First time (PT I)
1st January 1987
Henry's pace had slowed down. With just a couple of hundred meters left to walk, it seemed like he was stalling somehow.
I didn't go unnoticed by Elizabeth, of course. When they first left the hall, Henry couldn't wait to get her out of there and now she wasn't sure what was going on with him but he definitely was in no rush to get home anymore.
"Henry, you can put me down." She was already easing off his back but he wouldn't let her.
"I can put my shoes on, you know. It's just a little bit farther."
"Baby, it's okay. Really."
Elizabeth sighed into the cold air.
"If you're tired, just say so. I really don't mind."
He had ignored her and just kept on walking, carrying her on his back. He'd do everything so she wasn't in pain. There was no way she was going to put those shoes back on.
As soon as they had entered Henry's building, he'd put her down. He grabbed her hand and together they walked up the stairs to Henry's apartment. When he put the key in the lock, Elizabeth kissed his temple. He looked over at her and gave her a smile. The door opened and he let Elizabeth get in first.
She let her shoes drop to the floor as Henry turned on the lights and eyed his girlfriend from behind.
"Thanks for piggyback riding me here," she said. "But you didn't have to do that, you know."
"I know," he smiled. "But I wanted to."
She stepped closer to Henry and placed a soft kiss to his lips before crawling into his arms to hug him.
"Shall we go to bed?" she asked expectantly.
Henry nodded.
"Come on," she took his hands and led him to his bedroom.
Henry quickly switched the light off in his living area and followed suit.
Once in the bedroom, Elizabeth removed the dozens of pins that were hidden in her undo. She put them on Henry's dresser.
"This feels so good," she said as she brushed out her hair with her hands.
Henry just watched her. She smiled at him in the dark, the light from the moon outside illuminating her perfectly.
She stepped closer to Henry and turned her back to him.
"Could you do my zip for me?" she asked him looking sideways holding her hair up.
Henry's hands were trembling. He tried to steady himself but she could sense his nervousness anyway. He slowly pulled her zipper down, revealing her gasped at the sight of her exposed back. His knuckles traced along her spine and it made her shiver with anticipation.
"Thank you," she whispered turning around and placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. She took a step back and let her dress fall down. She stepped out of the puddle of black fabric around her feet. Henry was star struck. He didn't dare to look at her body, afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself. He kept gazing into her eyes that were uncharacteristically dark. He wondered what caused it; was just the dim moonlight shining through or because of what was going to happen.
Elizabeth stepped closer to him and put her hands on the collar of his fancy white shirt. She slid them down to his chest and started opening the buttons at a slow pace.
"Elizabeth," Henry whispered.
"What is it?" she asked in an equally soft voice.
He couldn't speak. He didn't know what he was going to say. Better yet, he didn't know how he was going to say what he was about to say. Afraid of how she'd take it.
She'd opened all of the buttons that were within her reach; she pulled on the hem of his shirt, removing it from inside his trousers. She undid the last buttons and drew her hands across his belly button, over his chest towards his shoulders. She placed a soft kiss to his heart before she slipped off the fabric along his arms. Once she had his arms freed from the piece of garment, she let it drop to the floor with her black mess of a dress. She could feel his pulse throbbing faster with every move she made.
Her hands went for his belt and she undid it, pulling it through the loops of his trousers. It ended up with the black and white that was already on the floor.
She started kissing his neck as she sought for the button of his dress pants. Henry's hands joined hers.
"Baby," he whispered as he took her hands in his. "Sit with me," he pulled her with him to sit at the end of the bed. He never let go of her hands.
Elizabeth's eyes searched for his, silently asking him why he was holding back.
"You're nervous?" she asked.
"Yes, I am," he confessed.
"Me too, Henry," she admitted. "Just relax," she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Before she continued, she looked at him. She kissed him again, a little longer this time and a bit more demanding. He didn't pull away and she brushed her tongue along the line of his mouth. However, he did pull away this time.
