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*this is the first time I've ever really written anything so reviews would be awesome*
As my time in Colby was drawing to a close, I knew I had to do something big to mark the occasion. However what that was going to be, I had no idea.
I had been spending all my free time with Norman in his apartment. Amongst the mobiles and mannequins, I felt happy and content. Its a cliche but when we hung out, it was as if we were the only two people in the world.
Norman was my first love.
Norman was my first everything.
A few nights before I left, we were in his room hanging out as usual when I felt the mood shift. I don't know if it was the way he looked at me, or the way I felt but when I leaned in to kiss him, I knew that change was on the horizon.
His hands were stroking my face and my hair as he softly kissed me. He pulled back and studied my face like somebody trying desperately to memorise all the brushstrokes on a work of art. His eyes looked brighter with the flickering of the candle light bringing out the golden flecks of the normally dark pools.
"Colie... I" he paused, as if he couldn't find the words. He pulled me close, took a shaky breath and whispered into my hair "Colie, I love you".
My heart nearly pounded out of my chest as he said the words I've been longing to hear and reciprocate.
"Norman, I love you too"
He planted kisses softly on my lips then my cheek then my neck. I sighed softly as his kisses sent sparks down my nerves and made my toes curl with pleasure. I grabbed his hair and brought his lips back to mine and kissed him with a passion I had never felt for anybody else.
I knew he had more experience than I did being 18, but I could feel that he was holding himself back, unsure as to how far I was ready to take it. I had to rectify that.
I tentatively stroked his tongue with my own causing him to moan into my mouth. His hands were still on my face and hair and despite the kiss growing steadily more passionate, he wasn't attempting to take things further.
I slowly slid my hands down his chest to the waistband of his army shorts, I felt his breath hitch. I put my hands under his tshirt and repeated the path back up and down his taut stomach and chest. His skin was smooth with a smattering of soft hair that grew coarser the further down I ventured. His breathing was becoming more ragged and our kissing was growing more and more passionate. Feeling braver, I hooked a finger in the waistband of his shorts and gently stroked.
He jumped and quickly grabbed my wrist. He looked at me earnestly "Colie, you don't have to do this, I'm more than happy just kissing you."
"I know you are" I said "but I'm not"
He closed his eyes and I kissed his neck softly, I could hear him trying to control his breathing. I brought my hands to the hem of his shirt and eased it off over his head. His skin was lightly tanned and even though he was skinny, he looked strong. His muscles weren't those of some gym buff, but of a painter and a grafter. I'd never seen somebody who looked so beautiful to me as he did in that moment.
I gently pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I had never been this way with a guy before, but I didn't feel scared or like I was giving it away to easily. With Norman it just felt right.
I kissed him again, softly at first and roamed my hands back down his stomach. This time he didn't stop me.