Endings

by Stephanie Kusiak

  “Yes, there, please, there. I need to feel you all over me. Baby, that feels so good.” She makes me feel possessed, and I dare to firm my thigh against the seam of her shorts. Her whole body arches into it, “Oh my God, Allison.” Her hands leave me so she can cover her mouth and muffle the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

  Her responses embolden me to slide my hands over her and at the same moment my mouth ghosts over her already straining nipple as I slide the bathing suit away. She grinds down into my leg as my lips fasten around her nipple. I see light pop behind my closed lids and the sound she makes above me forces a shudder through me. It is less about what I’m doing and more about who I’m doing it with that makes the moan bubble up from me when my tongue slides over the ridges and firmness.

  I suck once, hard, feeling her buck under me before I pull back. It is the most incredible thing in the world. It is empowering and arousing and just utterly mind boggling because it’s her. To be able to touch her like this is something I’ll never be able to give up.

  I’ll never give her up.

  “Ally,” Marissa’s chest arches and I wrap my arms under her, feathering kisses. “I swear I’m going to pass out. Oh, God. I don’t want you to stop, but anymore, and I’m not going to be able to stop.”

  “I don’t want to stop.” I wedge out as I nip lightly at the warm skin before me.

  She whines softly, grinding down into my thigh again. “Oh, fuck.” She growls, glancing down at me embarrassed, her cheeks red. “Not here. I don’t want it to happen here when anyone can come over the rise.”

  She has a point and even though it takes everything in me to let her go, I do and slide my hands over the front of her, fixing her shirt. “Okay, quitter.” I palm over her and tease with a smile, lingering in the moment a little longer. She scoffs and scoops her arms around me dragging me very easily to my elbows over her.

  Marissa smiles lightly, indicating how easily I collapsed. “Quitter.”

  “You try doing this.” It’s all I have the prowess to say. It takes a herculean amount of effort to not kiss that knowing smile off her face.

  She chews her lip, her eyes focusing on my mouth like she wants to kiss me too. “I’ll be happy to tonight when we get to your house.” Her voice is different. When I realize it’s her turned on voice, it shoots a dart of passion through me and then it is really hard to not kiss her. It’s so much darker and breathier, and coupled with one incredible leg still wrapped around me I can’t understand why we have stopped. I really wouldn’t care in this moment if my dad came over the rise.

  “Wait, my house?” There is nothing like my brain catching up to make me sound like an idiot.

  Her hands pull me closer, sealing us so tightly together that our atoms must be mixing. Her lips hover just out of range while those dark eyes bounce back and forth over mine. “Yeah, sorry to break it to you, but you’re gonna have a sleepover tonight.”

  My eyebrows shoot into my hairline. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She smiles thinly. “I’ve loved you a really long time, so it’ll be nice actually doing something about it.” When she lets go of those words, she inclines a brow at me. “Fair’s fair. I figured it should be said in return.”

  The thought of that makes me feel really good without the additional promise of fooling around. It makes me feel wanted and desired and needed so completely that instead of horny, I’m suddenly swept with feelings that make my eyes burn. It’s all very tumultuous and wonderful in that instant. “Fair’s fair.”

  “Except in water balloon fights and jacks, then you’re on your -” But her lighthearted words halt because I know she can see the tears in my eyes. Her lips touch my forehead and linger there, soothing whatever weird teenage hormone shift is making me weepy.

  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I don’t miss the fact that her closeness provides the comfort I’ve been missing.

  “Nothing is wrong with you.” She lifts my face until I’m looking at her.

  And then I realize why I’ve been so upset about endings. It isn’t because I don’t know what I’m going to do for the rest of my life. It isn’t because I’m scared to go to the West Coast. Hell, it isn’t even that I imagine I’ll do poorly. It’s because of this right here. This perfection I couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. It’s the dunes and parties and the jokes and my life. Our lives. And I don’t want to let it go. I don’t want to tie up all the loose ends and leave this world and her, just the way they are, right now. It forces fat betraying tears into my eyes.

  “I don’t want to leave you.” I hardly ever whine, but I really truly do as my throat tightens and all my emotions wheeze through in a jumble.

  “You aren’t, I’m leaving too, but we’ll only be six hours away.” She hushes even though her voice breaks too. She always cries when I cry, which is why I don’t do it all that often. “Only six.”

  “But you’ve been five minutes away my whole life. It will never be the same.”

  “Well,” she narrows her eyes, blinking them to erase the misery I know she feels. “I’ve got nothing, sorry.”

  “I don’t want to lose you.” I whisper. “People always lose eachother when they move away. We can never have this again.” The desperation I feel has my heart fluttering and halts my ability to articulate my misery.

  “You won’t and yes, we can”

  “How do you know I won’t?”

  “Because I know.”

  “Promise me?”

  “I promise, though I don’t have to make promises about something like that. You are my best friend and someone I can never forget or let go of. And we can only get better from here.”

  I hang on her words and they give me the strength to stave off the swell of agony I feel. I clear my throat, and the motion of it presses us against one another. I let my eyes trail down over her and how we fit together like a puzzle. I don’t want to move, I don’t want to do anything but stay right here.

  So I do, because I’m a glutton for the surge of love I feel.

  A smile lights her eyes and her brows shift playfully. “You know that thing about us getting better? Well, we can do a lot in two months to work toward that.”

  “Yeah, we can do a whole lot in two months.” I add, going from zero to horny in the blink of an eye. Seriously, it’s silly how she can make me do that.

  “I can certainly think of a few things.”

  “Like?” I ask quickly, grinning at the expression she is giving me.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Ha, there is the coy I was expecting.

  “Tell me.”

  “Well, I can tell you one thing that will most definitely happen a lot during the next two months.”

  I bait her with a wink. “And what is that?”

  She shakes her head, laughing a little as color riptides over her cheeks. “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

  I lean forward, closing my eyes as she angles warm loving words into my ear. I’ll never get tired of those lips brushing against me. “I promise you I’m all yours, always.”

  It’s probably the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard, but it rebounds in my heart regardless. Because it’s her words, Marissa’s words filling me up with a renewed hope for the future. “You are just amazing.” I whisper, trying to put everything I feel into those pathetically meager syllables. I mean, how do you tell someone you love them and thank them for sprinkling excitement back into life all at once?

  I know she hears it anyway when a bright smile cuts her face.

  “Let’s go home, Ally.” She nudges softly, and I nod, pulling her up with me. And as we walk hand-in-hand toward my dad’s truck, I think about how casually we ended one chapter between us and then began the next in the story of our lives.

  About the Author

  Stephanie Kusiak has been pursuing writing for many years now. She brings us her first short, Endings, in the hopes that the writing she has been cultivating can translate from the page to the eBook.

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sp; Known throughout the fan fiction universe for her epic erotica and emotional juxtapositions, she brings a humanizing element to every character she creates. She is a versatile writer, working on future projects that range from supernatural romance to business intrigue.

  An avid student of life she holds degrees in business management and leadership, mortgage lending and certification as an EMT. When Stephanie isn’t writing she can be found spending time with her partner and her friends in Aliso Viejo, California.

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