Apocalypsis 02 - Warpaint

arrive a split second before it grabbed me and sent me into oblivion. First there was a tensing and then a pulsing between my legs that went on and on and on, as if my very essence were leaving my body while I gasped for breath, pushing against Bodo so I could feel every bit of it and make it never stop.
    His body tensed over mine and he shouted out something in German before going still for a second and then collapsing on top of me. There was a wetness in my hands and between my legs now. We both came down from our frenzied ecstasy and stopped moving at the same time, our hands trapped between us as we gasped for air. I could feel his stomach going in and out and his breath on my neck. I was dizzy and a little lost.
    “Oh, Bryn. Dat was somesing. I can’t say da words in English, I’m sorry.” He sounded tired and out of breath. He dropped his head so it rested on the side of my face.
    I was embarrassed a little about what we’d done, but I didn’t want him to think I regretted it. “It’s okay.” I pulled my hand out from between us, resting it lightly on his ribs.
    He’d fallen a little over onto his side and was now tipping his head, looking down at our bodies, still mostly naked and touching.
    I looked too and saw that we were covered in pieces of leaves and dirt. “Wow. I’m dirty,” I said, wondering how much of the swamp had ended up in my butt crack. It was not a comfortable thought.
    “Maybe we can go take a shower togedder,” he said softly, reaching down to nuzzle my neck again.
    I tried to roll away, but Bodo held me fast. “Where do you think you are going, little girl?”
    “To get dressed?”
    “Not until you kiss me again.” He licked and sucked my neck, moving his lips slowly up to my cheek, his light breath giving me chills everywhere. By the time he was at my mouth, I was yearning to feel his tongue there again and his hands on me too. I moaned.
    He kissed me slowly at first and then more passionately. I found myself being swept away again. I couldn’t believe how turned-on Bodo made me feel, even with something so simple as a kiss.
    He pulled away all of a sudden, a look of frustration in his eyes. He ran his fingers through is hair, making it stand on end.
    “What?” I asked, searching his face, wondering if I’d done something wrong.
    “You! You are too beautiful. I can’t stop touching you. If you want me to stop, you haff to chust slap me on da face. Go aheadt. Do it now.” He put his hand down on the other side of me, propping himself up and sticking his chin out with his eyes closed. “Do it. Slap me.”
    “You idiot,” I said, a smile in my voice, reaching down to take him in my hand again and begin stroking. “I don’t want to slap you; I want to …”
    My words were cut off by his mouth, devouring me again. We started the whole game over again and spent the next hour, as the sun went down, rolling around on the ground and finding out exactly what kind of trouble two teenagers can get into without any adults or rules around to stop them. Somehow we managed to keep our wits about us enough to avoid doing the one thing that I knew for sure I’d regret, but a piece of me wished we didn’t have to.
    ***
    An hour later we found our way to the shower and cleaned off, me spending the majority of the time fending Bodo off, worried someone was going to come along and find us there together. I didn’t try too hard but he didn’t press me either. It was weird how comfortable I was feeling with him, all things considered.
    “What happened to that sore arm of yours, anyway? Earlier you acted like you needed a sling or something.”
    “I was faking a little maybe. It was pretty tricky, yah? You gave me a nice helping.” He smiled devilishly at me and I threw a dirty sock into his face.
    We were getting dressed in our dirty clothes when Bodo broached the subject of us.
    “You let me touch you today,” he said simply, looking at me.
    My face burned red. “Yeah. I did.” I averted my eyes, pretending like I had to fix the zipper on my shorts.
    “Dat means you like me. A lot.”
    “Yeah, it does.” Captain obvious.
    “So dat means I’m Mr. Bryn.”
    “Whatever you say.”
    “Oh. Whatever I say? You want me to be da boss? Because dat’s not a problem at all. I like to be da boss of you.”
    “No,” I said, putting on and zipping up my shorts, “you are not the boss of me. I’m the boss of me and you.”
    He frowned. “Dat’s not fair. I want to be da