vacation affairs
going on a small trip with your family as a teen to a sort resort camping place, you've found someone who has taken your interest greatly and who seems to feel the same way about you. he seems to have chosen to pursue his feelings.
includes mild sexual content!
a three day trip to a resort in the nature with different activities and opportunities with your small family of 4 sounds like a dream. you, your two siblings, and your mother, were all excited to get away from all the stress that comes from work and school and to be able to relax in the pool or during a walk in the mountains. There were shops, cute restaurants, a waterpark, and so much more. Being here felt like a dream come true.
you already had the trip planned out, and when you arrived it was just a matter of waiting until it was time to watch the fireworks on opening night. this would be taking place on a grass field behind the forest in the afternoon, when it got dark. you dressed up accordingly, wearing clothes you felt comfortable in, and when it was time to go, you threw on a jacket.
being there with the people you love most was an amazing experience. the april wind was breezing through your curls, you were watching such a spectacular show of fireworks while your little brother was jumping with joy at the sight. you had a big smile on your face, taking in the moment. just when you were deep in thought about how good you felt, you noticed someone. someone tall, but you couldn't quite make out his face in the dark.
walking away from your seemingly distracted family, you approached the guy. he was standing at the edge of the forest, evidently smoking, and you noticed how breathtakingly beautiful he was. your pace slowed while you were taking in his beauty. the moonlight highlighted his shiny dark hair, black as tar, and if you were at the right angle, you would get a glimpse of his mesmerising glowing emerald green eyes.
even though it was dark, it didn't matter.
the nerves in your stomach that you usually carry subsided. it seems as if his beauty calms you. you stood beside him, speaking up "don't you think it's nice?" directing your question to the view of fireworks in front of you.
he looked at you for a moment before returning his gaze to the view in front of him "I don't really care for this sort of stuff."
his admission didn't deter you, you nodded and glanced a look at your family, seeing how occupied they are. then you asked him the question that kept you spiralling.
"how old are you?"
the fear that this man was too old for you was great, and the thought of living in ignorance about his age has crossed your mind numerous times during this moment, but you didn't want to put him in that position.
He answered swiftly.
you were relieved, but this was cutting it close. "when is your birthday?" you retaliated.
he smiled. "July."
the fact that he didn't ask for your age in return didn't go past you, but you told him anyway.
he nodded, and continued taking a long drag from his cigarette. a silence filled the space between you two, and after a while, he looked around, apparently looking for his family. you did the same, and when you saw that they weren't even aware that you are not accompanying them, you took a step closer to the mystery guy. your gazes met, and he turned his body to face you entirely.
nervousness wracked your system. doubts of 'is this too fast?' filled your mind, but it seemed as if he didn't have a care in the world. you stood on your tiptoes, and even though you were surrounded by people, and the chance you'll get caught by your family was great, he leaned in. a soft kiss exchanged between you two changed the dynamic from before completely, in stead of mystery and wondering, there was longing. even though you didn't know each other's names yet, you still felt the need to spend your entire three days together.
his hand, previously at his side, softly was placed in your hair, tangling itself in between your curls. yours tried to balance yourself by holding his arms, moving up to his shoulders.
the kiss didn't last long, a couple seconds, no less, but it still felt good. when you two broke apart, he shocked you by speaking up first. "is it your first?" he asked quietly.
his question took you aback, but you didn't falter. "was I that bad?" you laughed in return, hoping to turn this awkward moment into a humorous one.
"no, it just seemed that way by the way you were unsure of what to do." he smiled lightly, continuing on with a fresh cig. you didn't even notice he lit a new one, but the mystery behind him intrigued you.
"you like to embarrass me, don't you?" you chuckled, not letting his comment bring you down, even though you felt like that wasn't even his intention.
