Summary: One night a girl stumbles upon her secret love. She finds out that he also shares the same desire for her. What happens when the heat of the night gets to both of them?

In the heat of the night we often chase our dreams on wings of passion. I chased my dream in the heat of the night, and it was ardent and ravishing. My dream was to know how it feels to fall in love, especially to fall in love with Kris. Kris is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life. His deep brown eyes match perfectly with his dark brown hair and fair skin. He speaks so mellifluously that it melts my heart to hear his rich voice. Never would I have dreamed that he would ever love me, or even know who I am . . . Until one radiant night. That was the night I chased my desire for Kris. I never meant for it to happen, but it felt so right and I couldn’t resist. The heat befuddled my mind to chase after Kris. Little did I know that he felt the same way. It all started on a hot, arid night when the harvest moon was shining bright.

I was out for a midnight stroll around the majestic lake near my house. I sat on a soft patch of grass surrounded by tall, lanky trees. I began to luxuriate myself by gazing up at the illuminating stars. I hear a noise from behind me. I look over my shoulder to see what it was that made the noise, but nothing was there. After a few moments staring up at the moon I get up and started to walk towards home until I hear the noise again. My curiosity got the best of me and I walked towards where I thought the noise came from. I found a path leading into some woods and decided to follow it. It led to the backyard of a beautiful house shining in the moonlight. The lights in the house were off except for one in the top right window. I came closer for a better look and then I see him. Kris walked by the window and turned of the light. I turned around to walk back to the path, but I stepped on a twig that snapped very loudly. The light in the window turns back on and Kris spots me. I run towards the path and hid behind some nearby bushes. I hear the rustling of running feet die down and I stood up to walk back home, but as soon as I turned around, Kris was there behind be.

“What are you doing here?” Kris asks. “I was stargazing,” I said breathlessly. Kris stares at me and asks with a curious tone in his voice, “If you were out star gazing then why were you in my backyard?”

“I heard a noise and I followed it here on the path,” I answered. “You heard me?” Kris blurted. “Are you telling me that you were the one that was making the noise?” I asked flabbergasted.

“Well . . .” Kris paused and looked into my eyes. I felt heat rise on my face at his gaze. My god, he’s gorgeous, I thought as he took a deep breath and dropped his gaze. “I’ve been . . . I guess you could say spying on you for the longest time. I go outside every night in hopes that you are outside staring at the moon and stars. I was surprised one time to see you swimming in the lake . . . With no clothes on. You look so beautiful in the moonlight.”

I was shocked at the words that escaped Kris’s lips. I thought it was kind of weird that Kris was semi- stalking me. I also thought it kind of creepy, that he saw me naked, so I asked, “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Very,” Kris said with a bashful smile.

“I thought you didn’t know I existed!”

“I knew you existed. Who couldn’t with your smile and blue eyes that haunt my dreams?” Kris seemed to know what he just said and blushed. He cleared his throat. “I just never really wanted to talk to you without privacy . . . And I was always too nervous. I want to ask you something.” He moved away from me and towards the path to the lake.

“Do you love me?” he asked after a long pause. I stood frozen at the question. “If you love me then follow me down the lake. If you don’t then go home,” Kris finished as he walked down the path.

I just stood there contemplating on what just happened. This can’t be happening, I thought. He thinks I’m beautiful? He was too nervous to talk to me? He loves me? He actually loves me? Oh my god . . . I pushed all thoughts aside except for one. I love him . . . And he loves me. All thoughts drained in my head as I sprinted towards Kris, my first love of my life.

By the time I reached the end of the path, I saw Kris standing at the same spot I sat to look at the stars. The ways the moon cast a silhouette on his body made me want to faint. I stepped forward to get a better look, but Kris turned around at the sound my footsteps. He smiled at the sight of me and I smiled back. He walked up to me and took my hand. “For a minute there I thought you weren’t coming,” he said with a smile.

He led me to the soft patch of grass hidden by trees, and sat down with me beside him. He leaned me back, and put his arm behind my neck. I felt his soft lips barely caress mine, and then those lush lips kissed me. His lips were warm and moist. The kisses became harder as I began to softly stroke his back and chest. His velvety tongue touched my lips to gain entry into my mouth. I opened my mouth as his hands began to feel my curves. I pressed myself against him to feel his warmth, and to wrap my leg around his waist. A soft moan escaped my lips as his moved up my jawbone and under my earlobe. I tried to take control of my thoughts and desires, but my mind was consumed by the pleasure Kris was bringing to me, and it felt so right. I had to make love Kris.

