But he is the first man that I have ever been with, and there is something in that which feels special to me. Strange to think that I have actually done it now – not sex, but I have managed to have my very first orgasm. After trying so hard for so long, after making such an effort to get where I needed to go, he had put his head between my legs and managed to do it in a matter of minutes.
And I know that I am far from done with him. I can’t wait to see him again, to find out the other ways that the two of us can please each other. Going down on him was way more fun than I thought it would be; before him, I hadn’t thought much about the way that I would turn someone on, about how I could make someone feel the things that he had made me feel. But it seemed to come easily to me when I was with him. I just want to turn him on, show him how much I want him.
I reach over to the bedside table, and find that he has placed my clothes and my phone there for me while I was sleeping. He must have gone to pick them up from the shower stall – God, he’s thoughtful. I still don’t know him well, but everything that I am learning about him is telling me that he’s perfect. He listens closely, as though everything that I say matters to him. And when he touches me...
Mmm. I need to talk to someone else about this. Before I fall too deep into whatever it is that I am falling into whenever he is around. It’s a little after nine a.m., and I wrap myself in the sheet from the bed and look through the cabin, calling for Cliff. My foot no longer aches, and I exhale with relief as I unwrap it, grateful that there is only the slightest of bruising.
The cabin is empty, though, so I decide to call Juniper, because I need to process last night with my best friend.
Juniper picks up right away. My best friend since middle school, Juniper is no-nonsense, sharp, and doesn’t suffer fools – so why she keeps me around isn’t totally clear, but I’m not going to go complaining about it.
"Hey!” I exclaim down the line. Even to myself, I sound too happy to get away with it that easily.
"Hi," she replies. "What’s going on? You sound... different."
"Well, I’m calling from – I'm actually calling from the cabin of the guy that I spent the night with," I blurt out. I can practically imagine her eyebrows shooting up into her bangs, and I have to bite my lip to keep from giggling with delight.
"Holy shit, no way!” she exclaims. "Right now?”
"Right now," I reply, getting back in Cliff’s bed and rolling over. Propping myself up on my elbows, I bury my face in the pillow that he slept on all night, and I smell his delicious scent.
"You guys... did it?" she asks.
"No, we didn’t go all the way," I reply. "But he did – he got me where I needed to go, if you know what I mean..."
"Well, light the fireworks!" she replies with a chuckle. "Good for you. Who is he?"
"He works at the campsite," I explain. "He’s... he’s like some woodsman, but for the mountains."
"So, you’re saying he’s hot?” she asks.
"I am," I reply.
"Well, I say go for it," she replies. "How long do you have there?”
"A few days..."
"That’s plenty of time to get him to fall in love with you," she remarks.
"I don’t think I’m going to go that far," I laugh, but I have to admit – the mention of the word love makes my heart ping happily in my chest. Yeah, I could manage that. I could cope with the thought of the way he looked at me lasting a little longer...
"Do you think I should go for it?” I ask, lowering my voice as though there is someone listening in right now.
"I think you should follow your intuition," she replies. "You know what’s best for you. And if this guy is the best thing, go for it."
"I think I just might," I reply. I can’t keep the smile off my face.
"I don’t want to get in the way of your dirty weekend," she replies. "So I’ll let you get back to it. Call me up when you need to gossip, okay?”
"Will do," I promise her before we hang up. I turn over and stare at the ceiling, unable to keep the smile off my face. I want to scream, in the best way possible. I rise from the bed and head for a shower, wondering when Cliff is going to turn up again.
I wash quickly, and as soon as I step out of the bathroom, Cliff is here to greet me.
"Well, good morning," Cliff greets me, leaning back on the bed and looking me up and down with a grin on his face as I come out of the shower.
"Good morning yourself," I reply. "Where did you go?”
"I was just taking care of some stuff around the site," he explains. "I wanted to have the rest of the day clear."
"For what?"
"Depends on your foot.”
“It’s good as new,” I say, lifting my foot and showing it off.
“Damn, your legs get me so hard, you know that?”
I giggle. “I didn’t, but I’ll keep that in mind.”
“If you’re really good as new, I’ll show you what I was thinking about," he replies.
I raise my eyebrows, but I go along with what he’s saying. I like the idea of spending the day with him, no matter what it is that’s happening.
I get dressed, then we head to my cabin so I can put on the tennis shoes I packed. Once I’ve slipped them on, he hooks a backpack over his shoulder. He heads for the door, holding it open for me, and I duck under his muscular arm, inhaling a quick whiff of his gorgeous scent and trying to fight the urge to drag him back to the bed that I just left.
"So, why the adventure?” I ask him.
"Because you told me that you came here to do one thing, and I figured you might have time in your schedule for something else," he replies. He reaches for my hand, wraps his fingers around mine. It’s almost as though we have done this a million times before, as though he is used to being with me like this. I wonder if anyone is looking at us right now – I kind of hope they are. I want people to see us together. To see that this gorgeous man wants to be seen with me.
"Where are we going?" I ask him. Honestly, as long as he’s holding my hand, I am willing to follow him pretty much anywhere that he wants to take me – I'm sure not complaining about a single step.
"There’s this path, Rose Road, filled with wild roses," he explains, squeezing my hand a little tighter, bringing it to his lips so he can plant a kiss on the back of it. "It leads down to the falls near the lake, and it’s gorgeous. I thought you might like to see it while you’re here."
"That sounds so perfect," I murmur, and I am practically skipping as I keep up with him. How is one man just as perfect as all of this? He grins at me, and I notice that his smile is slightly crooked. It suits him. Gives his face a little more character.
We hit Rose Road, and he tells me about moving out here in the first place, how long he has been here – he talks about it as though this has been his home for as long as he can remember, as though this is the only place he has ever been and the only place he wants to be. I like hearing him talk. He has this deep voice that lights up when he is telling me about something he loves. I could listen to him talk about anything and everything all day long if it meant that I could be right here with him.