“Fuck Evan, what have you got yourself into now” Evan whispered to himself as he crept forwards. He was stepping under the canopy now and the light around him became a pink shadow as it filtered through Sam’s panties. Giant hearts floated above his head, the light cotton stretched and held up by her hand was like the canvas of a tent to him. He could feel the warmth coming from the darkness ahead of him, the thump of her heartbeat through his feet, and her ragged breathing as she watched him. The soft hair of her belly was giving way to the trimmed stubble of her bush. Like stepping from the fairway into the rough, and with out of bounds ahead of him, where she was inviting him.
The ceiling became lower as he advanced, and even as slowly as he felt he was going, he was soon on his hands and knees. He was shaking like a mouse. He took a couple of deep breaths and pulled the scent of her into his lungs. Bitter and salty, and intoxicating. He was crawling on his belly now. “You’ve been with girls before.” he whispered. But not like this. Not where he was going. He realised he should probably have taken his clothes off. He was starting to descend, held tight by the fabric above him, and pushing through an undergrowth of pubes that scratched and clawed at him. He felt her panties shut behind him. He was already too far for it to make any difference but he knew. He felt the space around him expand as she opened her legs. He began to slide downwards and his hand found a gap between folds, and instantly he felt pressure from above. Her fingers were gentle but he was pushed firmly downwards and inwards and realised he was beside her lips as they opened to embrace him. He instantly felt the wetness that had been held within rush to coat him, and he slipped into darkness, feeling her gasp as he did, to take one last breath of air.