I took a deep breath. “But this is us, Dawn. You said it yourself. I’m not just another guy. You’re not just another girl. We’re Ben and Dawn and we’ve been destined from birth to get married and have kids and unite our two families together. Okay? We’ll make it work.”
Dawn managed a little smile. “We’ll make it work.”
I opened my arms again and we came together for a fierce hug. Dawn whimpered and fought back tears, clutching me so tightly that she elevated one leg to wrap it behind mine.
“Eww, get a room.”
Dawn picked her head up in surprise and I twisted around to see the twins walking up to us, followed closely by Brooke and DJ and then both sets of our parents.
“Stop teasing them, Emma,” Mom warned sternly.
“But Brooke says it all the time!” Emma whined.
I just chuckled while Dawn laughed, and we felt all the tension leave the both of us. I sighed and then held Dawn’s head in my hands, planting a firm kiss on her lips and willing myself to replace all trace of Felicia’s taste with the flavor of Dawn.
“See you tomorrow,” I sighed when we were done.
“Count on it,” Dawn smiled, a twinkle in her eye.
“Be careful guys,” Mom called out to the twins, who were making a beeline for their friends.
“It’s frisbee golf, Mom,” Eden rolled her eyes. “How dangerous can it be?”
“I just worry,” Mom replied and folded her arms across her chest as the twins raced across the field.
“Laters,” Brooke and DJ hoisted their hiking gear, the multi-colored prints of their bikini tops showing through their T-shirts which were cinched by hair clips in the back to better hug their torsos and reveal their tight bellies. “And don’t forget what I asked, Ben,” Brooke reminded me with a hard look over at Dawn.
I nodded and waved her off, lest our parents get suspicious. The cute 15-year-olds set off. Dawn then came over and slipped her hand into mine. “See you guys at lunch,” I called to my parents, and hand-in-hand my girlfriend and I started the hike to our special spot.
“Be back on time,” Mrs. Evans reminded us. “We’ve got plans for you at lunch.”
“Of course, Mom,” Dawn replied. And then silently, Dawn squeezed my hands three times in a subtle, “I. Love. You.” I squeezed back and felt my spirits lifting.
Last night, while not earth-shattering, had been a turning point in our relationship. Neither of us had ever been heavily pursued by a member of the opposite sex at camp before. And now we’d both been hit on by two of the most beautiful people within a hundred miles.
And we’d still chosen each other.
Minutes after we arrived, Dawn’s back hit the blankets on top of the ground mat, her arms wrapped behind my head as our faces pressed tightly together, our tongues intertwining in each other’s mouth. A gentle breeze came down the canyon and across the creek, blowing cool air across my naked back as I centered my body over hers. The same breeze rustled the bushes, partially masking the sound of Dawn’s sigh as she felt my cockhead separating her moist labia. And then nothing would stifle the sound of her happy moan at feeling my thick shaft burrowing ever deeper into the core of her body.
Dawn was still incredibly tight, her vaginal walls hugging close to my penetrating rod, providing exquisite friction with every surrendered millimeter. And she did surrender them. Every part of her was welcoming and inviting, urging me deeper with her pants and breathy moans.
And through it all, our eyes stayed locked together. By keeping that visual focus, we could feel the bonds of love and affection and see them in each other’s eyes. Strengthened by a lifetime of partnership, we let our friendship and trust grow until it filled every fiber of our beings, so that every twitch and caress was a physical manifestation of our emergent unity.
Dawn and I were truly making love. My thrusts were slow and full. Her hips rolled to meet me, but we never came together with heavy force nor meaty thumps. We simply stroked together. We didn’t even kiss. We didn’t need to. So much more was expressed in our eyes and in the way our noses rubbed together.
The books say girls have two types of orgasms: clitoral and vaginal. Even a girl’s anal orgasms are usually a combination of those anal nerves plus rubbing at the clit to push them over the edge. But Dawn definitely had a third-type. An orgasm of love. An orgasm of feeling so intimately connected to your partner that your body literally has no choice but to explode in ecstasy, lest the overabundance of emotions simply overwhelm your senses.
I lost track of how many time Dawn writhed with one of those; but there was no mistaking when the vaginal orgasm came. It was preceded by shortened gasps for air, little squeaks accelerating in pace and in pitch. Her eyes tightened as the rush of feeling rolled down her spine and caused her to arch her chest against me. And as the pleasure swept through her insides, her mouth gaped open to scream.
But instead of crying out in sheer bliss, Dawn merely grasped my head and stared deep into my eyes. Sweat was dripping off her brow, her face a mask of pleasure and her irises alight with brilliant blue fire. And with her last burst of oxygen, she moaned, “I love you, Ben. I always loved you. And I will always love you.”
I’d said the phrase ‘I love you’ to many girls in my life. Sometimes I felt like I meant it. To others I just said it because it was what they wanted to hear. But not this time. Today, I had three words that were far more special, because exactly one year ago today Dawn and I had truly begun this journey to become more than just childhood friends.
So I replied, “Happy birthday, Dawn,” and my own orgasm ignited. And together, we let our pleasure carry us away.
Chapter 19: Little Sisters
Dawn and I arrived at the table for lunch, both of us with warm smiles on our faces and twinkles in our eyes. How could we not be happy? We were in LOVE. And it wasn’t just puppy love or teenage infatuation. I didn’t feel the rush of “new love” like I had with Keira or Adrienne. It wasn’t even the pleasant but slightly awkward transition from friendship to romance like with Megan and Cassidy.
It just felt… right. I’d literally known Dawn for my entire life, and the progression of our relationship, while rapidly advancing these past three summers like puberty, felt completely natural. When we first realized in grade school that we had private parts that didn’t match, we showed them to each other to try and figure it out. When our bodies first started undergoing the great change out of childhood, we similarly explored those changes together. And when hormones began to percolate through our veins, we let those feelings out with each other.
Dawn was the first girl I held hands with. She was my first kiss. We then explored masturbation with each other, and I was the one to introduce Dawn to the wonderful pleasures of sex. Didn’t it just make sense that we really explore what true love meant together? Maybe it really was destiny.
Our parents beamed at us as we arrived. Both sets of parents knew their now 17-year-old children had probably just had sex with each other, and yet there was nothing but approval in their eyes. Eden and Emma looked at us with little smiles, confident that they were witnessing the ideal romantic coupling, right up there with Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and (as they put it) Beauty and the Beast.
Guess which one I was.
But two people at the table weren’t giving us lovey-dovey looks. DJ caught Dawn’s attention and something was communicated non-verbally between the two sisters. And Brooke gave me a pointed look, before deliberately sweeping her gaze over to Dawn and then back again to me. Her question was clear: ‘Have you talked to her yet?’