As he began to kiss his way down my neck, I ran my fingers through his hair. It was gorgeous to the touch. He smelled like spices and cologne, and tasted of bittersweet chocolate. It felt absolutely mind-blowing to feel Kris touch and kiss me.

“I think,” he said when he stopped kissing my neck, “that it would be a definitely brilliant idea to get rid of my shirt.” I giggled at this and helped him remove his shirt. What a lucky girl I was for his chest was smooth and soft, and his scent became stronger. He drew in a sharp breath under the touch of my hands on his nipples.

“Let’s make it even,” he said as he began to lift my tank top off my chest. He puts the top aside and slips his hands down my pants and removes them from my long, smooth legs. He drags his hand up my leg and rests it on my hip. His other hand pressed against the nape of my neck as he began to caress my exposed chest with kisses. His hand left my neck and landed on my back to unclasp my bra. The bra comes off and he starts to suck on my nipples. A faint “Please!” escapes my lips. At this word, Kris stopped kissing my breasts and stopped stroking my leg.

“Why the sudden rush of being monosyllabic?” Kris questioned, his voice dripping with amusement. Those words told me that I didn’t choose such a wise move. “So let us be lenient,” Kris said as he began to kiss me on the lips. This only made me want to be touched more. In the midst of another kiss, I blurted out desperately, “Help me out of my underwear.”

“With utmost pleasure,” he replied rising a little. He slipped his fingers under my panties and slid them off smoothly. “You too!” I breathed, while my hands wandered down his chest and stomach to encounter his waistband and his fly of his pants. I went a little further down, and was surprised to feel his erection was considerably hard and very big. At the touch of my hand he let out a faint “Yes!”

“Now who’s being monosyllabic?” I said while giving a gentle squeeze. He fell on his back and cupped my breasts as I slipped his pants off. When I was about to take off his boxers he gently pushed me down on my back. The sudden sensation of our skin touching was simply delicious as I pressed against Kris to feel his body against mine. As he began to kiss me again, I slid my fingers under his boxers and pulled them off. I brushed along his length with my fingertips, feeling it faintly throb of need. He lies on top of me, making me feel oddly comforting and aroused. At the same time, I feel the tip of his hot penis pressing slightly at my opening as my own arousal was building up.

Before I knew it I feel Kris enter me then withdraw and enter me completely. The wonderful feeling of fullness filled my heart with joy. “Kiss me,” I muttered and he obliged while he began to move inside me, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. The kissing became more devouring as I began to stroke his back, chest, and stomach. He found a spot inside me that makes me go crazy. I grab his shoulders and bite his neck as I feel my orgasm increase. Kris and me scream as the last thrust is made. I felt that we were flouting together up towards the moon and stars covered in sweat on that summer night, holding each other until we’re back on the grass. We remain silent for a long time while still entwined to each other by flesh.

“I want to remain like this forever with you,” I managed to choke out. “Me too,” Kris said, “it’s wonderful to feel you like this.” He stayed on top of me while we kissed sweet, languid, tired kisses, and as we stroked each other everywhere. The moon raised high in the black sky and was shining through the leaves upon us lying on the ground lazily caressing each other, limbs still entwined. I finally prop myself on my shoulders and toss my long brown hair back, and looked upon the love of my life.

“That was amazing,” I said after a long look. Kris smiled at this compliment, and reached to caress my cheek. “I was just wondering,” Kris began, “why did you make love me?”

“I love everything about you, especially your voice. Your voice brings chills up my spine. And it feels so right to make love . . .”

“But I never would have thought that you would let me love you . . . Like this,” Kris asked pressingly. “Neither did I, but it felt right . . . Plus, the heat can get to you.”

“The heat?” Kris asked confused.

“Yes . . . In the heat of the night we often chase our dreams on wings of passion.”

“I was your dream?” Kris asked skeptically.

“Of course . . . And now my dream has come true.”

Kris flashes another smile and leans forward for another kiss. “I love you,” Kris whispers. “I love you too,” I whisper back as words proclaiming our love for each other are carried off in the wind of that summer night.

That’s where my story ends. A story about chasing your dreams can sometimes be a good thing because it might come true. My dream came true because I chased it in the heat of the night.