I'm not sure what I was thinking would happen. Honestly I expected the worst. I hoped for the best, but knew to expect the worst just in case. I knew what I was doing, I knew how to approach it, I just had no idea what to expect. I especially had no fucking clue how he would react... but he always takes me by surprise.

It started on Tuesday morning. Dave and I were suppose to go on a training run around the school track. Unfortunately, I forgot to set my alarm. I was awoken by seven texts from Dave.

"Where r u?" "Mindy?" "Hey text me back soon." "Hello? Mindy text me please." "I'm starting to worry about you. I hope you're sleeping." "Come on... It's fucking cold." "Three hours later... I'm coming over."

Luckily I got up in time to send him one text back.

"Damn dude. Sorry I forgot to set my alarm. I'm fine. Give me thirty minutes to get showered then you can come over. Sorry again you waited." To be honest, I wasn't even mad. Usually I hated receiving text after text. I know he only texted desperately when he was worried. Thinking of it that way, I felt a tingle run through me from my head to my toenails. He cared. A lot. I smiled and walked to the bathroom. I needed to shower. I shed my clothes and jumped in. The water started cold and jolted me awake. Slowly, though, it got warmer and more relaxing. I washed my body as thoroughly as I possibly could... and when I say thoroughly, I mean it. After about 10 minutes in the shower, I got out and looked at myself in the mirror. Was there really much to like about me? I mean from a guys' perspective to be considered a girlfriend. I don't really have tits, I'm short, I'm too young. Maybe if there were some 15 year old who had curly hair, big blue eyes, fought crime... Shit. I'm describing Dave. I can't stop myself from thinking of him. I run into my room and grab some jean shorts and a purple and black striped shirt. I throw them on and run a brush harshly through my hair. I check the clock. Dave should be here any second. My heart starts racing and I get the tingly feeling again. It seems to happen every time I think of Dave... and it's getting more intense each time.

The doorbell rings and I jump. My heart leaps into my throat. It's Dave. I run and open the door.

"Hey Dave," I smile.

"Hey Mindy. Glad you're okay," he laughs.

"Sorry about that."

"It's okay. You needed to sleep in for once. Where's Marcus?"

"He's at work. He doesn't get this week off like we do. His break starts next week." I looked around the room. It was so empty. I kinda liked it, though. I wanted some alone time with Dave. He didn't know that yet. I had to talk to him today. I had no choice. There were some things he had to know.

"Oh gotcha. So... what do you wanna do today? We have it completely to ourselves to enjoy." He smiled. I think he liked the idea of being alone together. As much as me? Maybe.

"How about we go to the park? It's beautiful outside, and I'm kinda hungry. Can we have a picnic?" That sounded like so much fun!

"That sounds really nice. It... kinda sounds... romantic." Oh dammit. He caught it.

"Is that... is that okay? I mean if you don't want to we could just eat here..." No. No we can't eat here, damn you.

"No it's okay. It sounds really nice and relaxing. Let's go for it." Thank God. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen so we could pack. I hope he didn't notice my palms sweating a bit. When we got to the pantry, I slowly let go of his hand. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to. We started pulling out bread, chips, sweets, all that we could get. Marcus had a limited supply of food. He was going shopping today after work. Dave and I made four sandwiches, two for each of us. We put our food in a paper grocery bag. When we got to the door, I grabbed a jacket, put it on, then he grabbed my hand. I swear my knees almost gave out. We walked for a while and finally reached the park. "You have really soft hands Mindy. Do you use lotion or something?" He started rubbing his thumb on the side of my hand and I almost fucking melted.

"Nope. I don't use lotion. I guess they're just naturally soft." My voice was shaking. I never thought I'd get a compliment on how soft my skin was. Hey, I'll take it. He pulled us to a stop. "What's wrong?"

"I just wanna see something. I have a theory. If your hands are this soft..." He moved his hand to touch my face very gently. Oh my God. Keep your cool, Mindy. I closed my eyes and brought my hand to rest on top of his. I leaned my face into his hand. He let me have my moment for a few minutes before talking. "Mindy..." he breathed my name quietly so as not to disturb me. I opened my eyes slowly. His face was on the same level as mine. The most natural thing would be to kiss him, but I didn't want to spoil the moment. Plus, I had some plans for later. He brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes and placed it behind my ear. He smiled and I smiled in return. He moved his hand from my face, but I didn't let go of his hand. We continued walking hand-in-hand. "My theory was correct, by the way. Your face is smoother than your hands." He chuckled.