He glanced at you. “no, it was good." he answered truthfully.
after this conversation and a bit of accompanying silence, you smiled at each other, acknowledging that it was time to go. before waling away, you laughed. "I don't know when or where, but I'll see you at the pool tomorrow."
he nodded, his smile unwavering, and then you two departed.
the next day, the only thing you could think about was him. seeing him, wanting him. you still didn't know his name, but you didn't care to know. the only thing you cared about was feeling his lips on yours again.
and as it seems, your big sister glanced you kissing someone yesterday during the fireworks. noticing you were gone, she tracked a bush of curls and found you 'entangled with someone, eating their face' as she so modestly put it.
this of course, was exaggerated, since it was more a peck than a snogging session, but correcting her about the details would be a futile attempt.
it was already evening when you and your family went to the pool. you were wearing your favourite swimming clothes, dark green, matching his eyes.
you walked around the edge of the pool while your brother was in the children's pool, your sister and mother were ordering a bite to eat.
while walking, you saw him. the guy from last night, shirtless and in navy swimming trunks. you took a minute to compose yourself before walking over to him, admiring his entire figure. his pale skin was a contrast to his black hair, and his trunks stuck out against his skin as if they're being held against snow.
while walking over to him, you two made eye contact, and you saw how his eyes lingered over your whole body, taking you in piece by piece. a small smile was plastered on his face and he took your hand while you entered the pool together.
it was quite crowded in the pool, but your eyes fell on a deserted corner after moving around in the water with him. when you arrived, isolated from the life in the pool, he sat on the bench attached to the side, and he pulled you softly on his lap. at first, your back was facing his front. his hands holding you in place at your waist, his touch as light as a feather, almost as if he's afraid of breaking you like delicate porcelain. you had your phone in your hand, keeping yourself occupied by updating your friends at school and taking a couple pictures for memory's sake. then, you decided to turn around, your legs on either side of him, caging him in.
your arms wrapped around his neck, and you resumed whatever you were doing on your phone while he just held you and stared at you. his hands were resting on your hips, while you took some pictures of you two together, taking every opportunity to be able to keep this memory forever.
when you finished what you were doing with your phone, you placed it on the edge of the pool. you faced him, watching his face tentatively. his bright eyes bore through you, feeling like they could scan your insides. you looked away from them, and your gaze settled on his rosy pink lips. being only inches away, he leaned in, and your lips collided in a soft delicate kiss.
it wasn't like the one at opening night. that kiss was pure longing, that feeling of emptiness when you weren't in contact filling you after. this one was unsure. a kiss that needed to set the boundaries of how far you would go. soft, as if he's afraid he'll let you fall if he went harder, faster. his lips parted for you, slowly and passionately, he knew exactly what to do with his mouth. you followed his lead, tentative, but sure about what you want with him.
it felt like it went on for eternity. a kiss so slow and soft, delicate and tender. you never wanted it to end, but it had to, at one point.
breaking apart, he leaned into your ear and whispered "wanna go to the lavatory?"
you waited for this question, waited for the moment to come were you would feel all of him, as if your life led up to that point.
"that's a big step after this, especially with someone you don't know, don't you think?" you chuckled, teasing him a little.
that smile returned. "it doesn't feel like I don't know you." he replied suddenly, his confession making your heart beat faster.
you couldn't move to the bathroom fast enough. the desire for him felt like an ache. on the way, he held your waist, his touch ever so light. you thought about how he's a stranger, that this is the second day you've known each other, that he may be too old for you, but none of that mattered to you. it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you were sure something like this would never happen again. you would never meet someone like him again, someone who you'd have an instant connection with without even knowing his name.
the guilt of taking the disabled persons toilet got crushed beneath the weight of his stare. the door locked instantly, and at once lips connected. the feeling of pleasure overtook you both. suddenly he lifted you up and placed you on the sink, giving you room to pull him to you, locking your legs behind him.
you felt him, hard against you. warmth spread over your body, and the butterflies in your stomach erupted. the nerves and doubts you had vanished, and all of a sudden it felt like you're experienced with this topic.
his hands roamed your bare skin. his lips travelled down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses down to your chest. the air was filled with your sighs and the smell of pleasure.
when his fingers looped on the knot of your top he suddenly stopped. "is this okay?" he asked, insinuating taking of your clothes.
you didn't have to think twice, and answered readily. "yes,"
he immediately untied the knot. and your top fell to the floor, leaving your chest bare in front of him. you didn't think to feel anxious, insecure, or anything else for the matter. the only feeling that filled you was delight.
though you noticed his eyes didn't linger too long on your naked upper body, he leaned in again and hooked his fingers around your waistband, sliding your bottoms off of you, leaving you naked entirely. this time he took his time taking you in. your legs were spread in front of him with an expecting look on your face, your hands holding the sink behind you.
