. “No bones were involved.”

“Was this because of the beer pong game?”

“No,” Ryan said with a sigh. “When I went to talk to Amy after lunch, we just…” he trailed off. “I don’t know,” he said as he rubbed his face.

“You’re not much of a storyteller,” Rob told his brother drily.

“Look can we talk about it in the morning?” Ryan asked. “I am so tired. I don’t know how you’re so perky, but I just want to sleep.” Rob sighed with disappointment.

“Fine, but I want to hear everything. You got to hear about everything with me and Lucy!”

“And I regret every minute of it,” Ryan said. Rob rolled his eyes.

“You were rooting for us,” he argued.

“Whatever you like to tell yourself to sleep better at night,” Ryan said. Rob laughed.

“Good night, you two crazy kids!” Rob said, slinking out the door. Ryan quickly got up and locked it behind him, then turned to me.

“You need something to sleep in,” he said simply. I nodded, blushing.

“Yes please.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a Metallica t-shirt, tossing it to me.

“All yours,” he said, then started taking off his shirt. I stared unabashedly. He unbuckled his pants next and I watched him slip out of them. He looked up at me. “Aren’t you going to change?” he asked awkwardly.

“And miss the show?” I smiled. He rolled his eyes.

“If you get to enjoy the show then so do I,” he said, sitting on the bed next to me. I blushed at the thought.

“Fine,” I grumbled. I changed quickly, pulling my shirt off and replacing it with Ryan’s, then shimmying out of my skirt, tights, and bra from underneath his shirt. He chuckled watching me struggle to not reveal myself completely. I climbed back into the bed with him, sliding under the blanket beside him. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me up against him, pressing a kiss against my forehead. I stroked his abs, enjoying the feel of his muscles under my hand. He rolled on top of me and looked at me in the moonlight for a minute. I breathed shallowly, entranced by him. He slowly lowered himself down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. We kissed softly for a while before he rolled off and let me snuggle up to him again. His breath slowed and evened out as we lay in the dark, eventually drifting all the way off to sleep. I pressed my face to his chest and inhaled his scent while I tried to match my breathing rhythm to his. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep too.