I couldn't believe it. I was sitting in the house all day and bored as hell. Thinking about what life would be like with more action. I even thought of what my first time would-
KNOCK-KNOCK.
Speak of the devil. He just happened to be standing at the door for approximately 2 seconds. Maybe longer.
"Hello?" he yelled.
"Who is it?" I yelled back.
"You know who it is." I had no clue.
"I'm coming!" (No pun intended.)
So off I ran to the door, only to find no one standing there behind it, soon to realize I was at the back door to the fire escape/back porch.
"Shit," I whispered in frustration as I slammed the door and locked it.
I run to and open the front door. There he is, atanding before me holding a paper bag in his right hand. I wondered what was in it.
"Hey." He had this look on his face where he arched his eyebrow and slightly grinned. He looked really, really cute with that expression, aspecially behind glasses. "I have a present for you."
"What is it?" I said. I was really curious yet eager to find out what was in the bag.
"Well," he said, "remember when I told you that you will experience the best thing that'll ever happen to a person?"
"What do you mean?" I was obviously confused.
"You know what I mean." He opened the bag, reached in and pulled out a box of condoms.
"Are you serious?" I whispered in angst and surprise.
"Yeah," he said. "I never told you this, but I want to be your first."
"Are you serious?" I began to tear up.
"I really care about you, and I always have. You're beautiful and I... I really want to make this experience wonderful for you. And that bastard could never give you what you need any more than I could."
There is an eerie silence that falls between us, and I stare at him in awe, tears lightly streaming down my face. But the funniest thing happened afterwards: He gently shoved me against the wall... and kissed me.
While he kisses me, I begin to feel light-headed. He then pulled his lips off of mine, traveling down my cheeks to my neck, with his left hand holding my head up. I closed my eyes. My head was blank. I couldn't think of anyone or anything. He then stops kissing my neck and began to stare into my eyes with a passionate look. At that moment, I creamed my pants.
"Why'd you stop?" I asked.
"Because I don't want to do this here," he said.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Where can we go?"
I didn't want to go to a hotel or motel. And I couldn't possibly lose my virginity with my mother sleeping in her room next door to mine. But it was time to take a risk. And besides, he was the guy I wanted to lose it to, and this was a great opportunity to do it.
"No. I wanna take you to my house, my room," he said. Although the thought was sensational, I felt the most memorable place would be my room. All it took to convince him was a whisper in his ear.
As we walked into my room, the air conditioner made this humming sound as it ran; the fan also made a weird rattling noise when the A.C. automatically cut off. It was a cool, non-humid day. The sky was a rich blue, at 10:15 am. No lights in my room were on, not even the TV.
He wore a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black slacks; typical work attire for him. All I was wearing was one of those super long wifebeaters with shorts.
He placed the box of condoms onto the nightstand next to my bed, and as he looked into my eyes with immense passion, he reached under my shirt, where no bra protected my breasts, and gently caressed one of them in his palm. His hand felt so warm against my skin, considering how cool it was in the room.
I couldn't believe it: I was literally permitting someone of the opposite sex to feel me up for the first time ever. And I felt so comfortable with him, being alone with him. I felt secure.
I began to run my hands up and down his back and found my fingers running through his hair. I then reached down and began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, letting it fall gently to the floor.
I was half naked, my breasts bare. One by one each layer of clothing came off of our bodies, and before you know, he was wearing less clothing than I was.
He was beautiful. And I thought the "bastard" looked better naked, although I had never seen it for myself. He began to unbutton my shorts while I began to kiss and caress his neck. He felt like silk, and I began to melt when his hand reached down my shorts, in the place where no man has gone before. But it would be a place he was definitely going.
I soon heard my mother in the other room opening her door. I soon began to panic, until my mother walked past my room and towards the bathroom, which was directly next door to my room before the dining room.
"It's all right," he said. "She won't come in here to bother us."
"But you don't know my mother," I said with terror in my voice.
"How long has she been sleeping?"
"All day."
"Now, do you really think she's worried about you when she's half asleep?"
"You're right." And he was, because when she left the bathroom, she again walked past my door and back to her room.
Moving on. Next thing I know, he's kissing me deeply and passionately, cradling my face with his hands. It sent chills down my spine, and I returned the favor, my right hand caressing the nap of his neck.
Suddenly, things began to go blurry.