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Summer was still getting used to kissing Daniel.
For one, he damn sure knew what he was doing. His hands stroked her face and hair in all the right places and he knew when to pull away to breathe (Summer would forget about that whole breathing thing and end up panting and out of breath). And when he did pull away to breathe, he kept a hand on her side of her face and their eyes locked together. He knew how to laugh in that way that never made her feel stupid and embarrassed, only loose and giddy. When they giggled together she felt special, and mischievous.
Daniel was still getting used to kissing Summer.
Summer told him she had only kissed 2 people in all her time but somehow, she knew what she was doing. As soon as their mouths met, he always felt her stiffen, and then relax and melt into it. And whenever they broke away to breathe, she did this sexy little pant, her cheeks flushed. Oh, and these little sounds she made? When he kissed her, and it was good he always felt her lean her weight on him and make these little sighs, accidental whimpers and on one marvelous-for-Daniel, mortifying-for-Summer experience, she even moaned into the kiss a little bit. And that moment always found it’s way back into Daniel’s head when he was lying in bed at night. The way her hands had been pushing into his hair, and he pushed her neck back and she let out an “Ohhhh,” as they kissed deeply. Daniel thought about that a lot, more than he should have. He really wished she would do it again.
Yep, kissing Summer was his new favorite hobby.
And yep, kissing Daniel was her new favorite hobby.
Lucky for them, they were both engaging in their favorite hobby on that one Tuesday afternoon - with the boys away day camps… just them and the soft couch. It was supposed to be some sort of tutor history lesson on the women’s suffrage moment, but Summer had gotten distracted from her teaching by how his slightly damp hair would feel between her fingers, and Daniel had gotten distracted from his learned by her perfume, and how he just wanted to be close to her, to smell it more.
“And then Susan B. Anthony- god don’t look at me like that!” Summer protested trying to keep her mind directed towards the poster board she propped up.
“Mmm. Like what?” Said Daniel, his sleepy siren eyes peering up at her.
“Like- like I’d die if I go another second without kissing your fucking face.”
“Mmm. I don’t want you to die,” Summer bit her lip and thought for a second, before choosing face kissing over Susan B. Anthony. She chucked the posterboard aside and leaned into his lap. She straddled his waist and pulled him in by the collar of his soft t shirt they kissed. Daniel fingers dancing along her jawline and Summer’s hands daring to venture to the hem of his shirt. She fingered the soft linen for a while, thinking about what was underneath.
Daniel read her mind. He pulled away and slowly, carefully, said “You can uh,” He paused. He didn’t want to scare her or make her nervous or embarrassed. “You can touch me. If you want to,” He really hoped she wanted to, because he wanted her to touch him.
“O-okay. Yeah.” Summer said, and given the green light, she slowly started to unbutton his shirt, from the bottom up. When she was almost done with the buttons, she met his eyes. “Is this uh, this okay?”
“Y-yeah,” He said, forgetting how to breathe like a normal person and she opened the shirt and pressed her hands to his hard chest. Her hands were cool against his warm skin. Daniel flushed, she could probably feet how fast his heart was beating.
Summer sucked her breath in, admiring his pretty, pretty torso. Delicately, she looked over his abs and his strong, hard chest. He was all golden tan skin and hard muscles and this gentle sprinkle of freckles across his stomach. Summer let out a breath. “You can um. You can touch me too.” She said. “If you uh. If you want.” She added quickly.
“Yeah.” Daniel said. Hands slipped under her t-shirt. “I really fucking want to.” Summer pulled her shirt off over her head.
This was new for both of them - tentatively, they both traced their fingers around each other’s bodies, exploring all the divets and curves. “Wow,” Daniel breathed, getting engulfed in a cloud of her perfume. Summer shivered when the pads of his fingers went over the little patch of birthmarks on the left side.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah.”
“God. Wow,” Summer said, pushing him onto his back on the coach and climbing on him, so she could explore his whole torso. Star quarterback he was, Daniel body was like perfection. There were muscles in all the places she didn’t even know she liked, and he was all tan and his torso was dotted in a couple dozen moles and birthmarks, which Summer tentatively touched each of them. She really wanted to kiss them but she was scared he would think that was weird.
Daniel hands carefully, gently, like he thought she would break, explored her body with his hands. They both wanted to spend hours, just sitting there and memorizing everything, it was so new and soft and warm.