The treeline behind the cabins went out of focus and became a fuzzy green. The cabin itself washed out, and everything else in my field of vision melted away to leave nothing but Dawn in front of me. She glowed like an angel descended from heaven. And in her crystal clear blue eyes I felt like I could lose myself to the delirium of pure bliss, free from the troubles and worries of the real world I wanted so desperately to leave behind.
I moved forward. Each step felt like an eternity as I approached her, and I had time to study every little detail about her on the way. I noticed the teasing curve of her eyebrows, lightly rounded to highlight the pleased expression in her eyes. I noticed the crinkle of her lips, turned upwards with just the hint of a smile. I noticed the swell of her large breasts, pushed up and curving as they were stuffed into the woefully insufficient top of her dress. And I noticed the gentle curving lines of her torso as her body pinched in at the waist before flaring out over the tight teenage hips that made grown women jealous.
If Dawn Evans were ever to stand next to Adrienne Dennis, I might just have a heart attack. And by the time I finally got to the radiant young blonde, my chest was thumping so much I thought I WAS having a heart attack.
Last year, Dawn and I stared eagerly at each other for a few minutes before she shyly asked if she could kiss me. This time, she just barely managed to say, “Hi, Ben” before I swept her into my arms, bent her over, and planted one of the firmest, juiciest kisses of my life. Sparkles went off behind my eyes. My stomach flipped and then flipped a few more times. And an excited, warm flush went through my whole body. It was a wonderful kiss. It was like we were picking up exactly where we’d left off eleven months ago.
We kissed for what felt like an hour, and I was out of breath by the time I stood her up and looked into her eyes. She panted and her eyes twinkled at me. We were oblivious to the rest of our families, who had literally formed a semi-circle around us as they looked on in awe. There was a crackle of electricity in the air that everyone felt, and a hushed silence as they all waited to see what Dawn and I did next.
“Hey,” I said softly while looking through her eyes and into her soul.
“Hey,” she replied, her gaze darting back and forth through my eyes. “I missed you, Ben.”
I missed her too. I hadn’t realized it, given all my distractions and romantic complications back in Orange County, but I felt a blanket of peace settle over me just being with my childhood friend again. But it was more than that.
Keira had once told me that I was too young to really understand love. I was either too clouded by orgasms and lust or just wrapped up in the thrill of puppy love to really and truly LOVE someone. I was comfortable with girls, like Megan and Cassidy. I had passionate lust for girls, like Adrienne. I even had emotional concern for girls, like Summer. But only one person had ever embodied ALL of that, and she was standing right in front of me. Some people talk about love at first sight. Well, I certainly had seen Dawn many, many times, so maybe this was love at 13,942nd sight.
When you know it, you know it. And I KNEW it.
In the past, I might have just blurted out the three-word phrase. Girls love to hear the L-word and I’d certainly told Dawn I loved her many times last year. But this year would be different. I’d be a little more careful, a little more realistic. I certainly FELT in love, but I had to face that I was just now seeing Dawn after an 11-month layoff. Rationally, I understood that the time apart heightened my emotions. So I simply smiled and told her, “I missed you, too.”
I didn’t verbalize the L-word, but I think Dawn saw it in my eyes anyways.
It was going to be a GREAT summer.
As much as I wanted to, we didn’t jump each other’s bones right away. After the long drive, relaxing on lounge chairs by the lake sounded like a good idea and we changed into our swimsuits.
Being a dude, I was the first one out, quickly followed by Brooke, who blushed when I gave her a wolf whistle and then sternly ordered her back inside to put more clothes on. My little sister giggled and ignored my command, posing to show off her developing curves in her black bikini.
DJ hopped out next, wearing quite the attention-getter in red. It had extra laces, bowties, and metal circles joining the bottoms at her hips, looking more like a bikini for lounging than actual water activity. Her larger breasts dented out the cups nicely, and I raised my eyebrows in some surprise and appreciation. “You’re looking very lovely, DJ.”
The cute blonde 15-year-old beamed at me and leaned forward to show me even more cleavage. “Glad you like the suit, Ben,” she giggled and then turned her face into the perfect image of a naughty schoolgirl, complete with one finger in the corner of her mouth and her fine blonde hair now braided into twin pigtails. “Want a closer look?”
Brooke just slapped my shoulder and folded her arms over her chest grumpily. “Boys and boobs.”
“Aww, you’ve got quite the nice pair too, Brooke,” DJ said sweetly. “I KNOW I’m gonna like them.”
Brooke’s eyes popped open and she blushed, averting her gaze. I was going to come up with a most inappropriate comment, but then Dawn emerged and took my breath away.
What felt like an hour later, my best friend said, “Ben, you can close your mouth now.”
I blinked and realized that Dawn was now standing right in front of me. I must have blacked out for a few seconds, and my mouth stayed open. Her pastel blue bikini was woefully inadequate at covering up her naked skin, and if I thought Dawn was gorgeous in the summer dress, she was awe-inspiring in that bikini.
“Show off,” DJ deadpanned.
“Hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it,” Dawn remarked, cupping her own tits and hoisting them upwards. “Still, I don’t think I’ll ever get Dayna’s Double-D’s.”
“34D is nothing to sneeze at, Dawn,” DJ shook her head.
“You can talk. Couple more years and you’ll catch Dayna,” Dawn shrugged.
“Yeah, but she does nothing but complain about backaches and boys never looking her in the face,” DJ giggled.
“That’s because Dayna always wears shirts that show off her cleavage. Her own damn fault,” Dawn shook her head.
“What, you mean like you’re doing to Ben right now?” DJ smiled.
Dawn turned to me with a grin on her face. “Yeah, but I WANT him staring.” And with that, my lifelong long distance best friend walked over to the bench I was sitting on and shoved her tits into my face, rubbing my nose down her cleavage. And then she tugged on the back of my head to press me even deeper. I was in heaven.
Dawn giggled and then bent to kiss my lips. Then she stood up straight and held a hand out to me. “Come on, let’s go.”
By the lake, the three girls in their bikinis attracted boys like honeybees. Dawn flirted for five minutes, then started to get annoyed. She wound up just joining me on my lounge chair, pillowing her head on my chest and holding me lovingly. The boys stopped bothering her then and concentrated their attention on Brooke and DJ, who soaked it all up like sponges.
It felt completely natural to cuddle with Dawn this way. I’d gotten a lot of practice with different women in the past year, and between that understanding of the physics involved and my innate, natural comfort with my long-time best friend, I started to doze off while happily wrapped up in the intimate embrace. The sound of the younger girls flirting just faded into the background noise.
But Dawn’s voice woke me back up. “So, Ben… how are things with… Adrienne? Right?”
My eyes were closed as I lay back, and they stayed closed. I shrugged lightly. “We broke up. Still friends… I think… Didn’t you and Mark break up?”