"I want to tell you something," he spoke.
"Okay," she nodded.
"I want this, Elizabeth, I want you so badly, baby. You have no idea how much," he looked down. He hadn't looked at her once since she'd been standing in nothing but her bra and panties in front of him.
"What's holding you back then?" she asked worriedly.
"I've had this image in my head of how your first time should be. What your first time should be like. And this is not quite how I imagined it, baby."
"I'm not sure I'm following you."
"Baby, look," he took her hands in his lap. "I had all of this planned, but I've just got back from Pittsburgh in the late afternoon and I didn't know you'd be ready for this tonight. I want to be with you, believe me, but I want it to be perfect. And you here, looking the way you do tonight is just perfect. You have no idea how perfect you are to me. But I haven't had the time to prepare this night for us."
"What did you have in mind then?" she asked curiously.
"I can't tell you, it's a surprise. Look, babe, I just don't think we should be doing this, rushing into this, after we've just come back from a party."
"We rushed out of there to do this; heck, you rushed me out of there."
"I know, and I want you, I want this. I just don't want it to be rushed. It's almost 1.30."
"I told you, you should have put me down walking here. You wouldn't be so tired now," Elizabeth quipped.
"It's not that. I want to take my time making love to you. I want to make love to you all night long. Not just a quick hump and fall asleep afterward. I want to talk to you and hold you and cuddle and…, gosh, I'm being sentimental, aren't I?"
"Yeah, you are," she snorted. "But I think it's kinda hot."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I was afraid you were going to tell me something completely different."
"I'm sorry, babe."
"So, how long do you want to wait?"
"Well, I think I can make the arrangements by tomorrow evening," Henry smiled.
"With tomorrow, you mean today then because it is already today?" she asked.
"Yeah, actually I do, today." Henry smiled.
"Okay, I think I can manage that," she eyed him seductively. "I don't think it's fair, though, that you've undressed me and you're still in your trousers."
"I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you, I just didn't know how you were going to take it."
"Oh God, Henry. If there's one thing I'm really satisfied with it's the fact that we can talk to each other. We can talk about anything, so why should this be any different? I'm really glad you've told me."
"I know, but you seemed so eager before when I came to pick you up at your dorm and when we were at the party. I didn't want to disappoint you."
"As long as you don't disappoint me tomorrow," she quickly corrected herself "tonight I mean." She kissed his cheek.
He looked at her and smiled softly.
"Now, get rid of those trousers, so we're even."
Henry stood up and pulled his pants down, standing in front of her in his boxers.
"God, you're so sexy," she said as she eyed him.
He put his hands out for her to take. She willingly put hers in his and he pulled her to stand with him.
It was the first time he looked her over from head to toe. He licked his lips before pulling her into a hug.
"Tonight," he whispered in her ear.
"Tonight," she replied.
"Come on," he picked her up off the floor and placed her in the middle of his bed. He quickly snuck in beside her and pulled her to him.
"What did you think I was going to tell you?"
"Oh, I don't know, my mind went to the worst kind of places. That you were gay, maybe," she confessed.
Henry chuckled. "Definitely not. I don't know how any man can be gay with you in this world."
"Or that you'd have a really small penis," the amusement was evident in her voice.
He laughed out loud now. "Guess you'll find out tomorrow," he said playing with her fingers.
"Tonight," she looked at him as she spoke.
She turned to her side and crept even closer to Henry if that were even possible. She kissed his sleep. He turned to look at her and kissed her fully on the lips.
"Rest now, babe," he placed another kiss to her lips. "You're gonna need it."
"Goodnight, Henry. Sweet dreams."
"Always."
And with that they slipped into a slumber of sleep and anticipation.
Tomorrow, no today, would be the day they were going to be together in the most intimate way possible. She kind of liked the idea of being excited for what was to come and what he had in mind.
For the record, I don't think there's any guy out there who would show this kind of self-control. However, Henry's not just any guy and it's fiction, so yeah. This happened!
