There's no small talk, you know I hate it, we both know that we hated school today and are overjoyed to be out.  Problem is, there's that awkward silence again.  We pretend it's not awkward, that we just like silence, that we're good enough friends to be silent together.  If I had a bow I could make the air in your car sing.  I casually open the window I've been looking out of.  You turn on the music.  It only makes it worse.  Time drags as we fight our way to your house.

Finally there, we explode from your car, different people, laughing and planning our next grand scheme.  I don't what it is about enclosed spaces that just evaporates our friendship.  We head for your kitchen discussing the scientific difference between hunger and munchies.  I open the fridge and shout "carrots!"
"OK!" you answer enthusiastically, catching the bag I toss you.
You start slicing them while I sift through your mail.

"Shit!"
"What?" I ask turning around.  You're holding up your index finger with a fairly significant cut on the side of it.  A line of blood starting to run down towards your palm.  I grab your hand and swiftly lick the blood off.  "Yum!" I add.
"What the fuck," we're both laughing, your shaking your head.  Suddenly you stop.  You cough and turn quickly.
Not quickly enough, I see the bulge in your pants.  "Woah, uh..." I stop.  I don't know what to say.
"Oh shit," you mutter without turning, "I'm so sorry. Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening.  Shit..."
"Hey, relax OK?" I cut you off, "Don't worry about it.  It doesn't matter."
"Oh my god. Yes it does.  Shit, I can't believe this."
I walk behind you to get a band-aid out of my purse.  "Whatever.  I'll take it as a compliment." Oh my God did I actually just say that.  Why, why did I just say that.  You cough in surprise.

I bring you the band-aid, turn you around, and put it on your finger.  Neither of us speaks, faces bright red.  I notice that your erection isn't going anywhere.
As I turn to put the band-aid wrappers in the trash, I can't help it, my left hand drops and oh-so-lightly brushes against your crotch.  Now why the fuck did I do THAT.
Your reaction is instant.  You grab my shoulders, spin me back to face you and push me down against the counter.  The wrappers flutter to the floor.  I watch your eyes narrow from surprise to anger as you stare down at me.  "Why did you do that?" I can tell you're straining to keep control.
I pause, widen my eyes, I can't help but think about how close our crotches must be now, I don't dare look down, "do what?"  I ask.  I'm as surprised as you by the touch of coyness in my voice.
"You should be more careful." you say, your voice guttural, your grip tightening on my shoulders, fingertips digging into tense muscles.
"Or what?" I challenge slowly, shifting my hips just a touch forward.  There's the lightest contact.  I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.  I don't quite close my mouth after I finish speaking.  Good move.

I don't have time to regret anything.  Your mouth smashes into mine.  Your chest pressing mine back, arching me over the countertop.  Your hips bruising mine.  Your erection grinding against my abdomen.  Your hands are in my hair now, pressing, pulling.
My hands find the bottom of your shirt.  I'm under it, feeling the hot damp skin, the muscles of your back contracting.  You feel so real, so defined, so powerful.  I've lost all inhibition.  I grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up.  We release for a moment and your shirt is on the floor.  I hold you back for a moment, pressing my hands into your chest.  I pull them down to your abs, desperate to feel all of you.  It's so electric.

I realize you're staring at me, so I dart up and lick your ear.  You renew your pursuits with twice the passion.  Your hands are everywhere.  You’re using your tongue now, it’s gentle exploring is the only evidence that this isn’t entirely animal.  Suddenly you drag a single fingernail slowly from the base of my skull down my spine.  I don’t know how you knew to do that, but there’s no going back now.  I wrap my right leg around your waist, grinding my hips into you.  I disengage my tongue and bite your lower lip.  Our eyes meet and a silent agreement is made.  We stand frozen for a moment, before you take control.  You lift my other leg to your waist, and I comply, balancing myself on your hips.  We enjoy a slow, gentle kiss as you carry me to your room.  You close the door and place me onto the middle of your bed.

You’re standing at the end of your bed now, shirtless, facing my open legs, grinning.  You climb up and kneel, straddling me below my waist.  I start to sit up but you push me down again.  Without taking your hands off my shoulders, you kiss me deeply.  I run my hands down your arms, feeling the definition.  Your kiss moves to my jaw line, and then to my neck.  I inhale deeply.  You take the hint and bite me, too gently but it’s enough.  My back arches involuntarily and I whisper your name.

Your hands move to the bottom of my shirt and I sit up so you can lift it off.  I take the opportunity to change things.  I push you back and to the side so you’re on your back and I’m between your legs.  You give me a look of surprise which I return with ten fingernails down your torso.  You groan and I sit back.  You look confused until I grab your belt and undo it.  I have your pants off in seconds, glad that you didn’t wear your stupid girl-pants today.  You sit up and kiss me again, this time your hands snaking around my back and swiftly undoing my bra.  You toss it away.  You sit back for a moment and just stare at me, watching my nipples harden to the air.  I feel like a deer in headlights.  “Beautiful,” you whisper.

Then you gently run one finger softly from my throat straight down my torso to the waist of my pants.  I sit up onto my knees as you undo the button. The anticipation is killing me as you unzip my jeans.  You open them, and your mouth drops, before quickly widening into a grin.  I silently congratulate myself for going commando today.  

My thoughts are cut short when you pick me up by the waist and throw me on my back, ripping my jeans the rest of the way off.  The gentleness is gone.  You’re on me, a hand on one breast, and your mouth on the other.  You bite my nipple and I scream but you can tell I like it so you do it again.  I don’t realize where your other hand is until I feel you kick off your boxers, and feel your naked erection against my skin.  I gasp and you grin at me.  Once again I can’t help myself.  I push you back with one hand and reach the other down to feel you.  My fingers wrap around your member and I pull them down the length of it.  “Perfect,” I reply in response to your unintelligible groans.

You grab my hand and pull it away bringing it to meet my other which you simultaneously pushed up above my head.  You press both my wrists into the bed with one hand now and I don’t understand what you’re doing until I feel the other.  Out of nowhere you have two fingers inside me and your thumb on my clit.  I’m writhing before you even move them.  You curl your fingers, pulling me up towards you, towards ecstasy.  I groan and arch my back.  “You like that don’t you?” You ask chuckling.
“Mmmmm.”
“Don’t you?” You ask suddenly sinister.  Your hand relaxes.
I thrust my hips towards you, “Don’t stop!  Please! Yes I like it! I need it!”
My begging returns to groans as you hand moves again, your thumb making rapid circles.

It takes all the will I have, but I suddenly pull away from you.  I open my eyes and look straight into yours.  “I need you in me.  Now.”
You don’t need any further reassurance.  You release my hands and put your elbows at my sides.  You kiss me once before thrusting into me.  I wrap my legs around your waist and I’m lost to the world.  

The sex is rough and animal, I’m guessing that’s how you like it too.  Afterwards we’re silent but lie together for some time.  I glance at your clock and say I should probably get home.  We dress, avoiding looking at each other’s bodies.

We’re in your car again, and it’s silent.  But there’s no tension at all now, we’re both just smiling quietly.  As you pull into my driveway, I turn to you, “Hey, we’re just friends right?”
“Just friends.”  I get out and, just before I close the door, you add, “hey, wanna hang out tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I answer, close the door, and walk into my house grinning