"aren't you taking that off?" you asked, nodding towards his trunks.
he smiled, his hands travelling up your waist. "only if you want me to."
you didn't need telling twice, and although you almost couldn't reach, you managed to untie the loop in his waistband and pushed his trunks down, leaving them pooled around his ankles on the floor.
surprise filled you as you took his naked form in. you weren't sure if it would fit, as you've never had anything inside of you before, and he wasn't exactly on the smaller side.
he kept watching your expressions patiently, evidently trying to read your face about what you were thinking. what were you thinking?
about how much this could hurt, but also how good he would feel inside of you.
you didn't want to wait anymore, you pulled him closer and held him close to your entrance. he situated himself as to enter you easily while holding you close. his hands held you in place, his lips close to your cheek, and he gave you a small kiss before pushing himself inside of you with your assistance.
at first it felt too tight, like he wouldn't be able to go all the way in, but he moved slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. a sort sigh escaped your lips, and you weren't sure how to react to this mix of pain and pleasure. the pressure almost became too much, but you tried to focus on the euphoria of being stretched.
he, on the other hand, focused completely on making this as painless as possible for you, stabilising you and positioning you both in a way that would bring you maximum pleasure. he wasn't sure when to push himself in and when to pause, so he went as slowly as possible. he kept glancing to your face to know if he needed to stop or not, but you didn't want him to.
his repeated questions of 'is this okay?' and 'does it hurt?' reassured you of his care, and in a way made you feel even more turned on. you encouraged him to go on, to push himself in completely, claiming the pleasure is overtaking the pain and that you need more of him.
it seems your words drove him to believe your comfort, and in turn he, making sure not to hurt you, moved himself deeper inside you, igniting a soft moan from the both of you.
kisses were exchanged, and you clung to him like you would fall if you let go, his pace fastened, and the air thickened into something more than just pleasure. it was pure bliss and emptiness, the only thing driving you was the feeling of him filling you up completely, potentially stretching you. your hands scratched his back, making you wonder how the marks would look like tomorrow. he held your waist tight, definitely leaving fingerprints and claw marks. his lips covered every inch of skin he could reach, and he kept picking up pace and driving himself deeper inside you.
you couldn't get enough, couldn't get him deep enough. you needed him so far inside of you he could never escape. the feeling of him penetrating you, stretching you and eliciting sharp pain, the feeling of him exiting you, slipping out just to pound into you again. it was pleasure like you've never imagined before, never imagined it was possible.
his groans filled the space around you and captivated your attention. his deep, manly voice sparked something so violent inside you, you knew he could bring you to your knees with a grunt.
his hands held you tight while the waves came crashing into you, building up into something much more ferocious than what was appropriate, almost making you tip over the edge.
the feeling was so close, you felt the height beneath you sucking you down, and as Harry took your cries as a cue of your impending climax, he moved his fingers around your clit, giving you an extra edge.
at this moment you wished nothing more than to finish alongside him, but you weren't sure if Harry was at that stage yet. something about falling off together made the moment so much more intimate, and you felt like sharing such a vulnerable moment with each other may make him consider growing this thing into something more than a fling.
while Harry worked you to your end, you noticed his pace grew sloppier and thought he may reach his as well. your hands found his chest, back, neck, and scalp and your nails dug into every crevice of skin available. your lips connected to the tender skin of his neck and you whispered into his ear, voice so soft it was almost inaudible above his groans and moans. "come with me, please."
this elicited a pained grunt out of Harry, and he took it as a cue to completely let go.
those waves exploded in your lower stomach, traveling everywhere in your body, up until the tips of your toes. Harry released inside of you, an error you both overlooked but didn't seem to care about in this desperate moment. you felt a warm pressure residing in you, contributing to that euphoric feeling.