We picked a nice spot beneath a tree. It was perfect. We sat down still holding hands and set the bag down. I let go of his hand and fished out our sandwiches.

"Two ham and cheese, light on the mayo," I gave him his sandwiches.

"Thank you, ma'am," he teased. I laughed. I pulled out my two turkey and cheese along with the chips. He got out the sweets. I set the chips between us so we could share. We ate our sandwiches quickly. They weren't big, hence why we packed two each. When we were done with our sandwiches, he grabbed a chip. "Want one?" He asked.

"Sure." I went to grab the chip from his had, but he stuck it in front of my face.

"Open up." He smiled. I gave him an 'are-you-serious-how-cliche' look, but he didn't move. He just nudged the chip closer to me. I sighed and opened my mouth. He stuck the chip in slowly. I crunched and we laughed.

"God, that was cliché..." I chuckled again. "...but it was still really sweet. Thank you. I've never had anyone do that." I smiled. He smiled back.

"I know, I know. You're welcome." He laid back and rested against the tree. Right before he laid down, however, he locked me in his arms and pulled me down with him so that my head was resting on his chest. I know this sounds like a dumb romantic story, but it honestly happened. Also, it made me feel... alive. Plus, it's much easier to be myself with Dave than it would be with anyone else. We've been through some crazy ass shit together. He knows me, inside and out... well, mostly. Maybe he could learn more about the inside me. Ha... Inside me.

When we were both settled, him holding me, my head against his chest, he sighed happily. If this had happened three years ago while him and Katie were still a couple, it would have been completely different. Katie broke up with him two years ago. She said she was tired of his super hero shit. She went on to say how when he looked at me, she got all jealous, blah, blah, blah. I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying. I was there, but I didn't give a shit about her lame ass excuses. I only went to help Dave out. He knew what was going to happen, so he asked me to go as moral support. After Katie pretty much shit on his heart and left, he turned to me for comfort. I remember he spent the night with me three nights in a row. We stayed up and just talked about the most random stuff, avoiding anything that had to do with Her. That's how we now referred to Katie. She honestly didn't deserve to be called anything of significance. She hurt Dave. She wounded him to what he thought was beyond repair. That is until we spent those three nights together. He would cry, then apologize for it. I would just hug him and say everything would be alright. That he deserves better than her. That I would always be here for him not matter what happened. I swore to him and I plan to keep that promise for as long as we both live.

"This is really nice. Great idea to do this, Min," he was stroking my hair softly making me shiver. "You cold?" Great. He felt it. I suppressed a sigh.

"Nope. I'm okay. I'm glad you like it. I thought we needed a day off to just hang out together. So far, it's been..." well to be truthful, it's been everything I'd ever imagined. I looked up at him. "it's been pretty fucking perfect." I smiled and he smiled back. "When we get back to my house, I need to tell you something. It's pretty important." I was nervous, but I don't really know why. It was Dave.

"Okay. Is everything alright?" He seemed genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, yeah everything's great." I smiled reassuringly. "I just..." how did I tell him why I wanted to talk?

"What is it, Mindy?" He was rubbing my arm leaving goose bumps.

"Well... I just want to tell you some things... nothing bad, I promise. I'm just... nervous. We'll talk at home though. It's more private."

"Okay. Are you ready to go home, then? We can just hang out there."

"Sure," I agreed. He smiled and helped me up. I turned around to grab his hand and pull him to his feet. We grabbed our trash and threw it away. He grabbed my hand again and we walked home, making jokes the whole way. After I unlocked the door, we went straight to my room and closed the door. I went and sat on the bed. I gestured for him to sit with me. He came over and sat beside me, leaning against my pillows. I giggled as one of them squeaked. He started laughing with me. It helped loosen the tension. I sighed. He patted the bed beside him to get me to come sit next to him. I crawled over to sit beside him.

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asked when I was comfortable. I turned to face him.

"Promise me something first," I suggested.

"Anything."

"Promise me that when I tell you this, nothing will change between us... please?" I pleaded.

"I swear to you, Mindy. No matter what you tell me, nothing will change between us." He hugged me. After he released me, I took a deep breath and began.

