Author's note: I changed the rating on this story to mature, because it will have sexual scenes that I consider fit for an adult audience. I'm posting it here, in case not everyone saw the rating change.
"Sorry it's a little messy." I said, kicking my mom's shoes out of the way.
"Are you kidding? Your house is so nice." She said, looking up at our chandelier.
"It's nothing compared to your house." I said, kicking my shoes off next to the door.
"My house just feels so.. Not lived in. It's like a picture from a catalog." She responded, kicking her shoes off next to mine.
I guess I agreed with her on that, her house didn't look very comfortable. All white carpet, all white walls, fancy granite fixtures. It all seemed really superficial, but empty. I get why she wouldn't really care for the place, especially since no one else seemed to be there with her most of the time. The thought of being alone in a place like that made me cringe. Maybe that's why she was always hosting parties, or at least part of the reason. She seemed so fascinated with my house. She was running her hands up the mahogany wood railing that lead upstairs.
"Stan, your house is really nice. I don't remember it being this nice when we were kids." She said, looking in the kitchen.
"Yeah, my dad got a fancy new job as manager a few years back and told my mom to do whatever she wanted with the place." I explained, walking over to the stairs.
"Your mom has really good taste." Wendy said, her eyes glossy as she looked out into my living room, "Where's your room?"
"Oh, it's upstairs, but it's not nearly as nice as it is down here." I stated, nervously.
"That's okay, I.. I just want to get cozy." She said with a blush.
"Uh.. O-oh, okay." I stammered.
I got so much more flustered after she said that, almost panicked. I actually started to feel dizzy as we walked up the stairs. We got to my door and I pulled out my key to unlock it.
"You keep your door locked?" She asked, curiously.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I have a thing about security." I explained, realizing it probably seemed kind of odd.
She nodded and we stepped inside. I locked the door behind us. My room wasn't super big, and it was kind of dark. I had a 32" flat-screen and a few different consoles, as well as a laptop over on my dresser. It looked well lived in, and cozy. I had half a dozen blankets and pillows on my bed, so it always looked fluffy and ready to sleep in. My walls held posters of obscure bands I enjoyed, that no one else really knew about. My blankets were mostly blue and gray, just general "guy sheets". I had wood flooring, but I had a gray carpet with a black and dark-gray modern design on it. Some clothes littered my room, and my bed wasn't made, but I was okay with that.
"Wow Stan, your room looks so soft." She said, taking a seat on my bed and looking up at me with big eyes, "So what are we watching?"
Again, Mr. Plans Ahead didn't really consider that. I had so many movies, and I'd seen them all, so I wouldn't be able to decide.
"They're all on that bookshelf if you want to pick one." I said, sitting down next to her.
"Hm." She hummed, looking them over.
I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked when she furrowed her brows and concentrated. It was strange to me that for the first time I was so accustomed to her perfume that I couldn't actively smell it anymore. I hadn't been this close to her for an extended period of time in years. She was wearing a lilac sweater with white lace under it, and a pair of jeans that hugged her body like I wished I could. She always had a knack for fashion.. Or maybe it's just that everything looked great on her. Either way, she always looked amazing.
"This one looks nice." She said, pulling it off the shelf.
It was one of the two romance movies I owned. Was she trying to set a mood? As nice as that sounded, I was mentally unprepared if that's what her plan was.
"Oh, Tides Keep, that's one of few romance movies I like." I said, opening the box and putting it in my console.
I slid my hoodie up over my head and climbed further onto my bed, grabbing one of my blankets and finding a comfortable place. I had distanced myself from her slightly, so I didn't look too forward. That way if she wanted to get close, she wouldn't feel pressured. To my surprise, she slid my jacket off and sat right next to me, nearly touching me.
"So um. Have you seen this one before?" I asked, nervously fiddling with my blanket.
"No, I haven't." She said, leaning her head on my shoulder.
Now I knew what she was going for, and that this was definitely a romantic relationship. I had no idea how to actually act in a romantic relationship, and I felt like I wanted to puke. It was a mixture of excitement and fright. I wanted to get close to her, but my body's natural response was to start shaking and accelerate my breathing. I felt like a child, like I had no idea what to do next. I hadn't been this close to her in years, and she seems so unfazed by it.
"Stan, are you okay? You're shaking.." She asked, lifting her head from my shoulder and looking at me.
"I-I'm sorry. I just.. Have never been this close to a girl before." I bit my lip, coyly.
She looked surprised, "You haven't..?"
I was really reluctant to talk to my new kind-of girlfriend about my inexperience. I wanted to reassure her that I wanted to be close to her, and I didn't want my inexperience to discourage her. At the same time, I was so nervous I could barely find the words to explain that. The closest I had ever been to a girl was when she and I kissed a few times back in third grade. It was so long ago, it feels like another lifetime, really.
"Well, no. The last girlfriend I had was you.." I said, sliding my hands down my face, slowly.
"Oh!" She said, scooting back from me in surprise.
"But, but it's not that I don't like it. I love being close to you." I said, reassuring her.
She wrapped her arms around me in a hug, "I just didn't know that about you."
