Midnight Quickie

  She looked back at her seemingly empty house, and saw no one.
  "Good," She thought. "No one heard me leave..."  Her gaze fell back to him, the boy she'd watched grow up.  She could still remember playing with him on the trampoline, wasting the day away, jumping higher and higher.  Now, here she stood, prepering to give herself to him.
  It was nothing new, the faces always changed, but it never was people who mattered, like him.  The little things never seemed to matter, but this was new.  A new part of her crazy and wild world.  She knew what she had to do: so, she closed the heavy door to her emotions, and let everything go.
  Small talk was done, and in the shadows, she saw his face grow questioning.  Slowly and gently, she came closer, and he recieved the look in her eyes, and he came closer, quickly.  Tehy collided into a long kiss, and within it, had a silent conversation.  Arms and hands searched the other's body, but his hands suddenly fell from her.  She took the hint to stop, but then his hand found the small of her back, and brought them close together, once again.  They continued, not missing a beat; and she lost hand again but this time, she continued kissing him, holding him passionately.
  The next feeling she recieved was his hands brushing against her front.  They seemed to be metaling with something, and a moment later, they stopped, and she felt something hard pressing against her pants, and immediately knew what it was.  Their long conversation ended, and she waited, desiring to hear his latest pick-up line, but none came..Simply the words in a shakey voice, "Are you ready?"  It was a question, not a pick-up line of any.  As he un-did her pants, she backed up feeling for a tree to lean against.  They found what they so desired at once.
  He moved her underwear aside, and plunged his fingers into her, feeling her warmth against his cool skin, for it was a chilly night.  She sighed, relieved at the feeling of near comfort.  Then he looked up, and she placed her hands on his shoulders, preparing for the ride.  He removed his fingers, and fiddled with himself for a moment, and then he looked up at her again, and she felt him go down under her hands, and felt the painful, joyous pleasure of him inside her.  He pushed up, hard and she gasped for air.  She would of screamed his name, but who knew what could be lingering in the darkness.  Instead she silently gasped for air, and did her best to remain calm, and keep her head.
  The repiticious rhythm of the two made her desire it to never end..To continue on for as long as he could stand, for this new pleasure was raw, wild and so human.  Gasps, moans, screams, begged to ring out from her throat, but she held them in.  Then, suddenly the tension rushed from her mind to her contact with him, and suddenly she was wet, and he looked up at her, smiling; knowing he'd done his job.  And a moment later, she felt his rush of intense, and he pulled out; she pulled her pants up, and as they each buttoned their own pants, they kissed one last time, and she let her hands linger on him for a moment longer, and he looked up, as she heard a 'zip', and she smiled, silently telling him 'thank you for a wonderful evening'.  And he nodded.  She turned, and saw the familiar figure standing on her porch, probably looking for her.  She finished situating herself, and stepped from the shadows, returning to the place she was forced to call home..