A Lingering Goodnight

The tension lingered in the air, neither of us willing to break the silence or even meet each other’s eyes until we did and when we did it was clear why we had that hesitation. There was still a frission of electric heat, of need between the two of us, that lingered and crackled in the air.

There is a difference between doing what you know is right and what you know you want to do, and nowhere was that more evident than right here and right now. Neither Lucas nor I really wanted to say goodnight tonight, not without maybe sharing a bed together, but at the same time both of knew on some level that it was what was best.

“Why don’t we call it a raincheck, then,” I proposed and he smiled but I didn’t stop, “I mean I don’t know that I’ll be a virgin forever. It’s college…”

“Why don’t we call it a raincheck, and check in later,” he said, “Sleep on it.”

“Sleep on it,” I teased, “Does that mean that in the morning I should-“

“A week,” he said quickly, his eyes darting down into his glass, “A week. End of the week we’ll know each other a little better and you’ll have plenty of opportunities outside the house to find someone a little closer to your age. End of the week and we can reconnect and decide whether this is really what you want.”

I swallowed hard, my voice thick, “And if it is?”

In a moment his eyes moved up and locked on mine again and this time there wasn’t just electricity, there was such fire in the tension between us.

“If it is, then I’ll make it a night you’ll never forget.”

Biting my bottom lip I caught my breath and nodded, quick. Blinking a few times while I watched him

swallow the rest of his drink and get to his feet.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, stepping over as I slid to my feet as well, “And maybe in a week, when we’ve both had a chance to think about things.”

“Maybe then,” my words dwindled.

I didn’t want this to end yet. Sure I had a week from now to look forward to but in the meantime there was… there was this night. And yes today was overwhelming and I’d had more fun than I could reasonably expect so call me greedy, but I wanted more.

I wanted him that little bit more.

I wanted.

“Maybe…” I said, half stuttering, “Maybe just a… Maybe a goodnight kiss?”

Smiling a little, he shook his head. But he didn’t deny me, instead stepping up and wrapping his arm around my back, tugging me in and holding me close against the solid warmth of his firmly masculine body. His other hand came up to my chin, tilting it up so I was staring at him for a moment before he dipped down and pressed his lips against my own.

I melted into his kiss, mewling and half moaning as I parted my lips slightly and felt his eager tongue slip forward and tease across my own. My whole body felt wriggly and oh so slight in contrast to his, so gentle and soft in sharp relief against his hard solidity.

I suckled on his tongue and pressed my hands into his chest, kneading into it and feeling his hips press forward a little and push on me. God I could feel his cock aching for me and I couldn’t believe that he was going to deny me and the tension, it was building until I was certain he was going to strip the towel from me and bend me over the table right here and take me hard and fast, but then he pulled away breathing heavily and left me wanting more.

“Quite the goodnight kiss,” I said, a half dumb smile on my face.

“But goodnight nonetheless,” he told me, his eyes narrowing a little as he nodded, turned and walked out of the room.

It took a half an hour and a few more glasses all by myself to settle my nerves enough that I was certain sleep would come to me, and so by the time I was ascending the stairs to my room my legs were already wobbily and uncertain and my head was already floating in a lake of ****, eager to find my rest.

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