The meteor shower romance
This is a story about young love.
Young, embarrassing, sticky love.
Love that we thought safely hidden by the shadowy embrace of a moonless night. How wrong we were…
(An old photo of mine, taken during a blue moon)
You probably know, if you watch the news or have a friend that rejoices in telling you useless, geeky facts, there’s a very big meteor shower occurring right now: The Perseids! If you get a chance, go outside and look for them. It’ll peak at around 100 shooting stars per hour (though by the time you read this, they’ll probably have passed — so do it next year!)
(For more TMI this Thursday, hit up Lilu’s blog!)
This story takes place almost ten years ago, in August, during the Perseid meteor shower. I was 18 and drunk and dizzy with the affections of a certain girl. She was 15 and perky. And lavishing me with lingering looks and touches. It was only a matter of time before things got out of hand.
We barbecued and she laughed at my little jokes. We strolled at dusk through beautifully-lit woodland and she walked beside me, catching my eye and smiling. And when the night’s festivities were finally through and we settled down on the castle’s lawn to rest and sleep, she lay very close to me.
By most measures we had a romantic night that could only lead in one possible, carnal direction… right?
Wrong.
I failed to tell you that this was a party. We were 20 friends having the night of our lives.
I failed to tell you that she was also in a relationship. With my cousin.
But I was young and horny… and she was even younger and even hornier… and you know how I have a thing for pretty young girls…
So there we are, under a blanket, surrounded by a big group of our friends.
We’re all looking to the heavens and counting shooting stars. Occasionally someone tries the classic: ‘There! Over there!’ which of course, by the time you’ve looked, it’s gone. Minutes pass, meteors perish with a dazzle and our chatter slowly dies down as the magic becomes mundane. Sleep begins to take hold when her hands suddenly fine mine.
A firm grip and a meaningful, deliberate squeeze that speaks much more than a spoken word ever could.
My fingers trace teasing, tantalising designs on her palm and wrist.
Her body moves fractionally closer but the tiny increase in body temperature is palpable.
My fingers continue their gentle slide along the smooth underside of her arm.
Her breath warms the side of my neck and then, as my fingers lightly tickle her she shudders, her head dropping to my collar bone.
My hand moves from her shoulder and up her neck, under her ear and she bites me, she bites my neck hard.
My whimpering is only just audible but of course I look around, nervous that we’re being watched, that someone might’ve spotted us — but no, everyone seems to be asleep or looking at the meteor shower. Her bite has become a soft kiss and yet again I can feel her hot breath on my neck. She shakes — with nerves? — as my hands encircle her waist and pull her closer, my concern for eavesdroppers and voyeurs diminishing by the second.
Her body pushes closer and I can feel just how hot she is. She squirms as my fingers tease her waist and hips. With a hard kiss on the lips I smother a moan as my arm and hand and fingertips slide yet further.
Craving her flesh I hastily pull down my pants and undress her with my spare hand until she’s almost naked; bare enough that neither of us feel restricted. My fingers then find their mark and she rolls on top of me, her body convulsing, her hips grinding against mine.
This was a stupid move for an obvious reason: I’m fairly certain our foreplay had been heard already but our friends, in a moment of true Britishness, had decided to ignore it. But that wasn’t all. When I’d rolled onto my back there’d been a quiet click, a terse snap. Our small and sweaty under-blanket world was instantly illuminated in blinding white light. Someone had brought a huge torch, just in case of emergencies.
Those that were still watching the meteors turned to look. Those asleep were woken by the kerfuffle. In a truly Austin Powers moment they all saw our mid-thrust silhouette. There were screams from the girls and cheers from the boys.
To this day, I’m told that my silhouette was very generous.
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And the cousin? What did the cousin do??
You thinking we want to hear about your silhouette! Dumb boy, we want the afterwards drama!
August 13th, 2009 at 7:46 amYou are very naughty….she was underage!
August 13th, 2009 at 8:26 amWhile ‘ooh!’ silhouette, I’m Andy and PJB on going a) what happened when your cousin found out and b) you might not want to mention your ages, given that she was underage.
August 13th, 2009 at 11:45 amHahaha. I can’t stop laughing..This reminded me of a scene in the movie “Enemy at the Gates” where Jude Law’s and Rachel Weisz’s characters did the deed while lying beside so many sleeping people. It was hot except for the fact her hands were so dirty and she reached inside Jude Law’s pants to fondle him. That was difficult to sit through.
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August 13th, 2009 at 1:41 pmAhhh!
Damn women and your craving for DRAMA!
I almost said ‘that’s a story for another day’ but then I knew you wouldn’t continue reading to the end…
It was just like that, Demi!
And you really don’t want to know how long I thought about listing her age as 15 or 16…
August 13th, 2009 at 1:55 pmI love your stories.
August 13th, 2009 at 2:34 pmAt least it was friends and not family…
August 13th, 2009 at 3:51 pmAh, but there was family too…
(Thanks, Jos!)
August 13th, 2009 at 3:53 pmBrilliantly awkward!
For better or worse, I am usually too drunk to remember such embarrassing moments clearly.
August 13th, 2009 at 5:03 pmWhy am I not surprised at any of this? :]
August 13th, 2009 at 8:00 pmOh Seb! Tsk tsk. I feel quite bad for your cousin. I guess the don’t get it on with the best friend’s girl doesn’t apply to cousins? How did the unfortunate fellow react? Too bad you won’t tell us. *pouts*
I do imagine it was quite fun however, and that the silhouette was quite impressive.
August 13th, 2009 at 8:42 pmOh.
FAIL.
August 13th, 2009 at 8:55 pmwere you not 15 as well ten years ago seb?
August 13th, 2009 at 9:01 pmWe were young and sober Ben! Plus, things are usually so much more intense when you’re sober. Drunkenness allows for some truly stupid things to occur, but the problem is you’re usually numb at the time… and I’d really rather experience everything
I can’t really tell the bits pertaining to my cousin. It’s complicated. It wasn’t quite cheating. But it depends who you ask…
I said ALMOST ten years ago Stiletto…!
Sadly I was not 15…
August 13th, 2009 at 11:31 pmhot hot HOT!!!
haha i don’t think i can ever strip naked in front of a group. you europeans are brave
August 14th, 2009 at 5:36 amMore Sebby porn.
My Friday fried brain wasn’t fully prepared.
August 14th, 2009 at 5:55 pmYou should see the soft-core book that I’m almost through writing…
Unfortunately, it won’t be available through this blog
We had a BLANKET, Floreta! The Brits are more conservative than most other Europeans — and Americans are like mega-conservative Brits! (Because, well, life was too exciting under British rule so you butchered us in some little war thing…)
August 14th, 2009 at 6:00 pmbarbecue, grilling or fire cooking? there is a difference.
and 15? come on! no! don’t, I mean, get real! that’s a baby!
August 17th, 2009 at 9:27 pmFire, au naturale!
… just how I like my women.
Kidding. She was ALMOST sixteen. In about six months or so. As good as sixteen.
(Come on, I was only 18…)
August 17th, 2009 at 9:30 pmOk, I will give you the age thing….so was she a Campfire Girl? *snicker snicker*
August 18th, 2009 at 9:24 pmSeriously, one word (as if it hasn’t been stressed enough already):
UNDERAGE.
It’s illegal for a reason.
August 21st, 2009 at 12:40 am