Anticipation
We walked slowly in the direction of my bedroom, not touching or looking at each other. We both knew what was going to happen and were anxious and excited all at once. The hallway leading up to my room was long and narrow, with light green painted walls. There were various doors that lead to other rooms of the house, but my bedroom was at the very end, staring us in the face the whole way. Even though I was meant to be giving him a tour of the house, he never opened any doors and neither did I. It felt like forever until we got to the door. It was painted black, from when I went through my gothic/angst faze a couple of months ago. I shall not go into detail as it wasn't pretty.
We stopped and just stood there, neither one of us wanting to be the one to open the door. I fiddled with the hem of my flowery dress and stood a bit straighter when I realised Dexter was looking at me. He was tall and muscular, taking up most of the space in the hallway, so I was standing right up against the wall. He looked into my eyes and I noticed that his were a deep shade of blue that was almost hypnotising unlike mine which were pale blue and boring. I leaned forward a bit unconsciously and when he cleared his throat I blushed and fell back against the wall. His face was round and welcoming and his hair was blonde and neat.
I did something bold at that moment, I stood up straight and that meant that our bodies were so close together, and I reached around him, all the while keeping eye contact, to open the door. He smiled at me, liking the take charge attitude. I wondered what he was thinking at that moment, little did I know that later I would find out. My door opened and we walked in, my room coming into full view. I had a built in wardrobe that was at the right of the door along the wall and then to the left was my desk and book shelf, which was in a total mess, books lying everywhere. In the middle of the room was my queen sized bed, which was next to the window with the curtains shut.
I switched the light on and the room filled with artificial light. I looked at the ground of my room only to find that my bra and underwear where lying there out in plain sight. I blushed and ran forward to move them under the bed and out of view, only to find that Dexter had already moved forward and was now sitting on the edge of my bed, laughing at me, as he picked up said bra, raising his eyebrows suggestively. His laugh was big and booming, filling up the room with the deep sound of his voice. I blushed again and shushed him, not wanting anyone to near us.
I leaned back against my wardrobe, directly in front of Dex. Although a good meter of distance was in between us, my room was small so it felt crowded. Dex didn't look like he minded though, he was always cocky like that, and it was one of the things I liked about him. He managed to do it in a way that didn't make him look like an asshole though, which was a plus.
We stood like that for a while, just looking at each other, the bra forgotten about, and strewn across the back of the desk chair (Dex had thrown it aside). The sexual tension was building between us as we kept on staring at each other; maybe he was thinking I was going to make the first move? Should I? But then he stood up and stepped forward, making us incredibly close but not touching. God, I wanted to touch him, but I didn't.
He was leaning in towards me, making me wait and I liked the tingly feeling of anticipation. He moved slowly, raising his arms up going to touch my face but at the last second he changed his mind and put his hand up against the wardrobe to steady him as he leaned even closer. I could almost feel his lips on mine, but they weren't moving. Instead I got his sweet breath that made me tingle all over. I almost could not take it.
But then he put his other hand on my waist, and it felt like being touched by magic. His fingers splayed out and moved from my hip around to my back. I couldn't wait any longer, the tension was too much to take and so I leaned into him, pressing my body against his. We were touching at every point, thigh to thigh, hips to hips, stomach to stomach, chest to chest, lips to lips. We kissed at last and I was so caught up in the moment.
His lips moved against mine in a hungry, lustful manner as his hands traveled around my body. At first they just moved around my waist, but he became more and more confident. His hand travelled slowly down over my hip and thigh, making me shiver. It reached the end of my dress (which came down to my mid-thigh) and fiddled with the hem of it as I had done nervously earlier. He stopped kissing me then and I opened my eyes wondering why he had. I missed the feeling of his lips already. He grinned cheekily and kissed me once more chastely before continuing a trail of kisses along my jaw. I leaned forward to get closer to him, his hands and his lips. The trail didn't stop though and he went down my neck and across my chest.