"Okay. I noticed that anytime I think of you... I get this... weird tingly sensation all over my body. My heart beats really fast, I feel like it's literally going to burst from my chest. It's crazy. What I think that means, though, is... I..." I sighed and just spit it out. "Dave, I'm in love with you. I love you and I know there may be an age gap, but it doesn't mater to me. What matters is how I feel when I'm around you. I feel so... alive. So happy. Like I could literally do anything in the world. Today, when you touched my face... I felt like I was on top of the fucking world. It was amazing. Then when I was laying on your chest, I was remembering what happened with Katie. After all the shit she put you through, when you stayed over here three nights in a row and we just talked and hugged... just so much stuff went through my head today. The main thing being how you might react when I told you all of this. I know I may be young, but... I don't know. All I know is I love you." I couldn't look at him yet. I had to let it sink in for a few minutes. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Awesome. Just what I needed. I closed my eyes as more tears made themselves present. I felt something touch my cheek. When I opened my eyes, I saw him only inches away from my face. He leaned over again and kissed my cheek where one tear was still perched. I wasn't sure what to do, so I let him decide. He grabbed me in a huge hug. I cried on his shoulder feeling like a damn baby. I tried so hard to stop crying and succeeded. He pulled me back and looked at me with those eyes. No words were spoken. I closed my eyes again just for a second. When I opened them again, I saw him leaning in. This was it. This is what I had been dreaming of.

When our lips touched, the spark was so intense, everything around us seemed to go black. I was seated on his lap facing him, pulling him closer to me every second. One hand was gripping his shirt, while the other was knotted in his hair. One of his hands was wrapped tightly around my waist, the other was tangled in my hair. He was kissing me so fervently. I felt like I was about to combust. He laid us down and began kissing my neck, my shoulders, anything he could reach. I decided to shed my shirt. He helped pull it off and throw it on the floor. I helped him take his off, as well. Damn. He had some abs forming. He kissed me again before pulling away.

"Mindy... are you sure this is okay? You're not scared?" He was rubbing my arms.

"To be honest... I'm scared shitless, Dave... but I've never been more sure in my life. I love you and I want to show you how much. Plus, I know you'd never hurt me," I told him honestly. I smiled to show him I meant it. He smiled back and touched my face gently. He kissed my cheek, neck, shoulders, he was kissing all the way down to the waistline of my shorts. I was breathing pretty heavily by the time he was back kissing my mouth. I moved my hands to unbutton my shorts. He helped me get them off then he rid himself of his pants. He was in his boxers, I was left in my bra and panties. God I hated that word. When I felt his hands reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, I started to get nervous. What if I wasn't good enough? Oh, fuck it. I threw my bra on the floor and he looked at me. I blushed.

"Mindy... you're beautiful. Don't be scared," he chuckled. "when you blush, it's not only on your face. It goes all the way." I laughed with him. I never thought of myself as beautiful, but for some reason, I believed him. "Hold on..." he reached down to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. He retrieved a certain package. "I want to keep you safe." He smiled and fumbled around for a few seconds before looking back at me. He held his boxers up and dropped them on the floor. Only one article of clothing separated us.

"Can you...?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He moved his hand down my leg to grab hold of my panties and slid them off easily. I sighed happily. "Don't be scared. I won't let anything happen to you, Mindy."

"I know. I know it's going to hurt at first... I'm prepared." I laughed a shaky laugh. He stroked my hair and nodded. I felt a pressure, then a sharp pain. I squeezed my eyes closed and held on to Dave.

"I'm sorry, Mindy. I'm so sorry. I love you so much." He pushed farther, not pausing to let the pain set in and I was thankful for that. The sooner the better. I knew the pain wouldn't last. He kept a steady rhythm and within a few thrusts, the pain had completely vanished. Something amazing took its place. Something that was so amazing, I couldn't contain the moans that were threatening to escape. I let them out, not giving two shits anymore. I was with Dave, and we loved each other. That's all that mattered. I could feel the bed moving beneath us... and I liked it. I liked the feeling of the sheets under us. Savored the feeling of his nude body on mine. Loved the fact that we were gasping in unison. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. We finally experienced the best feeling anyone could ever have... and we experienced it together. It was beautiful. He started kissing me and then fell back against the sheets beside me. We were breathing so heavily. I turned to my side to face him.

"I love you, Dave." I kissed him again.

"I love you, too, Mindy. I'll always love you." He smiled and kissed me back. He slept over that night. We had gotten dressed and joined Marcus for dinner. After he had gone to bed, we went back to my room and watched a movie. I decided to wear just a giant shirt to sleep in. Dave settled for his boxers. It was fine with me, that's for sure. When it was time for us to go to bed, he suggested we try spooning. I laughed at that name, but when we laid in the spooning position, I could not have wished for anything better. We were so close to each other. We stayed that way all night. He held me and I could not have been happier.