The Symphony in the Canopy

Lovers at a crossroads make love in the forest for the first and possibly the last time.

Hand in hand and covered by a luscious green canopy, we walked along the quiet path. The air was warm and clean, refreshing our bodies and minds. It was an escape from our realities — the troubles that faced us both were heavy and dark — but the sun was cleansing and clarifying. You knew of a little waterfall off the main trail where we could stop and rest and where no one would disrupt us. Little travelled, the way was rough and seemed to take forever, but that seemed fitting for us, loving each other in the most complicated way possible.

Finally, the waterfall was in sight. The mist rose from the stream below, mixing with the sun-warmed air, casting a mysterious, yet comforting fog over the area. We found a spot to rest and spread out the blanket. Taking in the beauty of the moment, we heard the other sigh and turned to look into the other's eyes.

We had always done that — lose ourselves in each other's eyes. It was the way we knew something different and special — no, not special — extraordinary — existed between our hearts. Words weren't needed because they couldn't really be uttered. Too many eyes, too much room for suspicion. Yet, in the midst of the thing that put us in the same orbit, the universe allowed our souls to recognize each other.

This time was different — things had changed. One path kept us going as we were before, loving and desiring each other from afar. The other, the hard one, would bring us together. Either one meant heartbreak and pain in some capacity for all of us.

Clouds began to gather in overhead, cooling the air a bit. We laid down on the blanket and you pulled me in close to you, holding me so tightly as if you never wanted to let me go. Kisses on my forehead and cheeks, fingers stroking through my hair, I grazed my soft lips on your neck, with the lightest touch caressing the back of it. I could feel your heart's pace begin to rise, matching mine.

I slipped my hands under your t-shirt. I needed to feel your skin and massage your nipples. Then I lifted it over your head. I buried my face in your chest, kissing every inch of you. Circling your nipples with my tongue, I took them in my mouth and sucked on them. A gentle nibble caused you to sigh in pleasure.

You unbuttoned my sleeveless shirt and threw it aside, quickly followed by my bra, pulling me into you so nothing could come between us. For the first time we felt our skin against each other. Again, our eyes locked and your lips met mine, kissing me like it was the first and last time. The passion in our kisses was lightning to our souls, sending a rush through every nerve and muscle, enflaming the already electric desire we felt.

Resuming my journey down your chest to the happy trail and the beautiful meadow of hair surrounding your manhood. My lips grazed it as I headed for your inner thighs, kissing one, then the other, running my fingers through the hair and then down to your balls. I slid my fingers back to your perineum and felt your body thrust in pleasure. Gingerly massaging your balls, I pressed my tongue to the tip of your manhood. Slowly, tenderly, circling it down to the head, I licked your shaft with the lightness of a feather, feeling you jerk and shake as your pleasure grows. I took you into my mouth, up and down, in and out, occasionally going back to the head for maximum impact.

Your shaking increased and suddenly you flipped me over. Your blue eyes gazed into mine with the intensity of fire, burning with a raging, uncontrollable desire. Pressing your sweet lips to my neck, they take the path down to my breasts, and you buried your face in them. Taking your time, you licked, sucked, and bit each one, occasionally looking back into my eyes to see my reaction. You smiled at me, so pleased to see my pleasure and fulfilled in our connection.

Finally, the journey resumed. You noticed the scars on my abdomen from my surgeries and kissed each one, mentioning how grateful you are I survived the last one because you could have lost me forever.

Sliding off my skort, you noticed the blue lace panties I wore. You grinned at me, knowing they were for you. Pulling them down my legs, slowly, you tossed them aside, taking off your pants and briefs, too.

And there we were, in the middle of God's glorious nature, two burning flames the universe ignited to set the other on fire, naked before each other for the first time.

Gently spreading my legs, you smiled again. You couldn't wait any longer, so bypassing my thighs, your index finger traced down the opening of my labia. It opened a tiny bit each time, as a flower opening for the sunshine. Then you spread them fully to find glistening dew of arousal ready for you.

I spread my legs wider because I wanted you to have me completely. You licked the entire length to taste me, then focused on my clit, which was hard, raised, and pulsating. My desire for you was inexplicable. I'd never felt this comfortable with my sensuality, but it felt so right and so on fire.

First with your index finger, then adding your middle finger, you plunged into my vagina, rounding inside as far as you can go, then you found my g-spot and pressed hard, my body jerking in response. In and out your fingers thrusted, sending my body into a shake. Returning to my lips you kissed me so I could taste my own excitement.

Then you looked into my eyes again. "Are you ready?" you asked.

"I've been ready for you," I replied.

Kissing me again, you pressed your legs under my thighs to pull my pelvis a little higher and spread me a little wider.

You gently placed your manhood inside of me, knowing this was my first time — our first time.

You wanted it to be special for me.

I smiled at you as you penetrated deeper, then began to slide in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Much like the music that brought us together, the tension and release, the tempo variations, the crescendos and decrescendos of our love making wrote the song of our love that day.

Just like the night we realized our feelings were mutual, butterflies surrounded us and fireflies lit the dusk that encroached on us. We'd spent the day enwrapped in the bliss of desire that had been hidden for so long. It wasn't just an act. It was a concert. We performed a symphony of love, passion, lust, and sheer adoration under the canopy of stars and trees that was so beautiful tears fell from my eyes, not unlike the waterfall singing behind us.

Night approached and under another blanket we held each other close, still skin on skin, knowing this could be the last time this ever happens — or the first time of many. It would all depend on which path you decided to take.

For now, we wouldn't think about that, but instead memorize the feel of the other's skin, the rhythm of their heartbeat, the sound of their breathing, and wait for the universe to make its next move.