Beyond the meet by Sarah Anderson Page B

He caressed her cheek softly, and his words seemed genuine.
    Risa smiled at his sweet words. She did want him. She wanted his arms around her, his lips against hers, his fingertips exploring her body.
    From the trees, Steve watched as Risa leaned up to kiss Tom. When Tom's hands curved along her waist, he could not restrain himself.
    “Stop it!” He hollered as he burst out of the trees. He was shoving Tom before he and Risa had even broken their kiss.
    Steve grabbed Risa with his burly arms and held her tightly against him. “She does not belong to you.” He growled as Tom got his footing back. He had nearly been knocked over by the force of Steve's shove.
    Tom narrowed his eyes sharply. “She does not belong to anyone.” He said firmly. “I think you need to go home.”
    Steve released Risa and balled his hands into fists, ready to pulverize Tom for his words. Before he could, Tom had struck him right across the mouth, sending him backwards on to the ground.
    “Go home.” He repeated in an authoritative tone.
    When Steve began to stand up, Tom raised his hands threateningly. Steve backed away as his jaw felt like it was broken.
    “Fine.” He spit some blood on the ground beside him. As he stalked off into the night, Tom turned back to Risa.
    “Are you okay?” He asked tenderly.
    “I am now.” Risa replied as she laid her hand against Tom's chest and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Tom smiled through the kiss and this time when he opened the flap of the tent Risa did not resist. She knew that Tom had her needs at heart, and she was eager to discover how he would meet them. They spent the entire night enjoying each others bodies, from lips to toes. Hours slipped by as they gazed into each others eyes, and sensed the connection that was deep within them. It was beyond age, it was beyond reality, it was something only they would ever share.