"Shit!" Sara pulled her singed hand back quickly and slammed the oven door shut. She hadn't done much cooking lately. With only herself to consider, she tended to rely mostly on microwave meals and takeout. Tonight, however, she was cooking for her date.
She smiled as she thought of him. She and Greg had been dating for seven weeks now, and this would be her first attempt at cooking for him. After all the nice restaurants he'd taken her to, she wanted this meal to be special, so she'd cooked what she did best - lasagna. She only hoped he liked it. Of, course, she thought with a smile, food was not likely to be the main thing on his mind tonight. They'd gone from chaste goodnight kisses to torrid makeout sessions, the last three of which had left them both panting and frustrated. She'd stopped him every time, but tonight she intended to let things go as far as he wanted them to - and she knew he wasn't going to want to stop short of full intimacy.
He was definitely a virgin. She'd suspected as much from the beginning, and he'd actually told her so about a month into the relationship. Things had progressed slowly from a physical standpoint, but progress they had. Tonight they would become lovers. She felt nervous and excited and unbearably turned on at the thought of it. She was determined to make his first time special, a sweet, magical introduction to physical love he'd remember forever. Her own first time had been far from lovely, another painfully sharp stone on the hard, rocky road of her life. She'd made a mistake, given something meaningful to a man who cared nothing for her, and although she couldn't take it back she could make sure Greg's first time was with someone who cared about him.
A soft knock at the door shook her from her thoughts. She opened the door and smiled nervously as he slipped in and closed the door. "Whatever's cooking smells great," he said with a glance toward the kitchen.
"Lasagna. I fix it a lot - well, not a lot because I don't cook a lot, but when I do I like to make lasagna."
"I like lasagna a lot." He looked at the floor, then back up at her. "You look great, by the way."
"Oh, um, thanks. So do you." And he did, dressed in his dark jeans and a black dress shirt.
He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. "You smell wonderful, too." He dropped a slow, soft kiss on her lips. "I missed you."
She chuckled. "Yeah, you haven't seen me in, what, twelve hours?"
"Twelve hours is a long time, Sara." He released her slowly and sauntered over to the counter. "So what can I help you do?"
"You can light the candles and turn off the lights. The lasagna and bread will be out in... hmmm... seven minutes."
After eating they left the candles burning and moved to the sofa. Ten minutes later they were both panting and disheveled. She pulled away from him. "Greg," she whispered softy.
"You want me to stop."
"No. No, but if you don't mind I'd like to move this to the bedroom. If that's okay with you..."
His eyes widened. "Uh, yeah. Okay. That'd be, that'd be great..."