Rain pelted the windows of Tommy's jeep as he drove up the dirt road that led to his uncle's cabin. Mud splashed up the sides of the white vehicle as he pulled into the drive in front of the log house. He flashed me a smile as he grabbed our bags from the front seat. "Ready?" He asked, nodding towards the front door. I nodded, smiling back at him. Pulling the hood of his sweat shirt up, he hopped out of the jeep. I did the same, pulling my jacket up for some coverage. It did nothing though. I was soaked before I even had a chance to close the car door. I followed Tommy as he bolted up the front porch steps. He fumbled with the keys as a bolt of lightning filled the night sky. I let out a little yelp from shock as he managed to get the front door open. "Come on." He called over the sound of the rain on the tin roof above us.
Following Tommy inside, we fumbled through the dark for a moment. He found the lights as I shut the door behind me. The cabin lit up in a soft yellow glow, the small room feeling warmer by the second. You could tell it was owned by a man who loved nature. There wasn't much to it. In the middle of the room, there was an old couch with sunken in couches. Two end tables were on either side of it, lamps on them. There was a bear skin rug on the floor between the couch and the stone fireplace, minus the bear head. There was a small kitchen area off to the side and then two doors that lead to the bathroom and bed room. The walls were sparsely decorated with old fishing and hunting gear, a few scenic pictures spaced here or there. There was no television but there was a radio on the mantel above the fireplace.
"I see your uncle hasn't redecorated yet." I joked, shaking my hair out. I slid my pink wind breaker jacket out and hung it on the coat rack by the door. Tommy chuckled, pulling his soaked hoodie off. As he did, his torso was exposed for a second. I felt my eyes linger there longer than the should have, a slight blush filling my cheeks. I looked away before he could see, faking interest in some kind of fishing pole on the wall next to me.
"Yeah. He says it's the way he likes it. I told him I would start finding some stuff to make it more homey. He told me knock my socks off. Are you cold? I'll start a fire." I nodded, glancing over at him. Kneeling in front of the fire place, he quickly had a fire going. The sound crackled off the walls of the stone, warm air beginning to fill the same structure. Tossing down the long matches, he glanced at me. "Are you hungry? I brought snacks."
"No. I'm fine. I think I'm going to freshen up in the bathroom quick, okay?" He nodded quickly. Grabbing my bag from the floor, I walked into the bathroom. It was the size of a portable toilet, big enough for a shower, toilet and sink. I shut the door and leaned against it. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I knew it was going to be stressful but I didn't imagine it would be like this. A few weeks ago, I had told Tommy that I wanted our two-year anniversary to be the night we lost our virginities. He had been shocked by my revelation, but I could tell he was excited by the idea. We made up excuses for our parents so we could be here alone. Zedd and Rita had been quiet for the passed few days. It was our chance to be normal teenagers. So why did I feel like I was going to vomit?
Opening my bag, I pulled out the soft pink nightie I had bought from the mall a few days ago. I had told Aisha about tonight and she suggested doing this. I loved it at the store but now as I looked at it, I grew more nervous. What if he hated it? What if I looked like a whale in it? I sighed, slouching my shoulders. Glancing up, I saw my reflection in the mirror. You got this, Kim. Nodding, I pulled off my dress and bra and slid into the night gown. It was made of cotton and felt soft on my skin. The straps were skinny, small gems sewn into them. The front was low cut, travelling down to the middle of my cleavage. It matched my underwear which I choose to leave on. Quickly, I brushed out my wet hair and put a light layer of make up on. Giving myself a mental pep-talk, I tool a deep breath and opened the door.
Tommy was perched on the arm of the couch, staring into space when I stepped out. His eyes popped open when he saw me, him climbing to his feet quickly. So quickly, he knocked over the lamp next to him. He caught it though, loosely putting it back without breaking his gaze on me. I stepped fully out of the bathroom, the wood floors feeling warm to my bare feet. I stopped a few feet away from him, my hands clasped behind me. They were clammy now as my nerves took hold. "Hi." I said softly.
"You…I mean…Kim…wow." He managed to say, looking me up and down. He seemed amazed, unable to speak.
"Tommy? You okay?" I asked, hoping he didn't hate it. He nodded quickly, clearing his throat.
"Yeah! Yeah. I'm fine." He said, locking eyes with me finally. "You look beautiful. Is that new?"
"Uh huh." I answered, looking down. "Do you like it?"
"I do. Listen, Kim. I know you said you wanted tonight to be the night. But if you aren't ready, I understand. We don't have to do this if you're not." I stepped towards him, crossing the empty space between us.
"No. I'm ready. I love you and you love me. There is no one else I would rather do this with, Tommy."
Bending, Tommy scooped me up in his arms and walked around to the rug. Together, we made for the first time. It was just like I heard of; painful at first but wonderful towards the end. Feeling Tommy's body against mine was a new feeling I found that I enjoyed. Afterwards, we laid there together, a blanket tossed over us. I laid with my back against his chest, rubbing his arms as they were wrapped around me tightly. He kissed my hair on the tops of my head, letting out a content sigh.
"I can't wait to marry you someday." He whispered, nuzzling his nose into the back of my neck. I smiled, closing my eyes. Imaging our wedding was something I loved to do, our colors shining everywhere with people who didn't understand questioning why.
"I can't wait for that either, handsome."