I basically had just divulged the fact that I'm a virgin to her, but in more words.. And she hugged me. I was confused by her response, and I wanted to know what she was thinking.
"I hope that doesn't bother you." I said, putting an arm around her waist, shyly.
"Oh, not at all.. It's actually really sweet." She said, he face nearing mine, "I think you're the only guy in town that isn't all about sex."
I looked down at the blanket and blushed, "I didn't think that was a good thing."
"It's really sweet." She reassured me, leaning her head on mine, "So.. You've only ever kissed me..?"
I nodded.
My mind was racing at this point, and neither of us were watching the movie. My brain was telling me this was going places too quickly, but every other inch of my soul was begging for it. My heart, soul and body were wanting to be closer to her. It's like they were all conspiring against my brain and taking over. Before I knew it, she had her hand under my chin, and her lips were pressed against mine.
It was like a silent prayer. I could hear every lonely night I spent crying over her in the distance. The sickening silence the night used to bring was crawling on my spine, and it was like I was falling. Like rainwater, sliding down a leaf in the garden. Something in me was finally at peace, as I put my hand behind her head and deepened our kiss. It was like my body met with hers, and all my questions were somehow answered.
I broke the kiss, and we looked into each other's eyes, and then I realized a tear had made it's way down my cheek.
Instead of mentioning it, she wiped it away, and pulled my face back toward hers. Our lips met again, but this time, it was like fire. Like a flame in an open field beneath a dusk sky. Her lips were soft, and I could taste her lip gloss on my tongue, and although the movie played on, all I could hear was the sound of our lips meeting. My soul begged to find hers.
The kiss ended again, and I pressed my forehead to hers, keeping my eyes closed.
"Stan.." She whispered to me, "I-I.."
I pressed my lips to hers again, pushing her back onto my bed, gently. For the first time, I felt so small in her arms. Like kids, kissing for the first time, out in the snow. My lips trembled as I kissed her, thinking about warming her hands on a cold winter day. I exhaled a slight, almost silent moan into her mouth, as I remembered sitting in her driveway with her, looking at rocks. My hand slid up her waist as I bit her lip gently and pulled it, thinking about seeing her in the hallway at school and longing for her silently. I ended the kiss yet again, and rested my cheek on hers, hugging her tightly.
She was silent for a second as I rested atop her, like a shield.
She exhaled a quiet sob, and said to me, "I've never been kissed that way before in my life."
I tightened my hold on her, and felt her press her lips to my neck. A shiver came over me, and my jaw trembled.
"Wendy.. I don't want this to go too fast." I whispered, kissing her cheek gently.
She was quiet for a moment, then she kissed my neck again, and I gasped, biting my lip.
"Wendy.." I said, almost as a plea, "I- I.."
She kissed my neck again, biting me gently. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my groin against her in response, my body losing control in the ecstasy. I could barely keep my eyes from rolling back, and my chest was aching. My thrust into her earned a surprised moan from her, and I could feel myself shaking at her response. My eyes were tearing up at the sensation of my solid length against her thigh, and I felt weak. My mind wanted so badly to stop and watch the movie, but everything else inside me was screaming for her.
"You're shaking.." She sad in a whisper, as she wrapped her arms around me, kissing up my jawline.
"I.." I said softly, "I-.. I can't think.."
She lifted her leg slightly, putting more pressure on my groin, and I let out a soft moan. What was she doing to me..? It's like in a second, I threw away my inhibitions. My morals. My everything was just laying here, pressing against her. Feeling her energy beneath me. I wanted so badly to know her soul. All I could think about was the charm bracelet that I could hear dangling next to my ear.
"W-Wendy..?" I whispered as she pulled her lips away from my neck.
"Yes?" She asked, her breathing heavy.
"I- I.." I stuttered, shakily, "I put that sea horse pendant in your locker.. In sixth grade."
She pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes.
"You..?" She asked, her eyes wide, and tears filling them, "I love that charm."
She grabbed her bracelet with her other hand and her lips shook.
".. I have loved you forever." I said, looking her in the eyes.
The intensity of our gaze was enough to light a chapel aflame. Like our sanctuaries had been burnt to the ground, and suddenly we were naked and vulnerable. She let out a sob and wrapped her arms around my shoulders in a tight hug. The sexual tension had subsided, and I heard thunder roll over my house, and rain began tapping at my window. It's like God had reluctantly given us his his imprimatur, and blessed us with this moment.
She pulled back from me, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Stan.. You're the sweetest person I've ever known in my life." She said, looking me in the eyes.
This is the first moment I've ever shared with someone that was entirely raw in emotion. It was like meeting her for the first time. I had successfully instilled intimate feelings in her, instead of just sexual urges. I feel like somewhere along the way, she lost the intimacy. Like it was.. Stolen from her. Now every time a man touched her, she only felt the sexual desire, and none of the affection. I wanted to show her what being loved felt like, in all manners of the word. In all aspects of love.. But right now, I just wanted to hold her. So I did.
I rolled over and offered my arms to her. She lay her head on my chest and I restarted the movie. She felt so.. Warm. And calm.
"I could stay here like this forever." She whispered, as I held her close.
I kissed her on the head.
I knew this had to last forever.
