The Checkmate Inn

The memory of last night is still fresh in my mind.  I see you sitting at the bar by yourself, smoking the last cigarette of the night, finishing the last of too many beers.  We’d been flirting hard… me brushing my breasts against you each time I made me way past you to the crowded bar.  I think I knew how the night would end when we both stopped, your arm against my breast, neither one of us speaking, trying to appear as if we were listening to the conversation at hand.  All I could hear was your breath… I heard it catch as I leaned into you, then increase in intensity as we pressed our bodies closer.  As I walked away, my hand slipped down your back and around your waist, and I drew you into me.  All too cool, I played the moment off as a flirtatious gesture, trying not to reveal how hard my heart was beating.  Flipping my head back in laughter, I looked deep into your eyes and purred “mmmmmmmmmm!” and bouncily headed for the door.  Now, as the night draws to a close, everyone in the band gone except your cousin, I could feel my heart racing as I knew what was about to occur.  “Good night” I whispered and tilted my head to receive my nightly kiss on the lips, my hand resting on the inside of your thigh as you enveloped them around me, not allowing me to leave.  “Wallflower” echoes in my head and I give into the moment.  “Have a great night” I murmur and lean forward to kiss you again.  We linger longer than we should, our bottom lip sticking as we slowly pull away.  My eyes close, instinct telling me your face is inches away from mine, poised for another kiss.  I lean forward, and feel a tap on my shoulder.  Andy, saying good night.  “I’ll walk you out” you say to me, and I think “just like all the other times.”   Disappointment rises in my gut, and I berate myself for thinking anything would happen.  As we get into the night air, you grab my hand and lead me through the dark lot.  “Good night” we yell to Andy.  We arrive at my car, our fingers still interlocked.  Somehow you skillfully position me against my car and you straddle me, grabbing my other hand and pulling both up to your chest.  Before I know what is happening your tongue is dancing in my mouth, and we are locked in the deepest, most passionate kiss of my life.  Our bodies melt together, and I can feel your heat despite the early spring chill.  The wave of emotion and torrent of questions that occur at once confuse me.  I must have hesitated because you say “It’s alright” and brush my cheek.  Your deep stare tells me that you’d been waiting as long as I had for this moment.  “I don’t want you driving” you say.  “Leave your car here and I’ll drive you back for it in the morning.”  Putting your arm around me, you lead me to your truck.  You open the door for me like a true gentleman and take the opportunity to steal another kiss.   The ride to your house was a quiet one, your fingers tracing circles in the palm of my hand as we rode in silence.  I shiver as you lead me up the walk to your door.  Once inside, my nerves overtake me and I find myself unable to speak.  I’m not really sure there’s any need for words… you lead me down the hall to your bedroom and turn on the light.  I let out a sigh as I saw the bed I know I’ll be with you for the first time in.  You sit and pat the space next to you, motioning for me to join you.  “Nervous?” you ask as you put your arm around me.  At once I’m calm with the gentleness of your touch, the ease of the way we pressed together like we’d done this many times before.  I shake my head as I lower it to your lap.  Grinning mischievously up at you, I pop open the button of your jeans, licking my lips with anticipation.  You close your eyes and I instantly want to make this the best…1

I feel myself shake as I think about that first taste and each taste after.  I can still feel you filling me with your heat.  I can still hear you moan.  I can still see your eyes as we came together, the first time, the last time, each time.  I can still picture your head between my legs as I convulsed under your tongue.  I can envision your smile as I ran my tongue up and down you.  I can still remember exactly how I felt when you whispered “I love you” as you kissed me one last time at my car, knowing we’d never share another night like this one.2

©Teresa A. Brogden, June 20003