We stumbled into the house, still in each other’s arms, still trying to eat each other’s face. The hunger inside overwhelmed me, and I had to have her. Expeditiously. I didn’t care to look around and see what her house looked like. The only thing I wanted to see was her naked body. We shed our coats, and I finally got to see what she had on. It was a tastefully sexy outfit that hugged her in all the right places, and I appreciated it oh so much. She tried to pull away from me, but I pulled her back. I waited a long time for this, and I wasn’t ready to let her go yet.
“Luca, wait,” she said. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Right. A bed would be more comfortable. I followed her upstairs, practically running behind her, eager to get this party started. She didn’t have much furniture, and the walls were a nauseating shade of pink. Curtains would have been nice, especially given what we were about to do. But did I let that deter me? Absolutely not. If anyone watched us…well…I hope they enjoyed the show.
She sat on the bed, slowly leaning back, smiling and beckoning for me to come closer. I didn’t need to be asked twice. She pulled me on top of her as I crawled onto the bed. Our kisses were even hungrier than before, and I knew the moment would happen soon. I wanted to do it so badly, but my thoughts began to hem me up again. What if I’m not good at it? Should I tell her this is my first time? Dad said to be honest, but did she really need to know? Whether or not telling her was a good idea, me being anxious about it was not, so I pulled away.
“Wait,” I said. “Ummm… I gotta tell you something.”
I saw a flash of panic run across her face. Great. Now I’ve alarmed my date.
“Don’t tell me you have a WTD,” she said in a threatening tone.
“What? No. I definitely do not have that.”
“Oh, thank Watcher. Well, what is it then?”
“Uhhhhh…”
Why was it so hard? It was nothing to be ashamed of, but somehow I felt like I was about to ruin our night.
“I, ummm, I feel like you should know…I’ve never done this before.”
If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man.
“Please tell me you’re kidding,” she said.
“I’m not.”
She fell backward and growled like a teenager having a fit. It felt like the perfect time to say “I’m sorry,” but what exactly would I be apologizing for? Being responsible enough to not drag her and others into my mess? Being respectful and not collecting women like Void Critter cards? It took a lot for me to get to that moment. She should feel special I chose to do this with her.
“Do you at least have-“
“Yes,” I said. “I have protection.”
Thank you, Dad, for that timely gift because it definitely saved the night. She got over whatever offended her, and we spun out of our clothes. Her body was every bit as perfect as I imagined, dangerously curvy, and way too pleasing for my eyes. I wasn’t sure how much more teasing I could take before I exploded.
My breaths increased the closer she got to me. I thought she was going to tease me with more passionate kissing, but she pushed me with enough force to make me fall backward onto the bed.
“I’m on top.”
What was that supposed to mean? Did she just like being on top, or should I be offended? My thoughts began to spiral again. First she laughed at my advance on the ride, and now she’s mad about me being a virgin. Did that disqualify me from making sure we had a good time? My mind could have gone on and on down that rabbit hole, but she lowered herself onto me and short-circuited my brain with the first thrust.