Harry seemed to feel the same thing, as his head hung low and his hand clutched you so tightly, you knew he would leave red marks. his shoulders were shaking, and you heard how loud his breathing was.
you both came down, holding each other and never want to let go again. when Harry caught his breath, he looked up at you, and you saw his tear stained face.
he must be a crier, you thought as you've never seen such a sight before. his green eyes were even more pronounced than before, and his cheeks were rosy. his lips, swollen and pink, were parted in a way that seemed like he wanted to kiss you again. you smiled at him, not knowing what to say after this adventure, and settled on nothing, because there was nothing that needed to be said.
the last day of this trip was grim, a feeling of impending doom hanging over your head. you needed to find him one last time, knowing you'll never see him again after this.
a silent agreement was settled between you two. this would stay here, in this resort. it won't follow you back into your lives at home, for some reason or the other. it felt right to keep it like this, something special, or an homage to this place, this vacation.
although you hated it, you respected the hustle. you knew getting over him, the most perfect guy you will ever meet, would be difficult, but at least you had something to remember him by, which was the loss of your virginity.
you weren't sure if this weren't a stupid thought, but you didn't care. it was significant to you, and that's the only thing that mattered.
so the last day, after splitting up with your family, you knew where you would find him, for some reason. your walk to the gardens was slow, the need to take in the moment as much as possible filled you with every step. it would be your last moment with him, and even though you didn't know each other, it felt like your separation has prevented something that would've impacted your whole life.
why did you feel this way? did he feel this way? is this normal?
for your peace's sake, you answered your own questions with conviction. Yes. Yes he feels the same way, and yes, it is completely normal.
you will miss him, the guy who took your first time and made it special.
despite losing focus, your legs walked themselves to your destination, where you knew you'd find him. you were right.
he's standing there with a cigarette, seemingly lost in his thoughts. there was a gleam in his eyes which told you that you would never forget about them, no matter how hard you tried.
"hey," you stood beside him, facing the view, not daring to turn to him and see his smile or meet his eyes. you feared you'd never be able to let this moment go if you did.
he, however, turned to you, watching your side profile with intent curiosity. "how are you?" he asked.
the question was laced with double meaning, you knew, but you ignored it. in fear of falling in too deep, you still didn't face him when you replied.
"I'm good."
it seemed he didn't believe you, because after you uttered those words, he stood in front of you.
his fingers hooked under your chin and lifted up your face, forcing you to look up at him. his bright green eyes where at this point already engraved in your mind, but still, everytime you saw them, your heart skipped a beat.
"I'll never forget you, you know," he smiled. "but it's not just about the sex."
he seemed shy to tell you this, which for some reason, made you blush. it wasn't just about the sex for you either, but it was the thing that grounded you to him.
"I feel the same."
he stepped closer. "last kiss?"
you nodded, feeling like departure is close, and the need to touch and feel him one last time was eating at your insides.
a second after you nodded he took your face gently and leaned in, his cigarette discarded and neglected on the floor. his breath smelled of tabacco and mint, a delicious mixture of dangerous and never-wanting-to-let-you-go.
the kiss was gentle at first, both of you wanting to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible, but it slowly turned into something more akin to desperation and need, in stead of longing.
knowing it was the last time, you both took as much as possible from each other, not wanting to leave any bit behind.
his hands held you close, while yours tugged on his hair and neck. you kept moving until there was as much contact as possible, only feeling satiated when no piece of you hit cold air, but warm skin instead.
it felt like the kiss took ages and mere seconds at the same time. when you two fell apart, you already reminisced those seconds feeling each other, and silently, you hoped he felt the same way.
his eyes dug into yours, seeming as if he was trying to see behind them. his lips where pink and plump already, marred by your lips and teeth.
he stepped away, leaving enough space to feel the breeze between you two, the distance, the farewell. suddenly it was cold, and you needed to be held, but you knew you had to leave.
"goodbye, princess." his voice was laced with honey and his smile was full of endearment and playfulness. he began walking backwards, making his way away from you and back to his own life at home.
"goodbye!" you yelled, not bothering to hide your emotions. you plucked up the courage to turn around, around from those eyes and lips, and willed your legs to walk back to your family, to your life back at home.
if you didn't leave now, you would never.
