White Bed Sheets in the Wild

Date: 3/11/2019

I wanted to coppulate again, but this time, like my first time. The feeling of being whole again, the passion and being in sync as one. I had called John again, at one in the morning, like we used to. I had told him the plan to have just a chill night, the plan to go to a cabin, stay the night together. He agreed, and we both pitched in and planned everything, going to say it was a school field trip that was expensive and for the night. It was the weekend, Friday, and I had not gone home but in stead, John had pulled strings and borrowed a car. He drove us their, our one day luggage in our bags, as we drove straight from school to the small rented cabin out in the forested area up north. We made it by 5pm, and we had planned to rent it untill 5pm tomorrow, so we had the night to ourselves. We had played simble board games for a while, and later I cooked us a meal as he played the guitar, singing all he could out the window. The cicadas seemed to buzz quieter as the sun went down and night arrived. We both went to bed, pretty content for the day. He turned of the lights and got in the white bed sheets with me, a full moon casting its light onto us through a large window. He began to go on top of me, nudging his nose on my neck as he traced his lips on my jawline,to my chin, and to my lips. We both began undressing, all in sync as we kissed, both our breaths getting heavier and hotter as we danced with out tounges. We began, under the moonlight, doing the dance to become one, a perfect sync. The feeling of being contempt, full, warmth, that feeling came back. We went until he couldn't any longer, and then began again and again until we were both tired, exauhsted, sweated out, and eventually, fast asleep.